Not long after going down, Chang Yansong frowned deeply.
Then he fell back and went down again. This time, his brows furrowed deeper, almost to the point where the eyebrows on both sides were forcibly joined together.
Twenty poems, each of which he treasured and valued as if they were precious treasures, actually only served as props for a young child's assessment in the storybook, and after passing it,
Passed.
It didn't cause any ripples.
There is no follow-up.
The teaching teacher never mentioned it again, the parents or even the Ye family never mentioned it, and even the children from the clan school never mentioned it.
It seemed that it was something extremely ordinary, so ordinary that it was not worth mentioning at all.
This made Chang Yansong feel a great sense of disharmony.
Or in the words of a certain world, violation.
And it’s still a very, very, very strong violation, so much so that Chang Yansong can’t let go of this section at all!
How is this possible!
Not just every song, but every sentence!
Every sentence is made in heaven, either natural, fluent, noble, or profound...
So many wonderful sentences!
So many wonderful meanings!
Why are you all turning a blind eye?
Are you all blind, idiots, idiots, idiots?!!!
Then further down, Chang Yansong saw a description that he couldn't believe and couldn't accept:
"Schoolchildren have their own opinions on these three parts of the assessment."
"They call the first part of the article 'Leave It to Heaven', which means that if you can answer these questions, you will know it, and if you don't know it, you will not know it. As long as you sit in front of the exam paper, you can only leave it to fate."
"The numbers in the second part are called 'propositions'. Some of these questions are simple, some are super difficult, and some look simple but are actually very difficult. It is so difficult that Mr. can drink ten glasses of water. They may
We are still stuck in the same question hole and can’t get out at all.”
"And there are many pitfalls like this. If you are not careful, your life will be lost, so it is called a proposition."
"The third part of the Taoist poem was written, but it was just a 'subtitle'."
"Who doesn't know Taoist poetry? The sky is against the earth, the rain is against the wind, the earth is against the sky. The mountain flowers are against the sea trees, and the red sun is against the sky. In the Ye family school, no child over three years old is afraid of this Taoist poem."
"There are only ten Taoist poems in total. Even the children who are poor at learning will still pick up a pen and brush them."
"Whether it's the writing in the first part or the numbers in the second part, it's often when the gentleman has finished drinking the water, and there are schoolchildren who shamelessly say to the gentleman, Sir, please refill the glass of water. Please, let us have another glass of water."
Please answer me more!"
"Sir, of course, he ignored them. He is known as an iron-handed, life-seeking, cold-blooded, ruthless being. How could he tolerate these little monkeys outside the law?"
"The teacher just kicked all these little monkeys out of the house one by one. Then he calmly packed up the examination papers. Finally, holding a lot of examination papers in his hand, he left indifferently.
field."
"This is Wen Shu."
"When it comes to writing the Taoist poems in the third part, the teacher often drinks less than half of a glass of water, and the students come one after another, and then all hand in their papers."
"Each question is worth one point, and the total is one hundred points."
"Taoist poetry is worth ten points for each question, and the total is also one hundred points. For this part, the students will either get eighty points, or ninety-one hundred points, and the worst is seventy points."
"If it is only 60 points, standing on the edge of qualification, you will be laughed at by all your friends."
See here.
Chang Yansong was breathing heavily, gritting his teeth, his eyes widened, and his expression was ferocious.
Submit questions!
The worst is 70 points!
No matter how poorly you learn, you still pick up a pen and paint!
...In the Ye Family School, any child over three years old...
call.
call!
call!!!
How is this possible.
How is this possible?
How is this possible!
Chang Yan was out of breath and could not calm down. He even had a feeling of depression in his heart, which made him feel like his body wanted to explode in all directions and explode into pieces. Only in that way could he get through.
Ye Family Learning!
What kind of aristocratic family are you?
After breathing in and out for a long time, Chang Yansong finally suppressed the emotions in his heart that were like an angry sea and continued to look down.
"The assessment was over, and the next day, the assessment results came out."
"As long as each of the three parts of the exam is scored above 60 points, you will be considered passed."
"Some children are partial to subjects, or even seriously partial, so don't be afraid. Even if you don't get a single point in any of the categories of literature, mathematics, or poetry, as long as you get more than three points out of the total score of 300 points.
Two hundred points, same pass."
"It is very tragic not to pass the test, because it means that you have to study in clan studies for another three years. No one can intercede, not even the clan leader!"
"If you can't do it next time, then I'll do it again for another three years!"
"Of course, such a situation has never happened."
"And this time, all the children passed the test. The worst one passed by with a total score of 201 points, and was severely scratched twice on the head by his father in front of everyone."
"The other children were all laughing."
"You're just laughing. Didn't I get through the same thing? If you're brave, you can fight in the woods after school! This kid squinted and looked at the other children with disdain, and he also grinned."
"Leng Qingyun lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, sitting quietly among the schoolchildren."
"He only scored 282 points this time, which is not very ideal, so his mood seems a bit low."
Seeing this, Chang Yansong stopped.
His emotions...
call.
call!
call……
The stars in the sky are shining brightly, and the genius’s red eyes are on the ground.
"No matter how many students there are in each batch, the Ye family will select the top ten students from this batch and reward them."
"In addition to the general prizes for the top ten, the top three with the best results will also receive special rewards."
"The rewards for the top three are also coveted by all the children, and even many parents are salivating in the same way."
"But there is no other way. This reward can only be obtained from clan studies."
"Only those who perform extremely well in family studies and are among the top three children in the entire family are eligible to receive this award. Other than that, there is no other way."
"Those are the rules set down by the ancestors who founded the Ye family!"
"For thousands of years, all laws have been abolished, but this rule will not be abolished."
"This reward is called Ning Qi Powder."
"No matter how bad your roots are, no matter how poor your understanding is, no matter how lazy your practice is, as long as you take this Qi Condensing Powder, you will be able to achieve great success in condensing Qi within ten years, and then break into Tongmai."
"And if you have a good foundation, good understanding, and good practice, you can expect to have unblocked channels within three years."
This is impossible!
This is impossible!!!
Chang Yansong suddenly stood up.
The fingers holding the storybook became stiff and white when pinched by him, and it even made people worry that he would pinch the fingers directly and break them in reverse.
But at this moment, Chang Yansong had no intention of paying attention to this.
There was only panic and roar in his heart.
"This is impossible!" The next moment, the roar in Chang Yansong's heart burst out from his mouth.
From the repeated suppression of the previous hardships to the complete venting at this moment, this loud shout did not resound through the sky, but almost resounded throughout the entire Star Gathering Tower.
Dozens of figures shot out from various places in the Star Building and gathered here in an instant.
More figures are still coming here quickly.
"Song'er, what's wrong?" the old man who flew directly into the pavilion asked in a deep voice.