After the salute, everyone sat down again. Mi Yingzong walked to the gong in person, took the gong mallet from the servant's hand, and struck it hard. The sound of the gong was deafening, and silence became more and more silent inside and outside Zhouxue.
Before the sound lingered, Mi Yingzong said with great enthusiasm: "In the first round, calligraphy, Feiran Academy wins!"
Immediately, a servant set up a ladder and wrote the word "A" under the four words "Feiran Academy".
The students of Zhouxue were beaming with joy. Cheng Ting, regardless of being polite, raised his arms high and laughed "haha" twice. The classmates were so impressed that they also waved their arms high.
They were elated, excited, steaming with joy, and beads of sweat were on the tips of their noses. Tunan Academy saw them as villains with ugly faces, and they all dismissed them. They thought, wait and see, there are still many more games. Woolen cloth.
Mi Yingzong sat back amidst cheers, glanced happily at Ye Shuhuai beside him, and pointed at a bite of cake on the square table: "Old Ye, eat, eat more."
Without waiting for Ye Shuhuai to reply, he stretched his head forward and said to Wang and Cheng, "This puff pastry is a unique specialty of our academy. You two should try it."
Zhifu Cheng immediately picked up a piece, took a bite, and nodded in praise. Wang Zhizhou glanced at him and snorted in his heart: "I just know how to eat it."
Mi Yingzong retracted his head and took a piece to eat himself. Ye Shuhuai sat aside, his brows furrowed tightly, and there was a faint sweat on his forehead. He wanted to say something to hurt Mi Yingzong, but he didn't dare to say it casually - he greedy.
He was not born with a slender figure. In order to maintain his immortal spirit, he could only eat less. Because he did not have enough to eat all year round, his temper became irritable, and he looked like a bitter and angry face.
Unable to eat, but wanting to eat, he could only secretly swallow a few more mouthfuls of saliva, pick up the tea cup and take a sip.
He looked unkind, and everyone in Tunan Academy fell silent.
The gong rang again, and the joy of the students from the state school also ended. Before the lingering lingering in the corners of their mouths, they saw Qi Wenbing walking forward. Everyone felt a trace of fear of being dominated by arithmetic, while Cheng Ting opened his eyes. Yawned.
His arithmetic class was a mess, he was sleepy all year round, and his mouth was drooling. Just seeing Qi Wenbing made him subconsciously sleepy.
Qi Wenbing cleared his throat: "There is a round piece of wood with a diameter of two feet and five inches. I want to make it into a square plate and make it seven inches thick. I ask, how wide is it?"
After Cheng Ting heard this, he asked the classmates next to him: "Guang? Is it two feet five inches minus seven inches?"
Since his classmate was good friends with him, he was naturally confused: "It's not like it's a decrease, maybe it's an increase."
Cheng Ting nodded thoughtfully: "Then do the math."
He turned to look behind him and saw that everyone was drawing nonsense on the paper, so he stretched his head to look at Wu Jin, but saw that Wu Jin's paper was clean and he had not picked up the pen. When he was about to ask Wu Jin why it was not counted, Wu Jin had already He stood up and replied in a deep voice: "Two feet and four inches wide."
Qi Wenbing nodded immediately: "Yes!"
He gestured to the servant who wrote the character "A": "Feiran."
The servant climbed up again and wrote the character "A".
Zhou Xuexiao cheered, and the students of Tunan Academy were silent. They secretly held their breath and worked hard. They must get an A on the next question.
Qi Wenbing closed the folding fan with his right hand and tapped it on the palm of his left hand, increasing the difficulty: "Today there is a pond filled with five canals. One of the canals is less than half a day full, the next day it is full, and the next two days it is half full. The next three days it will be full, the next five days it will be full, now it is decided, how many days will it be full?"
Cheng Ting opened his mouth, lowered his head and asked his friend: "What did he say?"
The classmate had a vague understanding: "It's probably like asking five canals to be filled with water at the same time. How long will it take for the pool to be full?"
"how long?"
"I do not know."
Half of the students in the state school looked confused and didn't know what to do. Cheng Ting asked his classmates again: "Add or subtract?"
The classmate hesitated: "I don't know."
The two people's voices were slightly louder, which immediately attracted Magistrate Cheng to look over sternly.
Magistrate Cheng turned his wrist, as if he was about to beat him up. Cheng Ting immediately shut up, and with doubts in his head, he picked up a pen and drew a pig's head on the paper, and wrote next to it: "Cheng Taishan."
The students of Tunan Academy were also writing furiously, but Wang Jinghua remained motionless - he knew nothing about arithmetic. Fortunately, arithmetic was not tested in the imperial examination, otherwise he would have fallen into the same fate as Cheng Ting, and would not even be able to pass the special examination.
He didn't understand or figure it out, so he stared at Wu Jin with bright eyes and saw Wu Jin sitting in a cluster of hazy light, with a hazy layer of light around him, lowering his head in thought, revealing half of his face with clear outlines. Truly a talented person.
There was no denying Wu Jin's talents, but he thought that the higher he stood, the harder he would fall.
Sun Jing sat aside and watched in confusion, because he felt that the way Wang Jinghua looked at Wu Jin could be called affectionate.
Under Wang Jinghua's hot gaze, Wu Jin stood up and told Qi Wenbing the answer: "Fifteen days in seventy-four points."
Qi Wenbing smiled and said, "Do you want to do the math again?"
Wu Jin shook his head: "It doesn't count."
"Sure?"
"Sure."
Qi Wenbing grinned: "Feiran Academy, first grade."
The students from the Prefecture School had their tails raised to the sky, wishing they could give Wu Jin a good squeeze.
After answering the ten questions on arithmetic, there was not even a word "A" left on the big piece of paper in Tunan Academy. Warm cheers erupted from the side of Zhouxue. Cheng Ting was so excited that he burst into laughter from his nostrils. He let out a "hum" sound like a pig.
The screams were loud, but Cheng Ting didn't care. Magistrate Cheng was used to the treacherous son embarrassing him, and his face was calm. The literati who were watching outside the door actually let out a burst of good-natured laughter.
He failed in arithmetic and calligraphy one after another. Immediately afterwards, Tunan Academy also failed completely in law, and only made a comeback in essays.
The instruction was titled "The Summer Orioles Are Playing with the Roses", and students from both sides were asked to compose twelve lines in six rhymes for a time limit of one stick of incense. Among the prefecture schools, only five people, including Wu Jin, handed it over, and the picture South Academy handed over all of them.
After further evaluation of the merits, Tunan Academy received six A's, while Zhouxue received only two A's.
After the scripture-posting competition was completed and the literary meeting ended, Zhouxue crushed Tunan Academy for the first time and won the literary meeting, with Wu Jin taking the top spot.
The ingot of fine ink and the precious broom were placed on the incense table, waiting for him to take them.
Mi Yingzong's face glowed red, and Ye Shuhuai's face became even more livid. He said a few modest nonsense to Ye Shuhuai, stood up, and asked Wu Jin to stand in front of the incense table, and they saluted the saint's portrait together.
Wu Jin raised his hands horizontally, lifted up his sleeves, and was about to bow, when Wang Jinghua's thunderous voice suddenly came to his ears: "Wait a minute!"
He lowered his arms and his heart sank. He didn't need to look back to know that everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Jinghua.
Wang Jinghua said loudly: "Two deans, those with bad moral conduct can also be ranked first?"
After Cheng Ting won, he kept a close eye on Wang Jinghua. Hearing that he finally took offense, he immediately sneered and stepped forward to fight Wang Jinghua for three hundred rounds.
(End of chapter)
