Li Gufan was silent, although he didn't know what the title was, but he had a bottom in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly, he saw Jahan start writing.

All eyes were on him, and no one knew what he had written.

The poem is full of talent, seven feet.

Everyone was shocked, worthy of being a proud student of the Academy, but I don't know if he guessed what the title was.

On the high platform, the judges glanced at each other.

Then, each gave a score.

Nine points, all five people are nine points, and ten points are full points.

In other words, the highest score can only be fifty points, and now Jia Han has scored forty-five points, which is already an extremely high score, and if it does not meet the question, there is no score directly.

So, Jahan has written the true meaning of the painting correctly.

When Jia Han saw that score, his face became even more proud, and suddenly, he looked at Li Gufan, his face full of provocation.

An invisible gust of wind appeared, and Jahan was taken out of the field, but the place where he stood was different from where the candidate had stood, he was in the passing area.

The crowd felt the pressure even more, and now there have been two candidates, one who passed and one who did not pass.

Tension pervaded the crowd.

Chen Shuxiang saw Jia Han being the first to pass, and a smile appeared on his face.

"This kid is quite talented, I don't know if he's really talented, or is it ...... Fake. Pang Yuanlong yawned and said.

Chen Shuxiang's face changed suddenly, and he snorted coldly and did not answer.

The surrounding deans didn't say anything, and they were all watching the battle coldly.

Half an hour has passed, and finally, the third person started writing, and I don't know why, it seems that people's IQ has increased sharply during this time period, and there are several people who write at the same time.

And among these people, there is no Li Gufan.

"No matter how brilliant it is, it's fake after all. Chen Shuxiang glanced at Li Gufan coldly and said, he said this to Pang Yuanlong.

With the passage of time, more and more people started to write, but Li Gufan still didn't do it.

Chen Shuxiang frowned, feeling that something seemed to be wrong.

More and more people are out, and some people are promoted, Tang Zitong and Lin Yuqi have both advanced, but they have no way to say the correct question, so they can only watch from the sidelines and be anxious.

What should happen will always happen, and in the end, Li Gufan is the only one left on the field.

One hour for an exam, and now there are only five minutes left.

Chen Shuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, convinced that Li Gufan really didn't understand.

Many people in the audience looked at Li Gufan, some were happy, and some were worried.

Fortunately, they were not allowed to speak out during the exam, otherwise Jia Han and they would definitely interfere with Li Gufan.

And at this moment, Li Gufan is still indifferent.

The tree, the leaves, the meaning to be expressed, he knew very well.

The most obvious thing is autumn, withered yellow leaves, so at first Li Gufan wanted to write autumn, and he had a lot of autumn poems, but as time went by, Li Gufan felt that something was wrong.

Autumn is very simple, there are a lot of people who know, so in fact, there are a lot of people who have been promoted, but so far, no one has scored 10 points.

Whoever it is, even Jahan, has only nine points.

Li Gufan believes that they can definitely see this artistic conception and can definitely write a good poem, but no one gets a perfect score from even one judge.

Other words...... There is something strange in this, perhaps, there is more than one such artistic conception.

In Li Gufan's previous life, when he was in high school, he wrote essays, and he actually knew that a topic has many meanings, and from different angles, there are different points of view.

So Li Gufan has been thinking about it and has not written easily.

"What is he doing? ”

"Really, isn't that a waste of time? ”

"It's not going to come down, why are you so strong. ”

There were people around, but the sound couldn't get in, and Li Gufan couldn't hear it.

Another minute passed, and there were only four minutes left.

Rao was Li Gufan's determination, and there was a trace of nervousness.

"What is it!What is it!" Li Gufan kept repeating this sentence in his heart.

"Really, if you can't do it, come down. ”

"They are all readers, why are they so thick-skinned. ”

"Hurry up, don't delay all of us because you're alone. ”

There are more and more impatient voices in the audience, even if Li Gufan makes a thunder robbery poem, he will still be scolded when he should be scolded.

But unlike those people's impatient expressions, Xuanyuan Tiandi.

Everyone knows that the exam questions this time were written by the emperor himself, and only he knows the true intention he wants to express.

That's right, writing autumn is qualified, but it is impossible to get a perfect score.

Xuanyuan Tiandi didn't expect to have a perfect score, but looking at the situation at the moment, there seemed to be a little hope.

If a person who writes a hand-me-down poem and a thunder poem will not be able to see through this small inscription, the emperor does not believe it, so why doesn't he do it? There is only one answer, he is contemplating the most accurate inscription.

A minute, and then it passed.

The last three minutes.

Cold sweat appeared on Li Gufan's forehead, and his heartbeat was faster.

But at this moment, he had a flash of inspiration.

He jerked his head up and stared at the normal painting, and after a moment, he smiled.

Smile and confidence.

Then, Emperor Xuanyuan also smiled, it seemed that he understood.

Li Gufan picked up the pen.

All sounds are quiet.

The pen falls, the poem is completed, and the talent is surging, nine feet seven!

Shocked! There was silence, and no one in the whole square made a sound.

"Nine feet seven, oh my God, is this guy still human? ”

"No, nine feet seven, I may not be able to reach it in my life, how can this guy still write such good poems during exams. ”

"Don't panic, even if there is nine feet seven, looking at him like that, it must be off topic, otherwise it would have been written a long time ago, how could he wait until the last period to start writing. Someone spoke up.

"Yes, yes, he must have felt hopeless, so he tried to see if he could write a good poem to get by. ”

......

On the high platform, the judges all looked at each other.

"Hahaha, good poetry, good poetry!" Dean said with a smile, "It's a miscellaneous poem, not bad." ”

"The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Dean said.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. "It's really a good poem.

"Although the poem is good, the poem has nothing to do with autumn and digresses. Ping Yuanzheng, vice president of Lingcang Academy, said coldly.

"How can this be considered off-topic? Falling red is falling flowers, falling flowers is autumn, what digression?" said Dean angrily.

"Hmph, strong words, I don't fight with you. Ping Yuanzheng said coldly, and then scored a score, zero points.

That's what digression means.

"Hahaha!" The audience burst into laughter.

"What about nine feet seven? ”

"That is, no matter how well it is written, what's the use of not cutting off the topic?"

The ridicule came like sea water, and Li Gufan watched this scene quietly and did not answer.

"Indeed, it's off topic. Xue Hongfei, vice president of the Wenmo Academy, was silent for a while, and then said.

Then, he also scored a score, a zero.

The audience laughed even louder, and Li Gufan's face was faintly pale.

"Is it wrong?" Li Gufan whispered in his heart, and finally could only sigh secretly......