As soon as he sat back in his seat, Zhong Dayong suddenly came to his senses, and he was unwilling to stand up and argue, Zhu Ming next to him hurriedly stretched out his hand and pressed him, and said in a low voice, "Dayong, I believe you, let's go to the town to drink and celebrate later, but it's better to be obscure now." ”

"Yes, Taoguang is obscure, and it will be a blockbuster when the time comes!" Zhong Dayong thought, and he didn't make any more trouble.

"Silence!"

The iron ruler in Jia Mengchen's hand slapped towards the bookcase, and the sound of the riot in the hall suddenly quieted down.

This is just a small episode, Jia Mengchen didn't let it spoil his interest, his eyes swept over the few proud disciples in the front row, and said in his heart that they just had a new understanding, it is the time to break the old and establish the new, and when they are in high spirits, I might as well add another fire, add fuel to the fire, and let them start to win again and go further.

Thinking of this, he said in a deep voice: "Everyone knows that this year is the year of the county exam, and the date of the county exam is next month. In addition, at the end of the month, it will be the turn of the academy's spring quarterly examination. The top 10 students in the quarterly examination will be directly recommended by the college to register for the county examination. ”

His words fell, and there was another commotion in the hall, and there was a burst of discussion. The biennial county examination, this is a major event related to the vital future of these schoolchildren in the imperial examination, how can they not be tempted, even Jiang Yun, who is sitting in the back row, can't help but pay attention to it.

Although there is no academy recommendation, these students can still go directly to the county middle school to sign up for reference, but there is a direct recommendation from the academy, not only saves a registration fee, and a lot of trouble in the formalities, more importantly, Qinghe Academy is one of the best colleges in the county, which is quite influential in the county.

Therefore, after Jia Mengchen's words fell, not only the high-achieving students led by Lu Wenpeng in the front row were eager to try, but even the other students were secretly holding back their strength, wanting to stand out in the quarterly examination after ten days, rank among the best, and win the county examination recommended by the academy.

Eyes swept over the main hall, the excited expressions of all the students were in their eyes one by one, Jia Mengchen smiled, and when his eyes swept over the back row, he saw a student who was also there and smirked, not who was the unashamed Zhong Dayong just now.

Jia Mengchen suddenly felt as disgusting as eating a fly, hurriedly withdrew his gaze, coughed lightly, quieted the hall, and continued: "Now I will come up with a question as a small test." ”

When the words fell, the hall fell silent again, and all the students raised their heads one by one, listened attentively, and waited for him to come up with the question.

Jia Mengchen turned his head to look at the corridor of the main hall, groaned slightly, and said casually: "Take the wind as the theme, and make a small poem." Everyone can deliberate and brew now, and hand in the papers before the end of school at noon! The winners will have a chance to go to the library of the college to see the original manuscripts. ”

After that, he ignored the students below, leaned back on the big chair of the bookcase, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, leaving only the students in the hall to bow their heads and groan, scratch their ears and cheeks, and begin to ponder the verses.

The hall became silent, although this is only a temporary test, but Jia Mengchen's promise of the winning reward is quite attractive, the so-called authentic manuscripts, are the predecessors of the celebrity Coats left by the hand, there is a condensation of these predecessors of the heroic atmosphere, long-term observation is of great help to these schoolchildren, who can not be tempted.

At this time, even Zhu Ming and Zhong Dayong began to bury their heads in meditation and think about it, and the most relaxed thing at the moment was Jiang Yun, he didn't take this seriously, but he still looked at the scriptures in his hand.

Although it fuses the memory of the original owner of this body, and the original Jiang Yun is also a "bookworm", he reads a lot of books, which is cheaper than the current Jiang Yun, but although Jiang Yun reads a lot of books, most of them are swallowing dates, only understanding the superficial meaning, not seeking to understand much, and some of them are stubborn and pedantic, no wonder there is the name of "bookworm".

Therefore, it is still necessary for Jiang Yun to re-read these scriptures, review the past and learn the new, comprehend the subtle meanings in them, and turn them into his own understanding.

Here he only cared about himself and flipped through the books, and had no sense of writing poetry at all, and some people noticed his unusual behavior and whispered in a low voice.

"Look at that nerd, what is he doing, could it be that he didn't hear the teacher's words, didn't he hurry up to think about doing the question, and what idle book was he reading in the difficulty?"

"Does he want to turn out a ready-made poem in the book?"

"How do you know that people can't, maybe they have already made a poem!"

"It's impossible, if this nerd is composing, he still has a few axes, but when it comes to poetry, it's bullshit, and now he must be making a difficulty, and he can't do it!"

"Also, I guess he's already given up, well, leave him alone, let's think about it yourself......"

......

The whispering sound in the surroundings did not affect Jiang Yun, and he still flipped through the scrolls in his hand unhurriedly.

Next to Jiang Yun, Zhu Ming was biting his pen at the moment, scratching his ears and cheeks, frowning and thinking. The epiphany of his sworn friend Zhong Dayong gave him a lot of stimulation, everyone is self-motivated, and he is no exception, otherwise what would he do when he came to this Qinghe Academy.

His sworn friend is going to have a future, and he can't fall behind, otherwise the gap between them will get bigger and bigger, and he will be drifting apart, and his face will be dull.

However, the talent in his belly is really limited, and this poem is really not made by perfunctory responsibility, if it is to write an article, he has read these years of books, how much of a foundation, people who are too bad at learning can not enter this academy even if they spend money, and it is not too difficult for him to write an article, but now Jia Mengchen is asking to write a poem, which can make it difficult for him.

I thought about it for a while, but my mind became more and more empty, not to mention any wonderful sentences, even ordinary sentences, and I didn't make up two sentences.

He turned his head, his eyes fell on the dead friend next to him, and saw that the other party was also biting the pen and pondering at the moment, and on the white paper on the desk in front of him, there was already a few words written, although it was not much better than himself, but it was finally the beginning of the problem.

He looked around for a while, and saw that Jia Mengchen was pretending to be asleep, and the other classmates were also thinking hard, no one noticed this, so he got up and leaned over, and called in a low voice: "Dayong......"

At the same time, he squinted curiously to peek at the line of words written on the other party's white paper.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying......"

After seeing this line of poetry on the other party's white paper, his eyes lit up, it looked good, it seemed that Dayong really had an epiphany, and he was able to write such a good sentence with such a meaningful meaning, and his eyes couldn't help flashing a few traces of envy and jealousy.

Zhong Dayong was biting the tip of the pen and thinking about it, when he heard Zhu Ming's call, he glanced back at the other party, didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to bite the tip of the pen and meditate.

Zhu Ming looked admiring, and leaned over again and whispered flattery: "Useful, help, help me write a song......"

Zhong Dayong was about to move forward at this moment, and his thinking was repeatedly disturbed by the other party, and he was also impatient, so he turned his head and gritted his teeth and whispered: "Think about it yourself, I can't help you this time......"

When Zhu Ming heard this, he immediately made a bitter face, and continued to beg: "Dayong, you can't talk and don't count, you said you want to help me." ”

Zhong Dayong spread his hands and said: "It's not that I won't help you, I really can't help, if you write an essay, I can still help you, but this is really difficult to compose a poem, it's good that I can write a poem." Otherwise, you can write a limerick poem and make do with the past, anyway, it's not a serious exam, it's just a temporary test. ”

After that, he ignored the other party, turned sideways, put his head over his ears, and continued to meditate on his own verses.

Zhu Ming was helpless when he saw it, gritted his teeth and scolded that he was not righteous, and turned his head to look at it again in boredom.

"Hey, what the hell is this nerd doing, I don't want to do questions, I just focus on what to do with the book. Noticing the abnormality of Jiang Yun next to him, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

I had the intention to harass him, but I didn't dare, he had learned the stupidity of this nerd. There was a monthly examination in the academy, Jiang Yun was also sitting next to him, he wanted to plagiarize the other party's paper at that time, who knew that he had just peeked at the other party's table a few times, and was discovered by the other party, and immediately shouted and called all the teachers of the academy, so that he was severely reprimanded on the spot, and ate a meal.

Eat a trench, grow a wisdom, where does he dare to provoke the other party again.

After a while, while some students were still meditating and racking their brains, some of the more talented students had already begun to write the poem and go forward to hand in the paper.

The first student to hand in the paper was one of the talented students sitting in the front row. Seeing that someone had handed in the papers, Jia Mengchen, who had been lying on the Taishi chair with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep, no longer pretended to be asleep, took the other party's papers, and judged them on the spot.

"The sunset embroidered curtain roll, the water under the pavilion is empty. A little haoran, a thousand miles of wind fast!"

"Okay, a little bit of Haoran Qi, thousands of miles of fast wind, this poem can be rated first-class! Only from this small poem, you can know that Yuan Chun really has a lot of progress in his studies, and he has the bearing of such a fast wind.

Jia Mengchen stroked his beard and admired, unabashedly admiring the poem, but the student who was appreciated was not arrogant, bowed in a proper manner, and returned to his seat.

Below there are students holding their answer sheets one by one, Jia Mengchen read them one by one, and after reading them, he evaluated them on the spot.