Lines of ink appeared on the blank page of the last page:

The old man knows that someone will cheat. If you can save the cheating candidates who have seen this question until now, it means that you have succeeded in cheating.

But don't get too happy too soon!

The old man acquiesced to some capable people to cheat, but he did not allow cheaters to get high scores, so I left this question to screen the high and low scorers again. Please note that this question will account for 30% of the score of the essay test!

Topic: Please write a poem with the title of 'Chrysanthemum', asking to write the domineering power of chrysanthemum! ! !

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After reading the question, all the candidates looked bitter. Needless to say, the tone of writing was definitely the style of the academy sage.

There are a lot of poems about chrysanthemums, but the chrysanthemums that demand domineering, even tell them the title at the last quarter of the hour... They have a feeling that they want to beat people.

No wonder the previous title didn't ask them to write poetry, it turned out to be waiting for them at the back!

There are no candidates who are willing to think about why the sage did this, they have already thought hard about the "Chrysanthemum" poem.

Writing poems on the spot often focuses on the accumulation and talent of the poems I usually write. It is difficult to cheat on such topics.

Zhou Fan didn't dare to confirm whether Insect Girl had such talent, and could write two domineering chrysanthemum poems in less than a quarter of an hour, but he frowned at the topic and then smiled for no reason, and he didn't open it. Spirit Eye, he picked up a pen and wrote.

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The pond water is green, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

It was cold and cold, and there was a thin old man with white hair and white beard sitting in front of the charcoal fire on the lawn beside the small pond.

He was only wearing a light gray single shirt and a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

There is a grill on the charcoal fire, and there are strings of chicken wings on the grill. From time to time, he uses a brush to brush the chicken wings with oil. The oil and seasoning sprinkled on the charcoal fire caused white smoke to rise, the sizzling sound was constant, and the chicken wings changed Gotta get golden.

"I like to eat roast chicken wings..." The old man smiled and licked his tongue and swallowed.

But he knew that the fire had not yet arrived, and no matter how anxious he was in his heart, he could only wait patiently.

Soon there was another middle-aged scholar by the lake. The scholar had a gentle and refined temperament, but his face was tired and dusty, but his eyes were still bright. He looked at the old man, but the old man was just staring at the grill. chicken wings.

"Teacher." The scholar saluted.

The old man picked up a bunch of chicken wings, and while he was eating, he flipped through the rest of the chicken wings, and he ate it with relish.

"Teacher." The scholar said helplessly again.

"Why don't you stay on the border and come back?" The old man spat out a chicken bone and rolled his eyes.

"Second Junior Brother and Fifth Junior Brother sent a message to tell me that Teacher, you intervened in the A-class exam, so I came back." The scholar smiled bitterly.

"Those two **** tipped off about me again, and one day I'll clear the door and kick them out." The old man said angrily and vaguely while chewing on his chicken wings.

"Why did the teacher do this?" The scholar sighed, "Both Sansan and the Great Buddha Temple are very dissatisfied with our academy because of this, and think that our academy has changed the examination rules without authorization and destroyed the rules. Enter Class A."

"Xiaohong, I really made them right." The old man laughed, "I added the literary test to allow the juniors of the academy to occupy more resources, or you said that I added the literary test for the sake of What?"

"Did those three Guanyouzi and the monks from the Great Buddha Temple only dare to gossip about me behind my back? I made a public announcement to let them find me if they had the ability, but they didn't dare to fart..." The old man threw away a A chicken wing bone taunted.

"Teacher, I know it's definitely not for the Class A class. Since the Class A class existed, the teacher has never paid attention to it. Even if there are many talented people in this class, it is not worth the teacher's shot." Are you going to lie to me?"

"What are you doing?" The old man looked unhappy: "Among so many disciples, you are the only one who likes to worry about everything. This has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that I don't have to worry about so many bad things, and you can do it for me. Well done, but the downside is that you're too nagging."

"Nagging makes you a mother-in-law like a bitch, and it keeps your realm stagnant."

The scholar was silent for a while, he thought about it and said, "The disciple also knows."

"I know you know." The old man sighed, his nature was hard to change, his big apprentice still had to rely on himself if he wanted to go further. He bent down slightly and placed the grilled chicken wings on the outside of the grill to avoid burning. "You go back, the mirror is all right."

"Those guys are just complaining behind their backs." The old man said calmly.

"But the teacher is not invincible." The scholar hesitated.

The old man snorted coldly: "Of course I'm not proud to say that I am invincible, but in the neighboring countries including the Great Wei Dynasty, which old guy dares to say that he can beat me?"

"Your Majesty can do it." The scholar said with a straight face.

Scholars usually like to be honest when they talk. The old man sometimes likes the more sincere character of the big disciple. After all, the reason is not clear, but he sometimes hates this character, such as now.

The old man wiped his greasy left hand on his clothes and said angrily, "I'm really not his opponent when the little emperor is in the broken palace. You let him out of the palace and see if I don't punch him out."

The old man is not as vulgar as a scholar. The scholar has long been accustomed to the old man's vulgar way of speaking, and he still said solemnly: "If you can't win, you can't win. This time, the teacher of the class A major exam, you forced the sage to increase the writing test, is it for the sage? Blocking?"

These words made the old man silent for a moment. The one who knew him best was the eldest disciple. He nodded slightly, as he admitted this fact.

"The Holy Master has always been generous to the Academy, and it is even much better than the Big Buddha Temple and the Small Buddha Temple. Whatever the Academy wants, the Holy Master will not refuse." The scholar asked with a heavy heart: "The disciple is unclear, what is the teacher doing this for? This is already the case. The third time."

This is the reason why the scholar came back. In recent years, he has found that the old man seems to be targeting the saint.

Discord between the teacher and the sage~lightnovelpub.net~ is definitely not a good thing for the academy, but even a scholar who thinks he knows the teacher is very puzzled.

After several inquiries, the teacher was vague. He went to the palace to face the sage, and the language was tested, and the sage didn't even mention a word.

The scholar felt very embarrassed between the two. He did not know why there was a gap, which made him feel sleepy and sleepless.

The sage is generous, but not without temper. The teacher provokes time and time again, in case it breaks out one day...

Should he be a respected teacher or a loyal king?

"It's nothing, it's just fun." The old man sneered.

"Teacher, but the Holy One is his own after all..."

Before the scholar's words were finished, the old man said angrily: "What is my own? The little emperor and I are definitely not my own. If we were our own, would we hide anything and refuse to say anything? This is not a third-rate novel. , if you say it, you won't be singing, what can't you tell me?"

"I'm going to my own motherfucker!"