Xiaoyao Xiaodu Doctor brings space to raise cute brothers and sisters

Even Qi Yuanyu's attention at this moment shifted from Qi Yan to the young boy.

Xiao Ge'er, who was standing holding Hao Ge'er's hand, was also subjected to countless gazes in an instant.

Xiaoge sniffed her nose.

She seemed to smell a strong sour smell in the air.

The next moment, Xiao Geer saw the scene where all the students present bowed to greet the teacher.

She secretly clicked her tongue, is the sir so powerful?

She was pulling her husband's beard in his arms this morning. What should she do?

Sir, you won't take revenge on her and spank her, right?

She glanced nervously at the gentleman's neatly combed beard.

Oh, it’s so worrying!

If she had known this earlier, she would not have been so presumptuous.

The little guy quietly retreated three or five steps outside the pavilion, waiting to see if anything went wrong so that he could run away immediately.

The gentleman over there had no idea that the little girl had imagined a scene of the old gentleman beating the little girl just based on everyone's attitude towards him?

After Mr. Qingxi introduced Mr. Wenyuan to the students, he was curious about why Mr. Wenyuan accepted such a young disciple. Also, out of habit, he unconsciously began to test Haoge'er's schoolwork.

Then, Mr. Qingxi realized that he had dug a big hole and almost buried himself in it.

Not to mention the normal amount of knowledge that students of this age learn, even the knowledge that students of fifteen or sixteen years old should learn, Hao Ge'er can answer fluently and nothing is difficult for him.

I remember some knowledge points even more clearly than he does.

Sometimes he would just mention one sentence, and without the need for a second sentence, the little one would be able to memorize the entire article and its interpretation without stuttering, and could even come up with his own insights.

After a round of testing, Mr. Qingxi successfully turned into Rabbit Eyes: How could he never meet such a student!

I sighed in my heart that even if some people started studying from birth, they might not be able to have the knowledge of this young boy.

He was eager to make a move. He was now competing with Mr. Wenyuan for the person. Could he... snatch... her away?

It’s such a pity that such a child is not our own.

Not to mention the sour feeling in Qingxi's heart, his examination actually helped Professor Sang and Dean Qi who were watching the whole process from the side.

The two of them unanimously decided to let Haoge'er participate in the competition between the two academies, so that they would not be staring at the palm-sized sky of Xuzhou and unable to see the other vast world.

Of course, in order not to show partiality, they also tested Xie Jing and Xie Shen.

Since both of them were able to pass the imperial examination, they must have good knowledge.

But with Hao Ge'er as an example, I always feel that it lacks some spirituality.

After thinking it over again and again, he let the two of them participate in the competition.

Hao Ge'er's desk was placed at the Xuzhou Prefecture School, next to Qi Yuanyu's desk.

Xie Jing and Xie Shen were arranged to sit next to Qi Yan.

Qi Yuanyu and the others also saw the noise in the pavilion just now, but they didn't hear it clearly.

They are all proud and arrogant people, otherwise they would not have been confronting each other for so long.

They were very dissatisfied with the fact that a few people suddenly inserted themselves in the competition.

In particular, one of these three people is Mr. Wenyuan’s disciple.

The envy and jealousy I had just felt suddenly found an outlet.

As long as they defeat Mr. Wenyuan's disciples and then defeat their arch-enemies, wouldn't it prove their knowledge even more?

All the students were ready to go, trying their best to come out on top and to defeat the other side.

For a moment, there were faint crackling sparks in the air.

According to the procedure, Professor Sang and Dean Qi first encouraged the students of the two colleges respectively, and then Xie Yuan reiterated the theme of this banquet - friendly exchange.

In a word: friendship first, competition second.

Wang Xin looked at the students from the two colleges who were trying their best to pretend to smile, and smirked in his heart.

God, what the hell is this "friendly" thing? Didn't you see that the students below have eyes that look like they wish they could carry knives and cut blood?

Following the words of Mr. Qingxi, “Begin.”

Then he saw the little servant boy following him filling each white porcelain wine glass with wine and placing them on a long wooden tray.

Then, the rope tied to the wooden disk was loosened.

The wooden plate then floated slowly downwards along with the water flow, swaying.

Soon, there was a "ding" sound.

The wooden tray passed over three or four tables and stopped in front of a scholar in blue clothes.

Seeing this, another little servant boy in the pavilion came forward with a big-bellied bamboo weaving as big as a teapot. The opening of the bamboo weaving was only the size of an adult's fist.

The little book boy holding a bamboo scroll stopped in front of the scholar in blue and motioned him to draw a question.

This is the format of today's Qushui Liushang Banquet competition.

All the questions were prepared in advance by Professor Sang and Dean Qi and placed in this big-bellied bamboo pot.

Later, when Qingxi Jushi and Xie Zhizhou came, they not only accepted the request of Professor Sang and Qi Shanzhang, but also came up with two questions respectively, which were both put into the big-belly bamboo weaving.

Whoever the wine glass floats to will be responsible for drawing a question from the big-bellied pot.

Whichever question is drawn will be answered by all the students present in the two colleges.

Limited to one stick of incense.

Give the answer and let several people in the pavilion judge it together.

Anyone who fails to answer the question within one incense stick of time will be fined three cups of wine.

When Wang Xin saw the scholar in blue reaching his hand into the big-bellied bamboo weaving, he inexplicably felt as if he was drawing a lottery in his previous life.

When the note was taken out and unfolded, the scholar glanced at it and breathed a sigh of relief.

The topic is not difficult. Write a poem with "Liuxi" as the title.

The little servant took the note from him and read it aloud to everyone.

Haoge frowned, poetry was not his strong point.

Of course, he is familiar with all the Tang and Song poems in Wang Xin's system.

He is familiar with three hundred Tang poems, even if he can't write poems, he can chant.

It is not difficult to write a poem with Willow Creek as the theme, but the difficult part is to make it unconventional.

Suddenly, he looked at the weeping willow next to him, raised his eyebrows, and got it.

A stick of incense didn't last long, and soon the little book boy came down to collect the homework.

Almost everyone finished within the time limit.

Except for one student, who was halfway through writing when a breeze blew up his paper. He didn't use a paperweight to hold it down, and in his panic, he accidentally knocked over the inkstone.

The answer sheet was soiled, and by the time I cleaned the desk, it was too late to write again.

He had no choice but to accept the punishment and drink three cups in a row.

The scholar's face immediately turned red, and it was not known whether it was because of the alcohol or because he was ashamed of his carelessness and failure to hand in the paper on time.

In the pavilion, several people quickly selected three more outstanding poems.

The teacher saw his youngest disciple's poem at a glance and put it at the top.

There was no name of the respondent written on it, only a number: No. 8.

But the familiar handwriting could not be mistaken.

Mr. Qingxi stepped forward, picked up the top three answer sheets, and read out the results of the first round of competition: "In this competition, the top three are No. 8, No. 1, and No. 12.

When the results were announced, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Qi Yuanyu and Qi Yan, in particular, raised their heads immediately.

Among the students of the two academies, these two are the most knowledgeable.

This competition also vaguely revolves around these two people.

They both wondered: Who is it that could overpower them?

The first thing they did was look at each other's faces, wishing they could stare a hole in each other's faces.

The competition numbers are not arranged according to seating order, but are shuffled.

To ensure fairness, each student's number was also drawn from a big-bellied bamboo pot.

At present, no one knows their own number plates except the students themselves.

Mr. Qingxi handed the three answer sheets in his hand to the servant boy beside him and asked him to distribute them to the students for circulation.

But the little book boy didn't expect that his job was snatched away by someone.