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Jiang An was still listening with his head held high. The scholars and students who were kneeling beside him stood up one after another, their eyes showing a mixture of fear and admiration for this fellow king.

Tuanzi also hurriedly stood up, and folded his two fat hands to salute like Li Xingsang beside him.

"Students take note!"

Guan Yan and the abbot nodded to each other from a distance, and the latter struck the gong beside him again.

"The competition begins!"

The literary part of the Shangyuan competition is usually based on the six arts of a gentleman, but the archery and charioteering are moved to the martial arts field for venue reasons.

The music among the Six Arts is also called the Six Musics. For example, Huangdi's "Yunmen Dajuan" is often used in the emperor's banquets for officials or in sacrificial scenes. Therefore, music and etiquette cannot be mentioned or compared in this competition.

The focus of this literary scene is on books and mathematics.

The envoys from various countries on the second floor wrote a poem, and the servants in the other gardens delivered the folded papers to the abbot, who randomly picked one from the tray as the key to the poem.

The abbot held up his wide sleeves with one hand and took out a piece of paper with the other.

He paused after opening it, then showed the words on the note to everyone, "Title: Spring."

The sound of sparse conversations in the hall rose and fell, some scholars were clapping their hands, and some students were writing furiously.

"Ding!"

The dean looked at Jiang An holding the hammer, and his right eyelid twitched. He turned his head and asked the old master in a low voice,

"Did you teach her poetry?"

"No…"

"Then what is she knocking on?!"

"Well... maybe it's just the novelty..."

The dean took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to stand up, and said with a weak tone, "An An wants to write a poem?"

Tuanzi blinked his round eyes, looked at Xiaochui and then at the abbot, tilted his head, innocent and cute,

"Ah... An An, no, An An didn't mean it!"

The abbot: “…Well, don’t knock again!”

"Okay!"

Jiang An threw the hammer, and the nobles from the Dongli family threw away the waste paper in anger, and the beats were also messed up.

Apparently the noise made by Tuanzi disturbed them...

"Ding…"

The dean looked again and saw it was another dumpling!

She held the hammer in both hands, and first looked at the dean with a chuckle, then stared at the Dongli family member who was also holding a hammer.

The young man from aristocratic family's chest heaved up and down, and he was obviously very angry.

Jiang An was still well behaved and promised again not to touch the hammer.

"Ding…"

It’s Nanshan again!

The son of the aristocratic family in Dongli wanted to throw the hammer at the Nanshang team, his face turned red with anger.

Even the dean subconsciously went to see Jiang An.

Tuanzi opened his two little hands, "It's not An An, An An is so good!"

"That... is a student..."

In the team, a scholar weakly raised his hammer and waited for him to read out the poem he had prepared.

Nanshang won a round~

Tuanzi, who got a point, was very happy and clapped his hands, completely ignoring Dongli who was opposite him and was about to get angry to death.

In the next few games, Tuanzi held the small hammer, staring with wide eyes, and if anyone from Dongli on the opposite side tried to raise the hammer, she would hit him immediately!

Jiang An scratched her head and thought that she was not taking revenge for personal reasons. It was just that Dongli and Nanshang had a grudge against each other. The blood in their bones was burning, so it was not her fault!

Besides, even if she was three years old, she could see the weird look on Ling Wuhou's face when he was confronting her father!

In the last few scenes of the book, Tuanzi rolled up his sleeves and held the hammer in one hand. Anyway, it wouldn't be considered a foul if he didn't answer the questions after knocking. Today, with Jiang Xiaoan here, Dongli's students can forget about answering the questions!

In the last few games, there were times when Tuanzi couldn't keep up with the attention, and the eight or nine-year-old elementary school students who had successfully learned this trick all raised their hammers with shining eyes!

The corners of the abbot's mouth twitched, not knowing whether to smile or not.

Even though this group of people seems to be doing something unrighteous, I can't help but feel happy!

Until the halftime break, Nanshang ranked first, followed by Shangguo and Nanzhao. Even Mobei, which advocated military power, was fourth, while Dongli had no points.

The fur-clad teenagers from Mobei were talking cheerfully, and the topic was nothing more than how Mobei wasn't ranked last this year?!

When they return to Mobei, the king will reward them!

right!

"You're being a swindler!"

The troublemaker took a few big steps towards Tuanzi. Li Xingsang, who was beside Jiang An, stood up quickly, still holding the small hammer in his hand.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Jiang An exaggeratedly covered his eyes, opened a small slit with his chubby hands, and looked out through the slit with his round eyes.

Her voice was pitiful, "Do you want to hit An An?"

The troublemaker, who already had committed the crime of the previous day, was now being tortured by the gazes from all directions.

He has never suffered such injustice in his life!

The troublemaker pointed his finger at Jiang An with tears in his eyes, "It was you who hit me the day before yesterday!"

"Today, you are still playing tricks!"

When he talked about the sad part, his voice choked up...

Tuanzi let go of his hand, stood up, and put his hands on his hips, "An An didn't break the rules!"

"If you cry, I will cry for you too!"

Troublemaker (forced version): "I'm not crying, I'm the youngest son of the Lingwu Marquis Mansion!"

Jiang An rolled up his sleeves and glared, "My father is the prince of Zhenguo!"

The two who competed for their fathers were separated by their respective parents~

Ling Wuhou pulled the troublemaker away with a cold face. He was obviously not convinced by his brother who was the title of Marquis. He stiffened his neck and threw a tantrum.

On the other hand, Tuanzi held up her little hands and put them on her father's thighs, her chubby face full of pride~

Jiang Jichen stood in the middle of the hall, lowered his head to look at his daughter, and praised in a low voice, "Aan, you did a great job, I'll reward you with two more pieces of maltose tonight!"

Maltose!

Jiang An licked her lips and pulled on her father's robe, "An An can still try harder, can you eat a few more pieces~"

The old father poked his daughter's forehead with a gentle look in his eyes, "No, it will hurt your teeth!"

Tuanzi pouted, "Okay╮(╯-╰)╭"

The warmer the situation between Jiang Jichen and Jiang An is, the worse the situation is for Ling Wuhou!

Ling Wuhou, who was almost ridiculed, lost his patience and clenched his hand to grab his trouble-making brother. His voice was so cold that it could not even break the dregs.

"While I still have patience, you'd better shut up, or don't come back to Dongli!"

The abrupt end of the noise was like a stranglehold on his throat. The troublemaker shrank back and tried to pull his hand away. The murderous intent in Ling Wuhou's eyes made him know that this brother was not joking...

He would really kill himself!

The youngest son, who was loved by his mother and elder brother, suddenly regretted his decision to come to Nanshang...

In the second half of the math class, for the sake of fairness, the envoys from several countries took turns drawing questions and asked the students to answer them.

"Ding~"

When Nan Shang rang the bell again, they all raised their heads from their furious writing with distorted faces.

It’s Jiang An again!

Tuanzi held the little hammer and laughed.

A pair of round eyes seemed to say: What a shame, it's me again~

The dean was numb, his face looked a bit weathered under his white beard, and he looked at me sideways: "Old master, look at this little brat you taught!"

Without even moving his butt off the chair, he said in a flat voice, "An An was careless again?!"

Jiang An shook his head, his fat face serious, "No~"

When she blurted out the correct answer, the dean jumped up from his chair, and the old master smiled and said nothing.

An An is Nan Shang’s ultimate weapon this time!

Even Hu Yan on the second floor was so calm if he had known this earlier~