The scholar who travels through meets the soldier, there is no reason to explain

In fact, it is not wrong to say that it is a bit exaggerated.

After all, no matter what, the original owner has been studying hard for many years.In the end, it was hard to get to the present step.In this kind of era, if you can be mixed up to this time, casually pulling a person out of the examination room of this class is simply a model god with a head hanging from a beam and a cone piercing his ass.

And Qiao Jin did have something in her head.But those things were not his after all.This created a situation where he knew it clearly, but every time he was pointed at by someone, he only reacted.

Every time I look at a question, it is like flipping through a book that I have with me, but I am never familiar with it at all.It is extremely slow to remember what it is, and in the fixed-time exam, there are not only questions to fill in the blanks with the original text, but brain-burning questions are also piled up.So in this exam, Qiao Jin can't just say that she suffered a disadvantage.

After all, you said, every time the computer is restarted, it is necessary to read all the information before restarting and only read one of them that is not fixed?

Adhering to this principle, Qiao Jin decided to read the book again, at least she had a solid foundation in her heart, and she couldn't say anything.

But the ambition is completely wilted in front of it.

Beside the desk in the room, there are books for exams, such as the Four Books and Five Classics, the Complete Works of Book of Changes, everything is complete.There are so many things, after all, this is also for the convenience of candidates.

In fact, Qiao Jin was still a little confused at the beginning. At that time, he didn't understand. This brother is really a master. He didn't even bring the cheat sheet... Bah, he didn't bring the books for the exam with him. It seems that he must be a top student!So I didn't understand the usefulness of doing this at first.However, he soon understood that the pain was deep in his heart.

It is absolutely impossible to carry such a thick book with you.This is not the straw that breaks the camel's back but a mountain that 100% immobilizes you.

If a normal person is estimated to see a book with the thickness of about 4 or 5 authentic Xinhua dictionaries, his face will turn green when he is angry.

However, Qiao Jin is not a normal person.

He started flipping through the book when he didn't agree with each other. Although he had a lot of difficulties in understanding and translating, he stumbled and stumbled until he finally mastered the method of reading.

Otherwise, I really don't know how to see the Year of the Monkey.

Eating the tasteless white cakes, Qiao Jin held the scroll in one hand and tilted her head to read the book.He felt that he had a little understanding of why some people ate and dipped white cakes in ink. The real situation was not to study hard at all, but to study hard and make progress every day!

Because this cake is really hard and astringent, it is hard to swallow!I really can't wait to find something to change the taste in my mouth.

After thinking about it, Qiao Jin shook her head helplessly.

It's just a joke, just have fun, no matter how you think about it, you still have to immerse yourself in learning.

After two days of hard eating, drinking, and insufficient sleep, I finally got through those few books.Qiao Jin's calculations are all done.On the last day, it doesn't matter whether he is a god or an old Buddha, let's sleep with him all day first.Have a good time doing his dream.

But after all, the plan cannot keep up with the rapid changes.

He lay on the bed and turned over, but couldn't fall asleep.He always felt as if he had forgotten something important.

He frowned again, supporting the bed with one hand, and turned over.His gaze fell on the desk in front of him, where a book was slumped, with handwritten ink on the yellowed paper.

Qiao Jin suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He doesn't seem to know how to write with a brush.

Drunk, really going to heaven.

I didn't even think about getting a good night's sleep.He could only sigh, turned over and began to practice calligraphy.It was all a fart just now.There was a "slap" sound when he slapped himself in the face.

I couldn't even hold the brush in my hand stably, and the posture of the brush was crooked.Watching myself write the words like a dog crawling.Qiao Jin suddenly threw the pen a little angrily, and looked at the pen with a paralyzed face.

But after a while, I picked it up and practiced resignedly.Otherwise, in the exam tomorrow, I really can only write wild words and let the examiner guess.

I really have the feeling of returning to the pre-liberation overnight. I feel sad that I will have the college entrance examination tomorrow, but I haven’t watched anything yet.

He had no time to be sad, so he could only practice calligraphy well.

Qiao Jin couldn't understand.Others who travel through time are either very talented, or they are talented.This kind of thing is easy, and it can be done with "swish, swish", and some of them are even better.But why is it so difficult to get to him!

He has practiced his handwriting so well that it looks like handwriting in one morning.

In fact, what he wrote is not ugly, after all, he still learned a little when he was in school.No, in fact, it is better to talk about painting than writing. If he doesn't know the real calligraphy, he can only draw like a gourd at most.

But no matter what, the point is to be unhappy.

If calculated according to the time of the exam, he might not even be able to complete the previous fill-in-the-blank questions, let alone the later explanatory essay.Not to mention his desire to win the No. [-] pick.

With such a rough calculation, I really feel that there is no hope in life when I think about it.

Bite the dry dry food in his mouth, drink a sip of cold water, and kill time bit by bit.At the end of the practice, my wrist was numb and painful.He was just about to put down his pen, he was really not reconciled.After all, this is just a matter of finishing.

If there is a difference, it is probably that he ran to the football goal excitedly. He has the ball, but the sad thing is that you don't even have the ball.

In fact, his hard-tipped pen calligraphy has always been acceptable. Although it is a soft pen, it has already brought a lot of his style.Slow writing is not something that I can do to improve myself in a short period of time.

I can only let him be like this for the time being, there is no way to change it.

God is destined.

He stayed until the next morning, in order to get rid of the sound sleep he had to keep, so as not to affect tomorrow's exam.He is practicing.

When he was called out by the officials, he rubbed his sore wrists and sore neck and walked out.Although the scenery along the way did not have time to appreciate it.However, this road is too long.

This also made him calm down slowly.

Looking up, you can see the exquisitely carved small columns, with some colorful paintings attached to them, which are bright and bright but do not lose their stability.A dark tiled room.There are several small courtyards with red roofs, surrounded by circular water channels, dotted with lush forests, and a few clusters of unknown flowers are in full bloom.

Looking down, some are bluestone roads and some are gravel roads.Some go deep and crooked.In some, the avenue of generosity runs straight ahead.

Although there are many people walking on these roads, they still appear to be very wide.From time to time a patrol of men in full uniform passed through them.Walked over with a weapon.

Stepping on the flower-carved steps, you can already see the magnificent hall with yellow-topped red pillars and carved and inlaid various jewels.On a huge dark blue sign, there are three large characters written in golden pen and ink, "Jisheng Palace".

Seeing this sign, the crowd who had been quiet along the way exploded for an unknown amount of time.

But then it was very quiet again.They looked inside with admiration and longing, but among all the living beings... Qiao Jin was distracted.

Qiao Jin stood in front of the vermilion gate of the main hall.Suddenly there was desolation in the bones, and there was a feeling of returning to the college entrance examination in an instant. This is the desolation of returning to the pre-liberation after so many years of hard work.

What made him feel even more desolate was that he didn't know if the strange trick he came up with last night would work.If it didn't work, he really didn't know where his helpless status quo could go.

For him: victory or defeat, success or failure, in one fell swoop.

Walked into the hall with steady steps.The emperor sat high on his dragon chair, because he couldn't look directly at the holy face, so he couldn't know the appearance of the person in power.

The surrounding walls match the outside, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere.At this time, there were many people standing on both sides of the large field.Some are the emperor's guards, some are court ladies and eunuchs, in short, they are neatly arranged.

"My emperor, long live, long live, long live."

With a uniform voice, they bowed slightly to the supreme ruler.

And this country has regulations that no one can kneel in this hall.It can be regarded as a lofty respect for the culture at that time.

The emperor waved his hand, and Qiao Jin's mind popped out for no reason: All love you.With such a sentence, he finally shook his head, listening to the emperor begin to lecture them.It's like the exam-taking guidance that is available before each exam. It's monotonous and boring, but it's passionate every time.There are many young and energetic people who raise their fists and shout in response.

But this place doesn't dare to do that, not to mention that they are weak scholars, even if you didn't wave your fist casually, maybe you would be dragged down as an assassin.

And the emperor seemed to be in a good mood today, and he was still talking after a few cups of tea, and everyone bowed their heads to listen to the training, and no one showed a hint of impatience.

That's right, it would be disrespectful for anyone standing next to a guard with a big knife to dare to breathe loudly, let alone be impatient with the emperor's words.

After a while, His Majesty finally finished his long speech.They started the exam with the sound of bells and drums.

The emperor was in a high position, overlooking the crowd.But intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes always glanced at Qiao Jin, who was a bit conspicuous among this group of nerds, and there was a lot of meaning in his eyes.

However, Qiao Jin didn't notice it.

A set of dark inkstones was placed on the dark red desk, and yellowed paper was spread on the table.There are people wearing court uniforms and supervisor hats walking back and forth around.

Qiao Jin lifted up her robe and sat on the floor, her posture was upright, but not rigid, her air of ecstasy suddenly appeared.Hold the pen and directly turn over the various basic questions in front.

And he went straight to the final composition.

Turning over the paper, an extremely eye-catching argument instantly came into view, "Voice of the People".

The author has something to say:

I said why it took so long and 3000 words to change the text, I felt like I was going to heaven