Lines of ink words emerge on the blank paper on the last page:

I know that there will definitely be someone cheating. If you can keep the cheating candidates who see this question now, it means that you have successfully cheated.

But don't be too happy too early!

I acquiesced to cheating in some capable people, but do not allow cheaters to get high scores, so I left this question to screen those with high and low scores again. Please note that this question will account for 30% of the test scores!

Title: Please write a poem with the title of "Chrysanthemum" and ask to write the domineering spirit of chrysanthemum!!!

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After reading the questions, all the candidates looked bitter. Needless to say, the tone of writing must be the style of the academy saint.

There are many poems about chrysanthemums, but they require domineering chrysanthemums and tell them the topic only in the last quarter of an hour... They feel like they want to hit people.

No wonder the previous title did not require them to write poems, it turned out to be left at the end and waited for them!

No candidate is willing to think about why the saint did this. They have already thought about the poem "Chrysanthemum".

Writing poetry on the spot often requires the accumulation and talent of your daily poems. It is difficult to cheat on such topics.

Zhou Fan didn't dare to confirm whether the insect girl had such talent and could write two domineering chrysanthemum poems in less than a quarter of an hour, but when he looked at the topic, he frowned and then smiled for no reason. Without opening his psychic eyes, he picked up his pen and wrote it.

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The pool 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 next to the pond.

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

There was a grill on the charcoal fire, and there were skewers of chicken wings on the grill. From time to time, he used a brush to brush the chicken wings. The oil and seasonings spilled on the charcoal fire caused the white smoke to rise, and the sizzled sounds continued, and the chicken wings became golden.

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

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

A middle-aged scholar soon appeared by the lake. The scholar had a gentle and elegant 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 roast chicken wings on the grill.

"Teacher." The scholar politely said.

The old man picked up a bunch of chicken wings, and he ate while brushing the rest of the chicken wings. He ate with relish.

"Teacher." The scholar said helplessly again.

"What are you doing if you don't stay on the border and come back?" the old man spit out a chicken bone, rolled his eyes and said.

"The second and fifth junior brothers sent me a message telling me that you are involved in the grand exam of the A-shaped class, so I'm back." The scholar smiled bitterly.

"The two bastards reported to me again and said bad things. One day I will clean up the portal and drive them out." The old man said vaguely while chewing the chicken wings.

"Why did the teacher do this?" The scholar sighed: "Sanxiang and Dafo Temple are both very dissatisfied with our academy because of this. They believe that our academy has arbitrarily changed the examination rules and broken the rules and added the examinations in order to allow more outstanding disciples of the academy to enter the A-character class."

"Xiaohong, they really told me the right thing." The old man laughed, "I added a literary test to let the younger generations in the academy take more resources, otherwise what would you say I added a literary test to do?"

"Did those three official Youzi and the monks in the Great Buddha Temple only dare to gossip me behind their backs? I sent out a notice to ask them to find me with the ability, but they didn't dare to let go..." The old man threw away a chicken wing bone and ridiculed him.

"Teacher, I know it is definitely not for Class A. Since Class A exists, the teacher has never paid attention to it. Even if this class of geniuses emerge, it is not worthy of the teacher's actions." The scholar, known as Xiaohong, showed bitter face, "Does the teacher even hide me?"

"What are you hiding from you?" The old man looked unhappy: "Among so many disciples, you like to worry about everything. This is beneficial and harmful. The advantage is that I don't have to worry about so many bad things, and you can handle it properly for me, but the disadvantage is that you are too nagging."

"Nagging makes you become a mother-in-law like a woman, which makes your state stagnate."

The scholar was slightly silent, and he thought for a while and said, "Disciple also knows."

"I know you know." The old man sighed, his nature was difficult to change. He wanted to go further, but he had to rely on himself. He bent down slightly and placed the roasted chicken wings on the outside of the grill to avoid battering. "You go back, the mirror is fine."

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

"But the teacher is not invincible in the world," the scholar hesitated.

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

"Your Majesty can." The scholar's face turned right.

The scholar usually likes to be serious when speaking. The old man sometimes likes the serious personality of the eldest disciple. After all, the truth is not clear, but sometimes he hates this personality, such as now.

The old man wiped his greasy left hand on his clothes and said in anger: "I am indeed not his opponent in the broken palace in the little emperor. If you ask him to leave the palace, I will not beat him up."

The old man was so vulgar that he was not as vulgar as a scholar. The scholar had long been used to the vulgar way of speaking in the old man. He still said seriously: "If you can't win, you can't win. This time, the teacher of the A-type Class, you forced the priest to add a literary exam. Is it to make things difficult for the priest?"

These words made the old man silence a little. The one who knew him best was this great disciple. He nodded slightly, which was considered to be an acknowledgement of this fact.

"The Supreme Master has always been generous to the academy, and is even much better than the small academy temple. The Supreme Master will not refuse whatever the academy wants." The scholar asked a little heavy: "Disciple is unknown. Why is the teacher doing this? This is the third time."

This is the reason why the scholar came back. In recent years, he has discovered that the old man seemed to be targeting the emperor.

The disagreement between the teacher and the emperor is definitely not a good thing for the academy, but even the scholars who think they know the teacher are very puzzled.

After several questions, the teacher was vague. He went to the palace to meet the saint and tempted the language, and the saint did not mention a word.

The scholar felt very embarrassed between the two, and for some reason he had a gap, which made him feel uncomfortable to sleep and eat.

The emperor is generous, but he is not without temper. The teacher is provoking again and again, if one day it breaks out...

Should he respect his teacher or be loyal to the emperor?

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

"Teacher, but the emperor is his own person after all..."

Before the scholar could finish his words, the old man said indignantly: "What are your own people? The little emperor and I are definitely not your own people. If we were your own people, would you not say anything? This is not a third-rate novel. If you say it, you will not have any opera to sing. What can you tell me?"
Chapter completed!