As a big figure in the academy, Duanmu Xiaohong also has a lot to do. Even if he cares about the big exam of Class A, he will pay attention to the overall situation.

Duanmu Xiaohong, which gradually spread in the literary examination, also read Duanmu Xiaohong, and vaguely heard that it was written by a candidate named Zhou Juhua.

But he naturally doesn't know if it's too specific.

Now Zhongtian told him that "Sheng Sheng Slow" and "Chrysanthemum Platform" were actually written by the same person, which made Duanmu Xiaohong silent.

Duanmu Xiaohong's mood is very complicated. Even if Zhongtian says he is a woman, this will not bring Duanmu Xiaohong a sense of impact.

For a scholar who likes poetry, "Chrysanthemum Platform" and "Songsheng Slowly" are bold and domineering, and the other graceful and sad. These are completely different styles.

Duanmu Xiaohong counted forward silently and found that there were almost no poets or lyrics who could master two styles at the same time, but only one of them could write so well.

"Big Brother...Big Brother..."

Zhongtian called out twice before Duanmu Xiaohong came to his senses. He blamed him a little, "Junior brother, why are you talking about such an important thing now?"

Nakata was speechless, is this important?

The eldest brother didn't say anything, how did he know what was important and what was not important?

"Forget it, I forgot to tell you to record their past background in detail. Even if you have told me before, it is still not comprehensive enough." Duanmu Xiaohong reflected on himself again.

Next, Duanmu Xiaohong explained a few more words before disconnecting from this contact.

Zhongtian held the jade pendant and said nothing for a long time. Did the eldest brother specifically contact him to understand "Shengsheng Slow" written by Zhou Fan?

What can such a thing have to do with the life and death of the academy?

Could it be that the eldest brother is crazy?

Zhongtian fell into deep doubts about what he wanted to do.

Duanmu Xiaohong didn't know if he had any contact, so he just recorded the matter carefully. In his room, one hundred and five leaders had become his primary research subjects, followed by nearly thousands of candidates in Class A.

The number of people made Duanmu Xiaohong spend all her time on it.

Of course, just as the teacher said, that person is likely to be among the top 105, so Duanmu Xiaomiao still focuses more on the top.

As for what characteristics does that person have?

Teacher Lin Wuya doesn’t know.

Duanmu Xiaohong doesn't know even more.

But Duanmu Xiaohong understands one thing: if that person can let the academy and let the Dawei survive the great disaster mentioned by the teacher, then this person will definitely be extraordinary!

No matter how he hides it, it will gradually show it.

This extraordinary thing may not be a martial arts cultivation, but may also be in other aspects.

Among the 105 leaders, after several days of research, Duanmu Xiaomao locked up ten more people, and among these ten people there was Zhou Fan.

"It is good at writing poetry. From the perspective of divination, there is a certain indescribable fate with our academy." Duanmu Xiaohong recalled "Chrysanthemum Platform" and "Shengsheng Slowly" and "Songsheng Slowly" again.

Duanmu Xiaohong prefers the poem "Shengsheng Slow" because the words are exquisite and exquisite. He sighed and said, "It's a pity that the teacher has already said, don't tell him anything about the leader of the A-character class."

"Or else this poem can be used for the teacher to taste it carefully."

But Duanmu Xiaohong quickly shook her head and decided not to give it to the teacher for appreciation, because he could guess what the teacher would say.

"Oh, it's not bad. If this poem is used to deceive those good women who are lonely, they will definitely be called confidants. Then they will sit on the bed and chat to comfort the loneliness in their hearts..." After that, there will probably be a series of obscene laughter.

Duanmu Xiaohong's face froze when she thought of this, completely dispelled the idea.

...

...

Zhou Fan left the academy gate after some disguise.

Just as Li Jiuyue said, there were many carriages parked at the door and surrounded by many people.

There are scholars who have good things and maids who are looking around.

These maids were naturally brought by the wife on the carriage.

Zhou Fan became more and more embarrassed and angry because of this. He didn't expect that he copied two poems, one of which won the title of Zhou Juhua, and the other made him a friend of women in Gaoxiang City.

No, I will never copy poetry again in the future... Zhou Fan gritted his teeth and thought.

The house was still being searched, so Zhou Fan said goodbye to Li Chongniang and returned to the inn.

After eating, practicing, and washing up in the evening, Zhou Fan lay down to sleep, and he soon appeared on the boat as he was sleeping soundly.

Zhou Fanyi appeared and greeted Eifu. He turned his head and looked around. After discovering the figure of the Boat Kit, he shouted: "Boat Kitten, dare to fight me!"

"Looking for death!" Zhou Xiaomao said angrily.

After a fight, Zhou Xiaomao was forced to use the first move of Kitten's three styles, almost splitting Zhou Fan in half.

But even so, Zhou Fan was still injured. He could only watch the cat coming and raise the knife.

"We will continue tomorrow night." Zhou Fan laughed.

"I'm sick." The little cat slashed Zhou Fan with annoyed, splitting Zhou Fan in half from the middle. Now even if Zhou Fan has the talent for self-healing, it's useless.

Zhou Fan turned into gray mist and dissipated.

And Eifu, who had been watching all this coldly, left the ship with Zhou Fan's departure.

The kitten knife in Zhou Xiaomao's hand dissipated, and her mind calmed down. She frowned and thought: "Is there really something wrong with the bead that the boat gave him?"

"Otherwise it doesn't make sense at all. Why did he try so hard to challenge me to seek death?"

"It's just that what's wrong? Can I get the benefits if I kill it?"

etc!

Zhou Xiaomao thought of a guess, which made her pupils suddenly shrink, "This is not impossible."

If this is the case... But Zhou Xiaomao quickly shook her head again. She didn't believe that the boat would help Zhou Fan like this.

"Maybe he's just bluffing, scaring me and telling me not to beat him again in the future. If he just bluffs and tries two or three times, he will give up."

"If it weren't for the bluff, I would definitely continue to stick with it and continue to challenge me."

"But no matter whether it is a bluff or not, I must be careful. If it is true, the consequences will be unimaginable." Zhou Xiaomao's face was slightly cold.

Zhou Fan woke up from bed and was sweating profusely, not only his head, but his clothes were covered in sweat.

He stood up with a pale face, called a bucket of cold water, fell head-on, and washed away coldly, which made him wake up from the chaotic feeling.

He wiped the water droplets on his face and changed into clean clothes before he breathed a sigh of relief.

This is different from dying in a dream. The pain of being injured on the boat can be felt truly, and the feeling of being killed is naturally the same.

Zhou Fan, who was killed for the first time, naturally felt very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!