chapter 10 The article is not on topic

Two days passed quickly. During this time, Pascal Amos got familiar with the campus during the day and practiced the Quick Sword Technique at night. He also became much more proficient in the first style of Swift Wind Sword.

Before I knew it, the time for the entrance exam came quietly.

On this day, Pascal Amos was still asleep with his head covered, when he was woken up by Mr. Mr. Damion. Since outsiders were not allowed to live inside the school, Damion spent most of his time outside the school. Only major events like the entrance exam could Will come to remind Pascal Amos.

This time he came to the right place. If no one woke up Pascal Amos, he would probably have slept until the sun was shining, and he would have forgotten about any exams long ago.

"Why are you so anxious? The test questions must be very simple. I can solve them in minutes."

Pascal Amos said while yawning, seemingly very dissatisfied with Bai Guobing's urging.

Damion couldn't help but said helplessly: "Okay, young master, you are already late. Candidates will not be allowed to enter after the exam starts. If you don't hurry up, you will not even have the chance to enter the yellow class."

The academic rules of Xuanzhou Academy are extremely strict. For major events such as entrance exams, once found to be absent from the exam, they will be expelled directly without any room for negotiation.

"What, it's already so late, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Pascal Amos suddenly woke up. He didn't dare to hesitate at all. He hurriedly ran towards the school. He didn't want to be expelled as soon as school started. It would be strange if Chinelo Amos didn't beat him to death when he returned to Canglan County.

Looking at Pascal Amos's figure, Damion couldn't help but shook his head. He, the young master, doesn't know when he will be able to make people worry less...

The entrance examination was held in Wenying Garden in the center of the school. When Pascal Amos rushed to the examination room, he was shocked to find that everyone was already writing and answering questions.

Glancing at Pascal Amos, who was late, the invigilator frowned and said, "What's going on? It took you so long to come to the exam. Do you want to be expelled?"

"Uh, I'm sorry, I accidentally overslept."Pascal Amos could only step forward and laughed a few times.

"Hahaha……"

As soon as Pascal Amos finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter in the examination room.

The invigilator looked a little ugly and asked in a deep voice: "What is your name?"

"Student Pascal Amos."Pascal Amos cupped his hands and said.

As soon as these words came out, the candidates immediately caused an uproar.

"What, is he Pascal Amos, the author of that brocade song?"

"It seems that there is only one person named Pascal Amos in the entire academy, and it should be him."

"Awesome, no wonder he dares to be late. With his talent, passing the entrance exam is a piece of cake."

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There was also a strange look in the invigilator's eyes. He had also heard of Jinse's poem. Until now, he could not believe that this poem was written by a student. The artistic conception in it was beyond comprehension even if he had written it ten times. Even those who have been taught by the Empire for several years have not been able to fully understand it. How can a sixteen-year-old boy understand it?

Seeing that there was no movement from the other party, Pascal Amos had to remind him: "Sir, can I take a seat?"

"Well, let's take the seat test."

Pascal Amos's words interrupted his thoughts, and the invigilator finally reacted and nodded.

Paper and pens were ready on the desk. After Pascal Amos sat down, he looked around and soon found a familiar figure. It was Harleigh Cyrus in the upper right corner of him.

Pascal Amos eyes lit up, "It turns out she is also a new student."

He originally thought that with Harleigh Cyrus's talent, she should have stayed at Xuanzhou Academy for a long time, but he did not expect that the opposite was true.

Unlike Pascal Amos who copied the ancients, Harleigh Cyrus actually wrote a poem in a short time, and the level of the cherry blossom poem was still very high.

"A talented woman is a talented woman."

Pascal Amos did not continue to pay attention to Harleigh Cyrus, but focused on the examination paper. He finished the examination paper first, and after finishing it, he could look at the beautiful women however he wanted. However, when he saw the only question on the paper, he was completely Confused.

There was only one line on the examination paper: "Please write silently the "Book of Etiquette and Learning" written by Master Crockett silently, and translate the full text."

Crockett? What, the Biography of Etiquette? Are you still studying?

Pascal Amos eyes were dull. Of course he knew Crockett. This old man was the most knowledgeable person in the entire Northern Snow Empire. Even the emperor would honor him as "teacher". He was undoubtedly the person respected by all literati and was regarded as " The most holy teacher."

Of course, Pascal Amos only knew this person in the past, because Chinelo Amos often forced him to memorize the Master Hurley's masterpieces, but it was a pity that he could not memorize even one article.

"Is this the only topic?"

Pascal Amos flipped through the exam paper several times, and finally gave up in despair. The entire exam paper only contained this line, and there were no more extra words.

"Fuck...you're cheating me..."

At this moment, Pascal Amos was about to go crazy. He really didn't want to pick up any of the pots, and taking any test question was better than writing it down silently. He also wrote a biography of etiquette silently. You think it's Li Bai's Jingye Thoughts...

I can’t write a word, what should I do?

Pascal Amos couldn't help but look around and found that except for a few old friends, almost everyone was writing hard. Some people had even written a full page and were starting to write the second page.

"Is it possible that a talented person like me is going to enter the yellow class? No, this is absolutely not possible!"

Liu Feng had been a talented man for less than two days and was about to be knocked back to his original form. How could Pascal Amos be willing to do so, but he couldn't write a single word. How could he possibly be brought back to life?

Time passed by minute by minute, and there was less than a quarter of an hour left before the end of the exam.

"Yes!"

Pascal Amos eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a good idea. Maybe he could get away with it. Although he couldn't write etiquette silently, he could copy poems...

Thinking of this, Pascal Amos didn't even think about it, he just picked up his pen and started dancing,

"On this day last year, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red."

"The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

After a few strokes, a poem inscribed by Cui Hu on Capital City Nanzhuang appeared on the paper, with twenty-eight characters, extremely concise.

Although this poem is not as mysterious as Jinse, it shows a completely different artistic conception, a small story of encounter, but many people may have had this kind of life experience, in accidental and inadvertent circumstances. You encounter something beautiful next time, but when you pursue it intentionally, you can never get it again.

The beauty of this poem lies in the four words "re-finding and missing", which show a lifelike picture.

"If the examiner wasn't blind, he should have given me high marks no matter what."

The corners of Pascal Amos mouth rose slightly. He was very confident. With this eternal quatrain, there was basically no problem in entering the Tianzi class. After all, the works of the ancient poets in the previous life were unparalleled and wonderful even in this life. It is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Just when Pascal Amos was secretly proud, the two-hour exam time was over. Everyone else had handed in an exam paper full of handwriting, but there were only four lines of small words on his paper, which were very eye-catching.