Houfu Key Class

Zong Jincheng corrected him unconvinced: "It's to expose, to expose that he is cheating! Who wants to see his style? What can be seen in cheating?"

Xu Wan chuckled and rolled her eyes at him.

Zong Jincheng raised his fist, unwilling to be outdone.

The dean was not annoyed, and he smiled and asked someone to call Qin Ye. This was their treasure, the number one seed that would surely advance to the First Division in the future. Of course he could get it!

The little devil was waiting for someone in the yard. His butt was like a spike and he couldn't sit still. Sometimes he stood up and walked around, sometimes he kicked the stone bench, which made Xu Wan want to close her eyes.

She held her forehead and complained: "I see that you are very energetic. It would be a good idea to go to the martial arts academy to use up your energy. The same goes for the old marquis and the old lady. Going to the martial arts academy does not mean that you will definitely become a military general in the future. Just you three Fishing every day and drying nets every day makes me look like a soldier and is disliked by the military camp. "

Zong Jincheng cannot withstand provocation.

He jumped up on the spot and shouted to her: "Who wants to go to the martial arts academy? I have to roll around in the mud every day and sweat all over. I'm so dirty. I don't care about practicing martial arts!"

Xu Wan nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, yes, I won't do it if it's tiring, I won't do it if it's dirty, I won't do it if I need persistence, and I won't do it if it's boring. Anyway, young master, you just don't want to do anything."

Zong Jincheng wanted to say yes, but based on her sarcastic words, it seemed like he was admitting defeat.

He snorted and continued to walk towards the door.

"Why aren't you here yet?" The little devil's patience gradually ran out.

Zong Wenxiu, on the other hand, was studying Qin Ye's test paper. He looked through it from the beginning to the end of the paper. He was two years younger than him, but his writing was really neat and he translated the answers word for word. He and his wife compiled them for his younger brother. That way the translation is exactly the same.

Turning to the back of the test paper, Qin Ye not only had a profound understanding of Meng Qiu, but also quoted various scriptures to strengthen his argument. Mengqiu was memorized by Zong Wenxiu only last month, and Qin Ye was obviously much better than him.

Compared with Zong Jincheng's impatience, Zong Wenxiu's heart began to feel cold. It was the first time that he deeply felt how big the knowledge gap between himself and others was.

After a long time, the dean finally came back.

Followed by a cold-faced young man, he did not have any accessories on his body, only wearing a set of dark blue robes and a solid-color belt around his waist, simple and neat.

Qin Ye raised his head with extremely cold eyes.

The dean smiled and said, "Mrs. Zong has been waiting for a long time. Qin Ye was still in class just now, and he only wanted to come out after Master finished speaking. You see, this child is Qin Ye, and he answered the test papers himself."

Zong Jincheng stared at him for a while. He was about the same height as him, but had completely opposite personalities. He was so cold that he could freeze everyone around him to death.

There was no boredom in his eyes, only impatience.

Zong Jincheng understood, and immediately responded with a more impatient tone: "Then write, I want to see if this is his handwriting!"

The little devil spoke in a very bad tone, like questioning and doubting, and anyone who listened to it could not help but get angry for no reason.

The dean was also afraid that Qin Ye would suddenly turn against him and quarrel with him.

Because although this boy is very good at academics, he has a really weird temper, which is completely opposite to his all-around father.

Unexpectedly, Qin Ye didn't ask, and walked straight to the table, picked up the pen and started writing. The young boy wrote so fast that even the hard-working Zong Wenxiu felt a little ashamed.

In just a moment, two lines of words were written.

Qin Ye stood up and said to the dean, "Can I go? The master's homework has not been finished yet."

The corner of the dean's mouth twitched. The master left all the homework to be done on the day off. This kid didn't even finish his class today, so he had to finish it in a hurry. It was really urgent.

He picked up the paper and saw familiar handwriting, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, you can go back."

Hearing this, Zong Jincheng quickly stopped him and said, "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? We haven't seen it yet!"

He took the rice paper from the dean's hand and saw that the handwriting on it was indeed consistent with the one on the test paper, as neat as if printed on it.

Zong Jincheng saw it with his own eyes, but still found it unbelievable.

He turned the paper over and over to check. Not only did he find no trace of cheating, but he also found that the man's writing power was extremely controlled. There were no ink stains on the back of the rice paper.

It's so perfect that you can't find a single flaw.

Zong Jincheng turned to look at him and said unconsciously: "How could you steal my first place?"

Qin Ye raised his cold eyelids and said firmly to him: "Because..."

"Number one is mine and no one can take it away from me."

The little boy was not actually very aggressive, but the firm confidence in his eyes stung the little devil's fragile heart.

Zong Jincheng couldn't help but raise his voice several times: "What did you say?"

Qin Ye didn't say it a second time. He never liked wasting time on meaningless arguments, so he turned around and left again.

Zong Jincheng walked around to him and threatened, "Say it again."

Qin Ye wanted to bypass him.

But no matter how he went around, the little devil just wouldn't let him go.

Qin Ye's eyes became a little colder.

He said coldly: "I'll tell you the same thing a hundred times, you can't pass my test."

After saying that, he pushed the little devil aside and strode towards the door.

Zong Jincheng was pushed so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

He has probably never met anyone more arrogant than him in his life, and the other person is so arrogant that he doesn't take him seriously at all.

Qin Ye even...

Don't even ask what his name is!

Zong Jincheng was about to explode!

"Insult! Absolutely insulting!"

He jumped up and down angrily, shaking Zong Wenxiu and shouting: "This kid is too arrogant! He doesn't take me seriously at all! What is the first place that cannot be taken away? Who told him to be the first place? Is it his? First of all, it’s mine! Who gave him this confidence!”

Xu Wan once asked the Little Devil this question, but the answer he got was that he was just blindly confident without any factual support.

But Qin Ye is different. His confidence comes from his strength.

A child who has never lacked money or love since he was a child, and who gets first place in every exam, his self-confidence is so strong that no one can match him.

Xu Wan watched quietly from the sidelines as the little devil went crazy, with no intention of comforting him at all.

On the contrary, Zong Wenxiu has been persuading him: "You just studied for a short time and started at a later stage than him. If you study in the same amount of time as him, you will definitely pass his exam easily!"

When Zong Jincheng heard this, his eyes lit up: "That's right, I've only been studying for two months and I can get second place in the exam. If I study for one more month, he won't have anything to do with me!"

Xu Wan couldn't help but sneered.

Zong Jincheng's fragile little heart was stung by the laughter again, and he roared: "Why are you laughing again!!!"