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Chapter 408 Song Zhao hangs the South Vietnamese Mission

On this imperial power land, which is divided into different levels, titles and titles represent absolute supreme and glory. It is not an exaggeration to say that everyone pursues throughout their lives.

Men are born with more advantages than women, and those with ability can become more successful by making achievements.

However, a woman can only marry a capable husband to win a title.

But this is just a small number of people with family backgrounds.

More people are just talented but have no channels and are brutally suppressed.

As for women who cannot marry a good husband, there are even more people, which means that they are out of reach for the title.

People of this type can only wait for the opportunity to land helplessly.

And now, the opportunity has come.

As a result, an unprecedented academic storm occurred in the harems of the previous dynasty.

Those who know a little bit about learning want to take the opportunity to make a name for themselves and stay quietly in each house and study hard all night long.

Even a woman has such ambition, while a man is even more tireless and forgets to eat and sleep.

Even all the officials rushed to the large study room in the palace as soon as they were on the court, and gathered together in groups of three or three to study and analyze.

The dignified and rigorous study instantly became like a vegetable market.

Everyone was deeply complained by this arithmetic and almost collapsed.

"Liu Zhuangyuan, have you solved it?"

Everyone whispered while analyzing and researching, if we were to start with just for the title.

But after being tortured by mathematics questions, they want to know who can make a complete analysis.

Liu Zhuangyuan abandoned another draft and said seriously, "I'm wrong again. It seems that I have to change my ideas."

As he said that, he worked hard again.

When the others saw this, they couldn't help but sigh, and then began to write quickly again.

With less than six hours, they must race against time and try to make analysis before the deadline arrives.

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In the exhibition hall of Canglan College.

The girls haven't returned to their house for two days, and they all work on the floor on the spot. When they are tired, they take a break and continue to work on the topic when they wake up.

Looking around, everyone's face was full of fatigue.

Only Wen Nuo and Song Zhao were energetic, and they ate when they should and drank when they should.

Wen Nuo is really not good at studying and is heartless, so everyone doesn't take her seriously.

Song Zhao is the number one in Canglan Academy. The girls’ role models are used to learn from them, but they are so uncomfortable when they are out of the matter.

As soon as the unhappy mood came, a few gossips were inevitably heard.

"I heard from my father that Song Zhao's first relationship was obtained by leaving a relationship... Do you think this is true or false?"

"I think it's true. I haven't seen Song Zhao come to class normally... However, every time I check, I get the first place... Is it really that amazing?"

"If it's so powerful? Why didn't she react to the arithmetic problem this time?

It’s too casual to have a major event related to the honor and disgrace of the country!”

Such discussions are one after another.

Song Zhao didn't care much. Wen Nuo and Sheng Minggui were unhappy when they heard this and were about to speak for Song Zhao.

Yin Wanyang was particularly annoyed and pressed his hand on his eyebrows, and hummed softly, "It's so noisy, can't you be quieter?"

I have estimated this question almost as much as possible. It is not difficult to analyze it, but it will take at least half a month. Nanyue only gives us three days, and no matter who solves it, it cannot be solved.
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