Can you be reborn by reading the scholar's articles in one night?

It's really a strange thing that has never been seen in the ages!

Of course Mr. Yan didn't believe it. He couldn't help asking: "You read the article all night last night?"

Yang Cong was so anxious. He just wanted to know how he was doing in this eight-legged essay, but Mr. Yan kept asking questions without answering back. He was so anxious.

You said how I wrote it!

Without thinking, he said casually: "Yes, the student carefully read the beautiful articles of several classmates last night, and had a lot of insights. I wonder if the teacher feels that the students' articles have made progress?"

This means, I really became a complete success after reading the scholar's articles all night?

Genius!

Mr. Yan stared at Yang Cong like a monster, then nodded slowly and said, "It's great, it's very progressive. With this level, it's definitely no problem to pass the county examination. So, you can write another article for me in the afternoon. The title is, the younger generation is terrifying, how can you know that the person who comes is not as good as it is now?"

Still writing?

OK!

Yang Cong was so excited that he hurriedly wrote an article to reach the level of passing the county examination. If he thought about it for a while, could he reach the level of passing the prefectural examination or even the hospital examination?

He really wants to give it a try.

At this moment, he followed the demon and just wanted to do something, write eight-legged essays, and see where the shortcuts he found in the imperial examination could go. He had ignored other things.

He didn't even go to have a meal, but asked Yu Dayou and Hou Zhitan to go to the nearest restaurant to eat first, and just decorate it with a food box after eating.

Just as Yu Dayou walked out in confusion, he ran back to his seat and was about to start making a fuss.

"Young people are afraid, how can you know that the future is not as good as the present?" This sentence also comes from "The Analects of Confucius". The general meaning is that young people are sometimes worthy of awe, and they cannot arbitrarily believe that the next generation is not as good as the previous generation.

It seems that Mr. Yan was really shocked by his "talent" and he subconsciously came up with such a question.

Yang Cong was so proud that he thought for a while, and then he began to write quickly. Even when Yu Dayou brought the food over, he didn't stop to take a bite.

His appearance of forgetting to eat and sleep scared Yu Dayou. Isn’t this guy not even eating?

Fortunately, there was an hour for lunch break, and Yang Cong had only half an hour to prepare and draft the time to draw the draft. When he finished drafting, there were still two or three quarters of an hour before class in the afternoon.

At this time, he finally stopped and slashed the rice bowl, and then started to do something.

Yu Dayou is so depressed. What's going on with this guy? He's like a demon when he writes things, and he doesn't even pay attention to his friend.

He couldn't help but look at the article written by Yang Cong. When he saw it, he was even more confused.

What are you writing about? Is this called a essay?

He felt similar to Mr. Yan at the beginning, and he felt that Yang Cong was writing.

However, he had no time to remind Yang Cong at this moment. Because class time was about to come, he quickly cleaned up the food, otherwise when Mr. Yan came in and saw the table full of food, he might have to get angry if he didn't want to get angry.

Yang Cong was completely unaware of Yu Dayou's feelings. He just wanted to write a essay carefully to see what level he had reached.

There are still two hours left before get out of class in the afternoon. If you just modify it, time should be enough.

He just sat there with his head down, carefully revising it. He didn't react at all when the students, regular students, and even Mr. Yan came in.

Is this guy crazy? Everyone has gone to eat, but he is still working here. The poor scholars are scared by his enthusiasm for eating and sleeping.

However, the students lamented in their hearts: "Brother Cong, don't do this. There is no grass everywhere in the world. Even if you can't marry the eldest lady of the Zhang family, you don't have to be so mean to yourself!"

They all thought that Yang Cong was stimulated by the Zhang family in Dongling and had a brain problem.

Yang Cong didn't care about these things, and he knew that he would make a mistake after he made a mistake. After the correction, he would copy it again and again.

As soon as he finished copying the revised article, Mr. Yan suddenly said behind him, "Show me."

Damn, this guy is not taking revenge on himself, he seemed to be shocked by this when he came to him yesterday afternoon.

Yang Cong was so scared that he almost jumped up from his seat. He was too devoted to modifying the article and didn't pay attention to the number of people around him.

Mr. Yan was also a little anxious and walked behind Yang Cong to see it. When he saw the unrecognizable draft of Yang Cong's face, he almost fell to the ground. However, he looked carefully and stood firm.

Because Yang Cong was indeed making a fuss, he didn't understand much about other places, but he understood the "Zhihu" who were inserted in the middle.

There are no specific methods for writing eight-legged essays these days. Some people like to think about it slowly, writing one word at a time, and some people like to make a draft first and then modify it slowly. Yang Cong belongs to the latter, which is not surprising at all.

But Yang Cong is so outrageous in drafting, he doesn't seem to be writing eight-legged essays at all, so he misunderstood Yang Cong was writing in the first place.

However, at this time he understood that the article in the morning was indeed made by Yang Cong, because this article in the afternoon was modified under his nose, so there was no need to doubt it at all.

Is it possible to do an eight-legged essay in two hours?

To be honest, Mr. Yan couldn't do it so quickly himself, but he had heard that some sensational geniuses could do it so quickly.

He was so excited that a genius was about to emerge from him, so as soon as Yang Cong stopped writing, he couldn't wait to let Yang Cong show him the finished article.

Yang Cong was so scared by him that he was stunned for a moment. Then he picked up the copied article, blew it carefully, and then handed it to Mr. Yan with anticipation on his face.

Mr. Yan finished reading the article after a few glances. However, he did not speak, but stood there blankly, as if he was thinking about something.

Yang Cong looked at his classmates who were still thinking hard, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Sir, how is this article written?"

How is this article written?

Well written!

The writing is so good, better than the morning's article.

Mr. Yan was so shocked that he had really taught a genius!

For such good news, I have to hurry up and tell the county magistrate.

He thought for a while and then explained: "You are waiting here and wait for me to come back."

After saying that, he actually walked out with Yang Cong's test paper without looking back. Soon, a county school coach came to the podium to kneel down and stared at the students below.

This teaching is the assistant of the teaching master. Usually, if the teaching master is not here or is sick, they will be the one who will teach the students instead of the teaching master.

Yang Cong knew very well, but he didn't know what Mr. Yan meant.
Chapter completed!