Chapter 27 Selection of Key Classes
Jiang Zhiyu won, but he did not feel proud or complacent about it.
The real victory does not come from the opponent’s defeat, but from one’s own inner growth.
"Since you are willing to compete with me, I will return the favor with "Homesickness on a Moonlit Night." Jiang Zhiyu said, turned and walked to the front of the stage, looking into the distance.
"The moon shines on the tears of the departed. Where in the world is my hometown? There is no such sound in my hometown, only thoughts every night."
There was a hint of nostalgia in Jiang Zhiyu's voice, and every word was like a needle, piercing the hearts of the judges.
Jiang Shuyuan listened with mixed feelings.
At the end of the competition, Jiang Zhiyu's poem received applause from the whole audience, and her opponents also stood up and applauded.
In the end, Jiang Zhiyu won the first place with his unique talent and was rewarded with the personal annotation of "Er Ya" by the chief academic officer of the Imperial College.
Jiang Shuyuan stood aside and watched Jiang Zhiyu take the prize, feeling angry and indignant.
She was so jealous that she felt like she was pricked by a needle. Her expression was stiff, and sparks of unwillingness flickered in her beautiful eyes.
"Senior Sister Shuyuan, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Zhiyu put down the annotations of "Er Ya" in his hand, and seeing Jiang Shuyuan's face turned pale, he couldn't help but ask with concern.
Jiang Shuyuan took a deep breath and tried to appear calm. "It's nothing. I just feel that we are classmates, but you are so outstanding. I... I am just a little envious."
Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly, with a bit of tolerance in his eyes, "Shuyuan, everyone has different talents in this world. I am just better than you. You also have your advantages, so there is no need to be envious."
Jiang Shuyuan felt somewhat grateful when she heard this, but she still couldn't let it go.
The gap in status between himself and Jiang Zhiyu in the academy has become increasingly obvious.
Just then, the bell of the Imperial College rang, announcing the start of evening classes.
Jiang Zhiyu calmed himself down, turned around and walked towards the lecture hall.
Jiang Shuyuan also followed silently, but her heart was still unsettled.
In the lecture hall, students took their seats one after another, waiting for the chief priest to start his lecture.
Jiang Zhiyu sat in the front row, whispering with a few friends, discussing today's game.
The reason why I was able to win the championship is inseparable from the support and encouragement of these good friends.
"Zhi Yu, you were amazing today!" Liu Meng Meng said excitedly, "Your poems sound like masterpieces. I can't believe my ears."
Jiang Zhiyu smiled and said modestly: "Mengmeng, you are too kind. I am just trying my hand at it."
"No, you are really outstanding." Liu Mengmeng said seriously: "Your talent has long been known in the Imperial College. Even those former opponents have taken notice of you."
"Zhi Yu, do you feel that there is something wrong with the atmosphere in the Imperial College recently?" Qi Zimo suddenly came over and said, "Some people seem to be deliberately targeting our Huang class."
Jiang Zhiyu frowned, she had the same feeling.
Ever since he won the championship, some students in the Xuan class started to look at him unfriendly.
"Yeah, I think they are jealous of us." Lin Zixuan said, "They can't stand us doing well, so they always try to make trouble for us."
Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly. She knew that these people were mentally unbalanced and wanted to vent their anger by suppressing her.
At this moment, the chief academician of the Imperial College walked in, and the students stood up one after another, waiting for his instructions.
Jiang Zhiyu secretly clenched his fists, determined not to be bothered by these rumors anymore.
Zhuge Gonglin, the chief academician of the Imperial College, walked up to the podium in a green robe with steady steps. He nodded slightly, looked around, and scanned the students with a sharp gaze.
"Today, I have good news for all of you students." Zhuge Gonglin's voice was steady and powerful, like a spring breeze, and the students listened attentively.
"The Imperial College will hold a grand ten-day exam in the near future. At that time, all kinds of talents will gather together to compete for the top spot. I have decided to select a group of outstanding students from the four major classes of Tiandi Xuanhuang in advance and provide them with better learning conditions so that they can achieve excellent results in this exam."
Ten-day exams are held every ten days. The first eight days are for study, the ninth day is for exams, and the tenth day is for holiday. The exams are mainly for copying scriptures and oral exams. For every thousand words of copying scriptures, there is one exam, three exams in total. For every two thousand words of oral exams, there is one exam, mainly for interpreting scriptures, three exams in total. Passing two or more exams is considered passing.
After hearing this, the students were very excited and talked about it one after another.
"Wow, this is such great news!" Liu Mengmeng clapped her hands excitedly.
"Yes, in this way, we can prepare in advance and strive to stand out in the ten-day exam." Qi Zimo said excitedly.
Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly and thought to himself: It seems that this selection is both an opportunity and a challenge for our Huang class.
Zhuge Gonglin cleared his throat and continued to announce loudly: "This selection will be divided into three stages. The first stage is a written test, the second stage is an interview, and the third stage is a comprehensive quality assessment. After layers of selection, ten outstanding students will be selected to enter the key training class of the Imperial College - the Qian class."
The students in the audience were immediately excited when they heard this.
It seems that getting selected is not that easy!
"Next, I want to tell you a story." Zhuge Gonglin suddenly changed the subject, arousing the students' interest.
"In the pre-Qin period, there was a counselor named Su Qin, who was proficient in the art of war and good at rhetoric. However, when he was young, he was just an ordinary person, without a prominent family background or outstanding talents. But he had a firm belief and unremitting efforts, and eventually became an outstanding figure."
Zhuge Gonglin paused, looked around, and saw that the students were listening attentively, so he continued: "Su Qin's story tells us that as long as we have faith and move forward courageously, we will be able to realize our dreams. Students present here, you are the future of the Western Wei Dynasty. I hope you can cherish the opportunity, study hard, and strive to realize your ideals."
Zhuge Gonglin paused and continued, "The Imperial College is a cradle for cultivating talents. Many outstanding historical figures have studied here. Here, you must learn to respect your teachers, unite and make progress together."
The students nodded one after another, showing that they understood Zhuge Gonglin's teachings.
"Okay, that's all for today's class. I hope you can remember what you learned today and put it into practice with practical actions." After Zhuge Gonglin finished speaking, he turned and left the podium.
The students stood up and bowed, respectfully bidding farewell to the chief priest.
Jiang Zhiyu stood in the crowd, with a determined light in his eyes.
In ancient times when everything was inferior except reading, she must study hard and work hard to control her own destiny.
After returning to Class Huang, Jiang Zhiyu looked at the classmates who had traveled through time with her, and swore secretly in her heart: Our Class Huang must rank among the top in this ten-day exam, and it would be best if all ten students in the class can be selected into the key training class!