The second heavy snowfall came as scheduled, and the entire city of Chang 'an was once again covered in snow.
Meton stepped on the snow and walked into the Imperial College. He was warmly welcomed by Qin Huaiyu and the other two.
"Meton, you did well this time!" Qin Huaiyu took the books from Meton's hands and followed him everywhere.
"Don't! I can't afford it! "Meton quickly stopped him.
"You can afford it. You are now the hero of the Imperial College. Do you know how many Imperial College students have been saved by this heating system? Which Imperial College student doesn't appreciate your kindness now? "Qin Huaiyu said excitedly.
"At that time, Liu Yinian actually wanted to stop the Imperial College from installing heating. He said that it was easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal, and so on. We were so angry. In the end, two of us froze to the ground in calligraphy class. Ten students showed their hands full of frostbite and said that they could no longer write calligraphy. "Cheng Chumo danced with joy.
Meton smiled knowingly and listened with great interest to the history of the Imperial College students' resistance.
"What's even more amazing is that when Liu Yinian started class, all the students collectively stomped their feet in the cold. You don't know how loud that sound was, but the entire Imperial College could hear it." Qin Huaiyu laughed mischievously.
"Ah!"
Meton was shocked. He looked at Qin Huaiyu and said, "That wasn't your bad idea, was it?"
Qin Huaiyu looked as if he had been wronged. He said, "How is that possible? I saw Brother Yuchi stomping his feet, so I stomped my feet too! "
Meton looked at Yuchi Baolin in disbelief. He didn't expect this honest guy to be so bad.
Yuchi Baolin's face turned red. He held his head high and said, "I was really cold!"
"Nonsense, who isn't cold?" Qin Huaiyu rolled his eyes and said, resolutely refusing to admit his guilt.
"In the end, it was the chancellor who came forward and agreed to install a heater. Only then was this matter resolved!" Cheng Chumo said happily. The students working together to change the Imperial College's decision was a great victory for the students.
For a long time, the students of the Imperial College respected their teachers and obeyed the teacher's words. However, in the face of the bitter cold, it was difficult for them to work together. After all, the winter training was not just a slogan. How could the suffering be described in a few words?
As the four of them walked, they met a group of Imperial College students who all came up to greet them.
"Mo Jiazi, we appreciate your help with the heating!"
"But even so, we won't go easy on you in the Year-end Examination. Let's see who's better then!"
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Meton returned the greetings one by one. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion. All this time, his popularity in the Imperial College could be said to be extremely poor. He didn't expect that a heater would make him so popular.
The Year-end Examination!
Meton rushed back to the Imperial College to participate in the Imperial College Year-end Examination. This was the key to whether he could successfully graduate from the Imperial College.
In fact, whether Mo Jiazi could pass the Year-end Examination or not, his career in the Imperial College was destined to come to an end. The only difference was whether he would graduate from the Imperial College or be kicked out by the Imperial College.
Meton returned to the Third Dormitory under the admiration of the Imperial College students.
As soon as he stepped into the dormitory, he felt a wave of heat wash over him. In the Third Dormitory, there were a total of four heaters working. The room was as warm as spring.
Meton was like the moon surrounded by stars. When he returned to his seat, he suddenly realized that his heater was right beside him. He couldn't help but smile.
"Tie An is so considerate!" Meton nodded to himself.
Dang, dang, dang. The bell rang, signaling the start of the Year-end Examination.
With a creak, the door to the dormitory opened. Liu Yinian's figure walked in with the cold wind. The entire Third Dormitory fell silent.
Liu Yinian looked around and saw Meton sitting at the back. A hint of resentment flashed across his eyes. If it weren't for Mo Jiazi's heater, he, Liu Yinian, wouldn't have become the laughing stock of the entire school.
Liu Yinian blamed Meton wholeheartedly, but he didn't know that his actions were not only opposed by the entire school. How could the other professors and students be willing to endure the smell of smoke from the charcoal stove?
"The Imperial Court has placed great importance on this Year-end Examination. Even His Majesty has issued a decree to treat this Year-end Examination strictly!" Liu Yinian shouted.
Immediately, all the students sighed and looked at Meton with resentment. If it weren't for Meton, how could an ordinary Imperial College Year-end Examination attract the Emperor's attention?
Liu Yinian sneered. He stared at Meton and said word by word, "Due to some students from the Imperial College trying to sow discord between the teachers and students and corrupting the will of the students, the Imperial College has set the following rules for this Year-end Examination. The number of words written in this Year-end Examination is eight hundred."
"Eight hundred!" Everyone sighed.
If they wanted to write eight hundred words neatly in a limited time, it wouldn't be an easy task. Unless they were as skilled as Meton in using a quill pen.
That's not right! Wasn't this question specially prepared for Meton? This isn't Liu Yinian's style!
However, Meton wasn't overjoyed at all. Instead, he had a bad feeling.
As expected, Liu Yinian changed his tone and said, "Also, pencils and quills are prohibited in this Year-end Examination."
"Ah!"
Instantly, everyone was in an uproar.
Everyone knew that Meton didn't know how to use a writing brush. If pencils and quills were prohibited, wouldn't Mo Jiazi be at the bottom of the Year-end Examination this time?
If Mo Jiazi scored poorly in Year-end Examination, wouldn't it be almost impossible for Meton to pass this Year-end Examination?
"This isn't fair. Meton doesn't know how to write with a writing brush. We're taking the examination on calligraphy. As long as the words are written well, it's fine. We can use any kind of pen!" Qin Huaiyu suddenly stood up and retorted.
The others also nodded silently. They entered the restaurant to eat. As long as the food was delicious, they wouldn't care if the chef was good-looking or not.
Liu Yinian sneered, "The Imperial College's Year-end Examination is a major event in the imperial court. How can it be messed up and all kinds of things can be brought out on the stage?"
Meton's heart skipped a beat. He stood up and said, "I used a quill pen because it was agreed upon by me and the teacher. I can't accept the sudden change of the agreement. I have to report this to the Chancellor."
Meton knew that even if the Imperial College wanted to suppress him, they wouldn't bring this matter up on the stage.
As expected, after Meton finished speaking, Liu Yinian panicked and said sternly, "You can go ahead. However, if you leave the examination hall this time, we won't wait for you during the examination. I will declare that you have forfeited the examination."
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