Seeing this, Liu Yinian showed a proud smile and said, "The main theme of this essay is to study hard. You can decide on your own."
The focus of the study of calligraphy was the font, not the content. Studying hard outside the window was normal content, so naturally, it was not difficult for the students. However, in the warm classroom, Liu Yinian used studying hard outside the window as the main theme. It was obvious that he was still brooding about the heating issue.
"As for Meton, I can give you a special exception. As long as you don't use a pencil and a quill, I can turn a blind eye to it," Liu Yinian said proudly.
Meton nodded and put aside the quill and pencil on the table. He picked up the ink and inkstone on the table and began to grind the ink like the other students.
Liu Yinian showed a victorious smile. He did not believe that Meton could do anything without the quill and pencil.
However, Liu Yinian did not have long to be proud of himself. He suddenly realized that Meton did not pick up the writing brush next to him. Instead, he took out a three-inch-long steel object that was as thick as a finger.
Liu Yinian knew that something was wrong. He saw Meton split the steel object in his hand into two and inserted the sharp end into the ink on the inkstone. The ink was absorbed into the steel object.
"A fountain pen!"
Meton felt lucky. Fortunately, the Mo Family had prepared a fountain pen for him before he graduated from the Imperial College. Otherwise, he would have been defeated by Liu Yinian today.
Many students of Classroom Three saw the fountain pen in Meton's hand and their mouths were wide open in shock.
"You can make a pen out of steel? What else can stop Meton? "
Qin Huaiyu and the other two were not surprised at all. If one day Meton did something even more outrageous, they could accept it calmly.
Liu Yinian was extremely regretful. He even wanted to slap himself. If it were not for his cheap mouth, Mo Jiazi would not have the chance to take out this pen.
However, there was a faint trace of hope in his heart, and that was that Morton couldn't possibly write well with this new pen.
After all, calligraphy was about calligraphy, not how fancy the pen was.
Morton held the fountain pen in his hand. It felt familiar to the touch, and he was slightly excited. Every time he made an item that he was familiar with in the future, his sense of belonging grew.
"Studying hard." Meton thought of the topic. Liu Yinian's idea was to use ten years of studying hard as an example to attack Meton's credit for inventing the heating system.
If Meton wrote according to Liu Yinian's idea, wouldn't he fall into Liu Yinian's trap? Meton held the fountain pen in his hand and thought for a while.
Since Liu Yinian wanted the students to go back to studying hard, he had to do the opposite. Meton had an idea. He picked up the pen and wrote, "I love my teacher, but I love my body more. No, I love the truth."
Meton held the fountain pen and wrote the 800-word essay. He finished it in half an hour. .
"Teacher, I'm done!" Meton smiled confidently. He stood up and handed his copybook to Liu Yinian.
The other Imperial College students sighed in their hearts. They looked at Meton, and the fountain pen in their hands suddenly became hot. They had also written 800 words, but they had only written about 200 words. However, Meton had already finished.
Moreover, everyone saw clearly that the steel pen in Meton's hand didn't need to be dipped in ink. It only needed to be dipped in ink once at the beginning. After that, he wrote 800 words in one go.
They used writing brushes to write, and they needed to dip it in ink once after writing a few words. This steel pen was much more convenient than their writing brushes.
Seeing Meton stand up and walk to the lectern with a thin piece of Xuan paper, all the students had the same thought. It was convenient and fast. It could write 800 words in one go. Moreover, the words were fine. One piece of paper could hold up to a thousand words. Could Liu Yinian really resist such a writing tool?
Liu Yinian felt uneasy. The only thing he could pray for now was that Mo Jiazi wasn't familiar with the new pen and couldn't write well. If that was the case, he would have a reason to fail the exam.
The Xuan paper was gently placed on the lectern. Liu Yinian looked at the Xiaojie words in front of him. The words were square and round, and the strokes were strong and vigorous. His eyes couldn't help but darken.
It was as if Xiaojie was born with a fountain pen. The Xiaojie words written with a fountain pen were at least half the size of those written with a normal writing brush. Moreover, they were all dignified and well-proportioned.
Liu Yinian slumped into his chair. He knew that this time, the Mo Family's son had escaped a calamity.
After two hours, the bell that signaled the end of the exam rang.
Liu Yinian returned to his cell in a daze. A group of Imperial College professors immediately surrounded him.
"Professor Liu, where is Mo Jiazi's masterpiece this time? Why don't you let us admire it? " The four professors were the closest to Liu Yinian. When they saw Liu Yinian enter, they went up to him with a smile.
"That's right. We heard that Mo Jiazi handed in his paper in half an hour. I think he must have given up!" The Imperial College professor laughed.
The other Imperial College professors immediately laughed. They immediately knew what Liu Yinian was planning. Moreover, many of them had participated in the idea of the hardship of studying, the 800 word long paper, and the banning of pencils and quill pens. They all believed that Mo Jiazi had completely failed this time.
Liu Yinian shook his head with a bitter smile. He reached out to the end of the paper and took out a thin piece of paper. He placed it in front of everyone.
Seeing the neat and tidy small characters, the Imperial College professors were all dumbfounded.
"Didn't you say that quill pens were banned?" The four professors were stunned.
Liu Yinian shook his head and said, "Mo Jiazi didn't use a quill pen?"
"Then this …" Everyone looked at the words that were exactly the same as a quill pen and were confused.
Liu Yinian suddenly said bitterly, "Mo Jiazi didn't use a quill pen. Instead, he used a pen made of steel."
"A pen made of steel!" The Imperial College professors suddenly felt that their brains weren't enough. No matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't figure out how to use steel as a pen to write.
"This pen was dipped in ink once and he wrote 800 words without stopping." Liu Yinian's worldview had been refreshed today.
"He wrote 800 words at a time!"
When the Imperial College professors saw the paper in their hands again, they no longer looked down on it. As a scholar, the most troublesome part of writing wasn't the number of strokes. The most troublesome part was dipping the pen in ink again and again. Moreover, if the ink was too thick or too thin, it would affect the writing results.
"This is a fountain pen!" Shen Hongcai's voice came from behind everyone.
Everyone quickly turned around and saw Shen Hongcai and Kong Yingda standing behind them. Each of them was holding a three-inch-long steel object.
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