Kong Yingda knew that the later the news was released, the more unfavorable it would be for the Imperial College. Therefore, the news of Mo Jiazi getting first grade in calligraphy and four subjects spread throughout Chang 'an City that very night.
As for the first grade in calligraphy, Liu Yinian could do nothing about it no matter how angry he was. Kong Yingda had already set the tone for the Annual Examination. He would only focus on the quality of the exam papers.
In terms of calligraphy, Meton's regular script written with a fountain pen was not the best. Even he could not deny this. He pinched his nose and drew a first grade for Meton.
"The son of the Mo Family, as expected of the son of the Mo Family! He got first grade in two subjects in a row. He is currently the first in the Imperial College, "many people said happily.
"That's nothing. The next exam is mathematics. Mo Jiazi is famous for it. I can't guarantee anything else, but Mo Jiazi will definitely get first grade in mathematics, "a citizen of Chang 'an City who was very familiar with Mo Jiazi's achievements said proudly.
"Doesn't that mean Mo Jiazi has already gotten first grade in three subjects?" someone exclaimed.
Many people nodded with certainty. There was almost no one in the entire Tang dynasty who could surpass Mo Jiazi in mathematics. Even Shen Hongcai, who had a PhD in mathematics from the Imperial College, was one of them. Even the ancestors of the Zu family had to admit defeat in front of Mo Jiazi.
Sure enough, it was as expected.
Half an hour after the Annual Examination began the next day, the Imperial College sent the news that the exam papers had been handed in early.
"I knew it!" Everyone had an expression of "I knew it!"
Shen Hongcai looked at the exam papers in his hands. Looking at all the correct answers on the papers, he could not help but let out a long sigh. He was helpless to meet a student who could say that his disciple was not inferior to his teacher. Moreover, it seemed that Mo Jiazi was indeed better than him in mathematics.
There was no doubt that Morton had gotten first place in this year's Primary School Examination.
In Classroom Three, many students saw Morton's empty seat and then looked at the test papers in their hands. They couldn't help but feel aggrieved.
"A perverted pool manager who drains water while letting it out."
"A chicken and a rabbit in a cage!"
"A bad older brother who purposely slowed down to wait for his younger brother to catch up."
"A loan shark who doesn't know how to calculate interest rates."
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The examinees looked at the perverted question they had written and were instantly filled with resentment. The good impression they had of Morton's donation of the heater instantly vanished.
However, not long after Morton stood up, Qin Huaiyu and the other two stood up at the same time and walked out of the classroom with proud expressions.
The students of the Third Dormitory were dumbstruck. Since when did these three become the top students of the school?
After The Annual Examination Mathematics, they had no choice but to the exam papers..
The results came out very quickly. As expected, Moton won again and got first place in the Annual Mathematics Examination.
However, no one had any opinions about this. No one said anything about Shen Hongcai going easy on him.
This was because Meton's mathematics skills were obvious and unquestionable. Even the Imperial College's latest Indian numerals and various problem-solving methods came from Mo Jiazi. It was impossible to use these questions to stump Meton.
"Mo Jiazi got first grade in three subjects!"
After the news spread, Chang 'an City was filled with cheers.
"What's the next subject?" someone asked impatiently.
"Imperial College!" someone in the know answered.
"Imperial College? In my opinion, Mo Jiazi will get first grade in four subjects, "a middle-aged scholar said happily.
"What do you mean?" everyone asked.
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "The Imperial College mainly teaches poetry and poetry. Furthermore, the Imperial College Professor loves poetry the most. As you can imagine, when it comes to poetry, Mo Jiazi has never lost to anyone. "
Everyone exclaimed.
If Mo Jiazi could get first grade in four subjects, this was a result that the Imperial College had not achieved for many years. It was likely that he would leave a deep mark in the Imperial College's records.
For a moment, everyone in Chang 'an City was looking forward to Mo Jiazi creating another miracle and getting first grade in four subjects.
In the afternoon, the Annual Examination of the Imperial College was held as scheduled.
The Imperial College Professor walked slowly into Room Three. When he saw Meton sitting upright, his eyes flashed with an indescribable expression.
He really loved poetry and knew that Mo Jiazi's poetry was the best. Therefore, he chose a special topic for today.
"After the Annual Examination, some students will be leaving the Imperial College. However, please don't forget the teachings of the Imperial College. Today, you will write a poem with Master's grace as the topic."
"Master's grace!"
Everyone couldn't help but raise their heads to look at Modun.
The Imperial College Professor's topic was very smart. He directly asked the students of the Imperial College to write a poem with Master's grace as the topic, avoiding the old path of the Imperial College Professor.
It also reminded Mo Jiazi not to forget the teachings of the Imperial College. If Mo Jiazi acted alone and openly denied the teachings of the Imperial College, he would be laughed at by everyone.
Everyone thought hard. The topic of Master's grace was very broad, but it was very difficult to write.
"Master's grace!"
Meton hesitated as he picked up the pen. In fact, he did not hate the Imperial College. During the Qin Dynasty, there were many conflicts between the Confucian and Mohist families. It was not until the decline of the Mohist family that the conflicts between the Confucian and Mohist families were covered up.
During his one year of study in the Imperial College, although Meton and the Imperial College had many conflicts, it could not be denied that the Imperial College had taught him carefully during this period of time.
Meton also cherished this period of his study life very much. It gave him a period of buffer time in the Tang dynasty. He was truly able to enter this era.
Meton thought a lot. He thought of the teacher who had taught him in his previous life, and then he thought of Teacher Li in this life. He also thought of Shen Hongcai, who was not ashamed of being a master of physiognomy and took the initiative to change.
Meton took a deep breath. In the future, there were almost no poems that expressed gratitude for Master's grace. However, there was one that was very appropriate, and that was Zheng Banqiao's "Xin Zhu".
"Xin Zhu is higher than the old bamboo branches because of the support of Lao Gan. Next year, if there are new people, they will circle the Phoenix Pond. "
Meton finished writing in one breath and nodded with satisfaction. Using Xin Zhu as a metaphor for the students and Lao Gan as a metaphor for the teacher, he vividly expressed the teacher's support and help to the students.
Once this poem was written, it would definitely be very suitable for the topic.
Meton raised his head and wanted to hand in the paper. However, when he raised his head and looked at the Imperial College Professor, he could not help but shake his head and say, "If there are no accidents, this poem will definitely pass. However, if you want to be safe, it will be a little lacking.
Meton calmed down and carefully recalled the poems about Master's grace in the future. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. In the future, there was a poem. Although it did not describe Master's grace, it would be widely used by the later generations to express Master's grace.
"The vast and mighty sorrow of parting is on the side of the day. The whips of song point east to the horizon. The fallen flower is not a heartless thing. It turns into spring soil to protect the flower. "Meton put down the fountain pen in his hand with satisfaction.
In his previous life, Gong Zizhen had compared herself to the fallen flower to express her loyalty to the country. At this moment, Meton had directly transferred the flower to the tree and directly compared the teacher to the fallen flower. It was like falling into the soil but still nurturing the flower, vividly expressing Master's grace.
After Meton finished writing two poems, he suddenly remembered that when he first entered the Imperial College, he had entered the Imperial College with two and a half poems. Now that he already had two poems, why not finish what he started?
Actually, there was a poem that was named as the best poem about Master's grace by the later generations. However, the motive was that the poet wrote it for the person he admired. If Meton directly wrote it, it would inevitably destroy the mood.
If he wrote it alone and combined it with the previous two poems, then it would be extremely compatible.
"Meeting is difficult and parting is difficult. The east wind is weak and hundreds of flowers wither. The spring silkworm's silk only ends when it dies. The candle is turned into ashes and tears begin to dry."
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