"This is your homework!" Liu Yinian said coldly. He weighed the two pieces of paper in his hand. They were as light as a feather.
"Yes!"
Meton said nonchalantly, as if he could not feel the volcano that was about to erupt.
"I left 500 words, and you only wrote two pieces of paper! What about the rest? "Liu Yinian said sarcastically.
"There's nothing left. There are only two pieces of paper," Meton said calmly. He then added, "I've finished them all!"
"Finished them all?" Liu Yinian dragged out his tone and looked at Meton unkindly.
"500 words, and you only wrote two pieces of paper. Are your words as small as ants?" Liu Yinian said angrily.
The Imperial College students could not help but snicker. They were very happy to see Meton being humiliated. Liu Yinian had tried his best to trick Meton this time. He had left a 500-word homework, and each of them had written a thick stack of papers. However, Mo Jiazi had only handed in two thin pieces of paper. The result was obvious. Mo Jiazi did not finish his homework!
"Teacher, please enlighten me!" Meton raised his tone. Even if he was made of mud, he would still be angry.
Liu Yinian was so angry that he was trembling. He did not expect Mo Jiazi to be so stubborn. He pointed at Meton and said, "Okay, then I'll admire your masterpiece. If you don't finish your homework today, you don't have to come here in the future!"
The Imperial College students were happy. Mo Jiazi was finally not an eyesore anymore.
Qin Huaiyu and the other two were anxious. They had just started working with Meton, and Mo Jiazi was forced out of the Imperial College. Should they still continue this business?
Kong Huisuo and Xiong Maocai were delighted. They were very happy.
Liu Yinian angrily opened Meton's homework! He swore in his heart that he must teach Meton a lesson.
"Hiss! How is this possible? "Liu Yinian looked at the densely packed words on the paper, which were as small as ants, and was stunned.
How could this be? Even the smallest brush could not write such small characters. Each of them was less than the size of a fingernail, and the characters were square and round, neatly arranged on the rice paper.
What was even more amazing was that every small character was extremely clear, the structure was square, and the strokes were distinct. This was clearly a type of writing that had never been seen before.
The Imperial College students were waiting for Liu Yinian to lose his temper. However, after a long time, they realized that Liu Yinian was not moving at all. He was staring at the Xuan paper in his hand.
What's going on? Everyone was puzzled.
After a long while, Liu Yinian slowly put the paper down on the table and stared at Meton.
"This is really your homework!"
"Yes!"
"Did you write this yourself?" Liu Yinian asked.
"Yes!" Meton nodded again.
"You did finish your homework!" Liu Yinian's words shocked everyone.
How was it possible that he had finished writing on two pieces of paper? One had to know that each of them had written at least ten or twenty pieces of paper. Qin Huaiyu and the other two were also stunned. They did not expect Meton to pass! However, their eyes immediately lit up. If they could get this method from Mo Jiazi, then they would be able to complete their homework easily in the future!
"Impossible!" Xiong Maocai doubted. "My handwriting is recognized as the smallest in the entire Imperial College, but I still wrote a total of eleven pieces of rice paper. That Mo guy only wrote two pieces. I don't believe it!"
"That's right, that's right!" The other Imperial College students also doubted.
"If it was before, I wouldn't have believed that two pieces of paper were enough for five hundred words. However, the truth is right in front of us!" Liu Yinian said with a bitter smile.
At the same time, he unfolded the rice paper in his hand and showed it to everyone.
It was densely packed and all the words were neat and beautiful. It was like a beautiful piece of music. It made the calligraphy lovers obsessed.
"Good handwriting!" Someone could not help but praise.
However, this person was immediately glared at by everyone. It was indeed a good handwriting, but it was written by their common enemy, Mo Jiazi. How could they lower their morale and boost his prestige?
"That's impossible. Mo Jiazi's handwriting was extremely ugly yesterday. How could he write such neat handwriting today? I don't believe that it was written by Mo Jiazi." Xiong Maocai doubted. According to his agreement with Meton, if Mo Jiazi could really write such good handwriting, then he would lose. He would probably have to avoid Meton in the future.
"I think it's cheating!" Kong Huisuo said faintly.
"That's right. In my opinion, it must be a ghostwriter."
"Mo Jiazi knew that he couldn't pass today's test, so he got someone to write it for him!"
"Such a despicable person wants to enter the Imperial College. We can't afford to lose face like this!"
"Kick this cheating despicable person out of the Imperial College!"
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Everyone spoke one after another and directly accused Meton of cheating.
Qin Huaiyu could not stand it anymore. He suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, "Cheating! Ghostwriter! You guys should also find a ghostwriter like this!"
Yes! Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Baolin nodded solemnly. Based on their many years of experience in finding ghostwriters, this was absolutely impossible. If they wanted to find a ghostwriter, they had to find a ghostwriter whose style was very similar to their own, and whose handwriting had to be very similar to theirs. Even so, there was a great risk of being exposed.
Mo Jiazi was so smart. How could he find such a unique ghostwriter? Wouldn't he be exposed immediately?
The Imperial College students were quickly embarrassed. They had never heard of such unique characters. Even if they wanted to find a ghostwriter like this, it was impossible!
"Can't you just ghostwrite for Mo Jiazi himself?" Kong Huisuo said gloomily. He still did not believe that Mo Jiazi could learn how to write in a night.
"Meton, if this is really your handwriting, I will testify for you. If you dare to cheat, even if Her Majesty personally protects you, you will not be able to stay in the Imperial College. Are you willing to write it yourself to prove your innocence?" Liu Yinian said viciously. Since he had already severely offended Mo Jiazi, he might as well take this opportunity to expel him from the Imperial College.
Meton looked coldly at the crowd and sneered, "I am willing to prove my innocence!"
"Good, I have a pen and paper here. Now, you can write!" Liu Yinian said.
Meton looked at the brush in Liu Yinian's hand. The tip of the brush was straight and neat. It was obviously a high-quality xuan brush. Meton shook his head and said, "Teacher, you don't think that this brush can write such small characters, do you?"
"Then why don't you take out your brush? I want to see what your brush looks like!" Liu Yinian said, a little embarrassed.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Meton returned to his seat and took out a ceramic bottle filled with ground ink. Then, he took out his quill!
"So this is your writing brush?" Mister Liu stared at the goose feather in Moton's hand, dumbfounded.
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