Xin Lin and Little Xinzhuo left the North Square, and a new batch of candidates were just entering.
Behind them ca the voices of Jin Chen and others.
"A blockhead is a blockhead, handing in a blank paper. If I were you, I would just go ho and cry."
The person Jin Chen was talking about was naturally Xin Lin.
His position was not far from Xin Lin’s.
When he handed in his paper, there was already less than fifteen minutes left. He clearly saw that the examination paper of that low-class person had nothing written on it.
Even if she wrote as fast as she could, she wouldn’t be able to produce anything aningful.
"Who are you calling a blockhead?"
Little Xinzhuo glared at Jin Chen upon hearing this.
This person was really annoying, opposing them siblings all the way.
"Whoever hands in a blank paper is a blockhead. You can’t even recognize the letters and still dream of attending Qingtian Academy."
Jin Chen said with a peculiar tone.
"It’s still better than so people, writing like an old woman’s foot-binding cloth, both stinky and long. Believe it or not, your so-called ’foot-binding cloth’ will not score as well as my ’blank paper.’"
Xin Lin said with a smile.
She admitted that she might not match up to Murong Ziyue’s paper, but it was absolutely going to be much better than Jin Chen’s "foot-binding cloth."
"Blockhead, who are you calling foot-binding cloth?"
Earlier, when Jin Chen saw that Xin Lin and her brother were silent, he thought they were weak and easily bullied. But after they completed the Written Examination, they beca defiant and aggressive.
"In one word, will you compete or not?"
Xin Lin glanced at Jin Chen.
This guy dared to bully her and Ah Zhuo earlier, so she might as well teach him a lesson, a sort of welcoming gift.
"Compete then, compete. As if Young Master Jin would be scared of you. If your score is lower than Young Master Jin’s, you will beco my foot-washing maid!"
Jin Chen impetuously agreed without thinking.
Although this low-grade blockhead was of humble origin, she was pretty, and surely she would grow into a great beauty in a few years. Without spending a cent, he would have a pretty foot-washing maid; Jin Chen deed it worthwhile.
"But what if your score is lower than mine?"
Xin Lin countered.
"How could Young Master Jin’s score be lower than yours? If that happens, you can pick anything you want from ."
Jin Chen was full of carelessness.
Xin Lin glanced over Jin Chen’s possessions as Fu Xi’s Energy gathered.
There really were quite a few items on this dandy: one thousand silver notes, a jade pendant at the waist that seed valuable, and a secret book. However, all of these were not very appealing to Xin Lin.
"If I lose, I want that robe you’re wearing."
Xin Lin’s gaze turned, looking towards the Golden Silk Robe on Jin Chen.
"Golden Silk Robe?"
Upon hearing that, Jin Chen frowned.
This blockhead really had so insight.
This Golden Silk Robe was gifted by his father, Grandmaster Jin, when he was born.
The garnt was crafted using a special technique, could adjust its size according to the wearer’s body, and provided protection against blades and spears. Even common evil creatures would find it difficult to get close. Its value was certainly no less than tens of thousands of taels.
If he really lost, his father would surely kill him.
Jin Chen hesitated.
"Young Master Jin, you’re not scared of losing to a little girl, are you?"
Just as Jin Chen hesitated, a bell-like voice was heard.
A gust of fragrant breeze hit, and several young girls approached.
The girls were all around thirteen or fourteen years old. The leading girl was charming and cute with sparkling almond-shaped eyes. She was none other than Chu Miaoyun of the Imperial Doctor Mansion, who had broken through not long ago.
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