"Boss, boss!!" Several gang members suddenly came running from the edge of the training ground, waving large red sheets of paper that seemed to be announcements.
Lu Sheng watched them run closer with a speechless look, then slapped them across the head.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each of them took a fierce slap to the forehead and immediately realized they had addressed him wrongly. They hurriedly changed their tune.
"Young Master! Outer Chief! You passed with flying colors!" The one at the front holding the red paper was Ning San. The sheet in his hand contained the Yearly Examination results. The rankings had finally come out. They had been delayed quite a while, but the list was posted at last.
"Passed with flying colors?" Lu Sheng snatched the red paper from his hand and unfolded it.
His name was not in the first row. Lu Sheng's eyes narrowed as he shot Ning San a glare.
"If I'm not in the top three, what the hell are you calling it passing with flying colors for?!" He raised his hand, intending to slap the fellow again. This man was ultimately uneducated. Usually, he seemed all right, but whenever scholarly honors and examinations were involved, his brain became as dull as a pig's.
Ning San froze, not daring to talk back. He hurriedly dodged aside and said with an ingratiating smile.
"I just heard others shouting it. It sounded festive."
Speechless, Lu Sheng continued reading and found his name in thirty-fifth place. "Well, I passed. Not bad. Go collect ten taels of silver as celebration money later. Everyone else gets some too! Five taels each!"
The people around him immediately beamed with delight.
"Oh, right, ol—er, Young Master. The notice says that those on the list must personally go to the academy for the