Impossible

Mr. Top Scholar's surname was Li, his given name Qian, and his courtesy name Shuheng. That day, after receiving Diding Class's answer sheets, he had been busy and had not corrected them at once. It was not until the night of the ten-day break that he found the time.

He roughly flipped through the papers and pulled out Luo Yunji's answer sheet. When he saw what was written on it, the mouthful of tea he had just drunk sprayed out in full.

The Academy Dean looked curiously at the answer sheet set before him, then glanced at Li Qian in some confusion.

"I suggest you not drink tea while reading it!" Seeing the Academy Dean pick up the teacup at his side, Li Qian smiled and kindly reminded him.

The Academy Dean looked at him even more suspiciously, set down the teacup, and picked up the answer sheet on the table. With just one glance, his eyes widened.

There was no need to ask whose hand the writing on the answer sheet came from.

The Academy Dean set down the answer sheet with a bit of a headache and sighed. He looked gloomily at this prized student of his.

"How did the others do?" The Academy Dean habitually lifted his teacup, but when he brought it to his lips, he found it hard to swallow, so he set it down again and looked at Li Qian.

"Zhang Xiaofan still hasn't handed in his answer sheet. I heard that when he saw our Little State Preceptor's answer sheet back then, he tore up his own on the spot. I imagine he had already anticipated the Little State Preceptor's score," Li Qian said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"There were rumors in the streets that this 'Eighteen Touches'