"I wouldn't call it playing house!"
Jiang Xiaobai wasn't angry at those words. He smiled, then turned to Zhang Xinnian and Tang Ningshuang. "You two wait here for now!"
With that, Jiang Xiaobai headed toward the long tables ahead.
"He has no idea how high heaven is or how deep the earth runs!"
The young scholar watched Jiang Xiaobai go, mockery on his face.
Indeed, over the past seven days, he had seen far too many self-important people like Jiang Xiaobai.
They all arrived brimming with confidence, convinced their learning surpassed everyone else's and that answering the questions would be a breeze.
But what happened in the end?
They stood before the tables, not even daring to put brush to paper.
Others steeled themselves and wrote down an answer, only to be rejected on the spot, their faces flushing crimson.
So, seeing Jiang Xiaobai's confident attitude, the young scholar naturally found it laughable.
Who knew what sort of ending awaited this fellow...?
Meanwhile, Jiang Xiaobai casually picked a shorter line to join. Before long, it was his turn.
The attendant was a young man. He glanced up at Jiang Xiaobai, took a bamboo tube from beside him, and placed it in front of him.
"Here, draw three questions."
"I have to draw them?"
Jiang Xiaobai looked at the bamboo tube, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Of course."
The attendant nodded. "This prevents cheating. Besides... there are plenty of questions inside. If you're lucky, you might draw nothing but easy ones."
"If you're unlucky, all three might be difficult."
Then the man looked at Jiang Xiaobai. "Still... regardless of difficulty, answer one correctly and you can enter the tower tomorrow."
"Interesting."
Jiang Xiaobai smiled and reached into the bamboo tube, feeling around casually. There really were quite a few balls of paper