"Everyone, please settle down!"
Jiang Xiaobai waved a hand, still smiling as he looked at the students who had laughed aloud. "In my view, to write without a topic, one must have a topic in one's heart."
As he spoke, Jiang Xiaobai shook the blank sheet in his hand. "For this topic, the finest approach is to forgo writing and recite as I compose."
At those words,
Orchid Pavilion Tower fell silent for a moment once again.
Then the murmurs rose anew.
"Recite as he composes? What outrageous boasting!"
"Exactly! An essay isn't a poem. How could anyone just open his mouth and produce one?"
"There's no denying Jiang Xiaobai has talent, but... does he think writing an essay is the same as composing a couplet?!"
"Very well!"
Seated in the Jia Character Area, Du Chong finally could not hold back a sneer. His voice dripped with mockery. "Then let us hear Heir Jiang recite one as he composes!"
Recite as he composed?
Ridiculous. Structure mattered most in an essay, each layer building upon the last. Even the slightest error or omission could sever the flow of the entire piece.
Even he had to put brush to paper, ponder, and weigh his words over and over.
Yet Jiang Xiaobai actually claimed he would recite as he composed?
Did he really think an essay was a street ditty he could hum the moment he opened his mouth?
The Brush Holder also watched Jiang Xiaobai with surprise.
Before this, he would certainly have thought Jiang Xiaobai was making a fool of himself.
But after the previous rounds, he no longer dared rush to judgment.
Up on the Fourth Floor,
Li Bingzhang's brows lifted slightly.
"Recite as he composes?"
Lin Fengshuo stroked his beard, a glimmer of anticipation flashing in his eyes. "I