Chapter 617

When Mr. Wu saw the student's paper of the 1000th examination number It's also speechless.

This person's paper is full, but the score is not high, only 179 points.

Such a result has not even reached the passing line, how can it be admitted?

Feng dance, Feng dance, is not for you, is God let me for you!

Thinking of this, Mr. Wu looked up and found that no one had noticed him -

so he silently drew out the Feng dance's paper and hid it in his arms.

Then, the 1000 test number candidates, written as 10001.

Anyway, as long as the roll down, just look at the number column, not the name.

However, Feng dance did not know that their papers were gone.

Nobody knows, except Mr. Wu.

Soon, all the papers were corrected, and the papers of the candidates who failed were sealed, while the papers of the top 1000 Then I will show it to your majesty.

In the past, imperial college papers did not need to give your majesty a purpose, and the left Dean was the master.

But it's strange that his majesty sent the chief manager to leave the 1000 papers that had passed the examination.

However, this matter is only known by President Zuo, but not at the following level, such as Mr. Wu.

At the moment, teacher Wu, with a phoenix dance paper in her arms, is knocking at the door of the left Dean.

President Zuo frowned, but let him in.

Mr. Wu was eager to speak but stopped.

President Zuo was impatient: "if you have something to say, please say it!"

"Your honor, this..." Wu made a gesture with her eyes.

President Zuo was just about to let Mr. Wu roll away, but Mr. Wu lowered his voice and said two words: " Feng dance. "

These two words, for the left family, is a big taboo.

"Some tea to boil."

President Zuo ordered his attendants.

After waiting for the valet to go out, Mr. Wu took out a paper from his arms and put it respectfully on the table of the head of the left courtyard.

"What is this?" President Zuo didn't look at the paper, only at Mr. Wu.

Wu's face was full of smiles: "papers, papers of Feng dance."

The cold face of the left Dean was still. He looked at Mr. Wu and raised his hand to pick up the paper.

Take a look at the material and format of paper President Zuo's brows are more tight.

"This is the Feng dance's paper. It just fell into my hands when I corrected it, so I took it out." Wu said very proud.

President Zuo stares at the paper.

At first, he was careless, but soon, his brow became more and more tight!

Because!

This is a flawless, extremely perfect paper!

Perfect to be incredible!

The first question, all right!

The second question, all right!

The third question, all right!

Fourth question, all right!

The fifth question, all right!

"If you can't deduct one point, you can't really deduct one point..." This paper was written by Mr. Wu. He really racked his brains to get a point for Feng dance, but he couldn't find a reason.

"Perfect, flawless..." President Zuo looked down all the way, only to see him gaping, repeatedly praise.

He was a vice president of Imperial College. He was equal to a strong prince in the imperial court. He was also surprised by Feng dance's paper.

It can be seen how good she answered!

"Such a girl Such a girl... " President Zuo thought of Zuo qingluan at home.

Vice President Zuo is no one else. He is the uncle of Zuo qingluan.

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