Chapter 408: Song Zhaohang Hits the South Vietnamese Mission

On the land of imperial power where there are three, six, nine grades of people, titles and titles represent absolute supremacy and glory, and it is not an exaggeration to say that everyone pursues them all their lives.

Men are born with more advantages than women, and those who are capable can advance to the nobility through meritorious deeds.

Women can only win titles by marrying a capable man.

But this is only a small number of people with families and backgrounds.

Even more, they all had literary talents but no channels, and were brutally suppressed.

As for the women who can't marry a good man, there are even more women, which means that the title is out of reach for them.

People in this category can only helplessly wait for the opportunity to drop.

And now, the opportunity has come.

As a result, an unprecedented academic storm was set off in the front and back palaces.

Those who know a little bit about arithmetic all want to take the opportunity to get ahead, and stay quietly in each house all night long to learn and love ancient times.

Even if women are motivated like this, men are even more tireless, forgetting to sleep and eat.

Even all the officials rushed to the big study in the palace as soon as they went to court, and gathered in twos and threes to study and analyze.

The dignified and rigorous study room instantly becomes like a vegetable market.

Everyone complained about being tortured by this arithmetic, and almost collapsed.

"Liu Zhuangyuan, may I ask if you have solved it?"

Everyone was analyzing and researching while whispering to each other. If we say that everyone was just for the title at the beginning.

But after being tortured by math problems, they wanted to know who could make a complete analysis.

Liu Zhuangyuan discarded another draft, and said seriously, "It's wrong again, it seems that we have to change our thinking."

Talking and working hard.

When the others saw it, they couldn't help sighing, and then began to write vigorously again.

With less than six hours, they must race against time and try to make an analysis before the deadline.

*

In the exhibition hall of Canglan College.

The girls didn't go back to their mansion for two days, so they all laid down on the floor, rested for a while when they were tired, and continued to attack when they woke up.

Looking around, everyone's face is full of exhaustion.

Only Wen Nuo and Song Zhao are full of energy, they eat and drink when they need to.

Wen Nuo really didn't study well and was heartless, so everyone didn't take her seriously.

But Song Zhao is the No. 1 student in Canglan College, and their role model for the girls is so out of the way, which makes everyone feel a little uncomfortable.

As soon as the unhappy mood came up, it was inevitable that a few gossips would spread.

"I heard from my father that Song Zhao's first place is due to his relationship... Do you think this is true or not?"

"I think it's true. I don't usually see Song Zhao come to class...but he gets first place in every test...is he really that amazing?"

"If it's that good? Why didn't she respond to the math problem this time?

As a matter of national honor and disgrace, she is still the first daughter of the general family, and she is too casual! "

Discussions like this one after another.

Song Zhao didn't care much, Wen Nuo and Sheng Minggui were not happy to hear it, and were about to speak for Song Zhao.

Yin Wanyang put down his pen in a particularly irritable manner, pressed his hand on the center of his eyebrows, and hummed softly impatiently, "It's so noisy, can't you be quiet?

I have already estimated this problem is almost the same. It is not difficult to solve it, but it will take at least half a month. Nanyue only gives us three days. No matter who comes to solve it, they will not be able to solve it.

Song Zhao just doesn't want to waste this time, you can go home if you don't want to do it! "