"Grandpa, I will definitely do my best." Song Meiyu nodded seriously.

"Just as long as you have a clear conscience," he said with a smile on his grandson's head.

Since the Qinghe surnames fell, they did not think about how to rise up, but instead fought against each other. The Qinghe surnames, which were once a solid piece of solid, are now completely disorganized.

That's why the Song clan leader hoped that his grandson could become the vice president.

"Go to bed, the exam will be taken tomorrow." The Song clan leader said to his grandson.

"Grandpa also rested early."

The next day, after Li Zhongyi finished his morning court, he brought people to the Martial Arts Academy. He saw more than a hundred tables arranged neatly.

"Is this really necessary for them to write?" Li Zhongyi said to Changle.

"It's not just about writing." Changle said with a smile. Li Zhongyi likes Changle's eclectic style.

Waiting for the candidates to enter the venue, they each walked to the table and sat down.

There was an inkstone, a pen, and a piece of white paper on the table, and nothing else.

After all the candidates settled down, Pei Yong and others put a life and death document in front of them.

"The next exam is in danger of death. So please sign this." Pei Yong picked up the life and death document and said.

The students looked at Changle in surprise, and we took an exam, and no matter how hard we were, we would die.

Changle had no intention of explanation, and Li Zhongyi looked at Changle.

"I will really die." Changle said with a seemingly relaxed look.

Li Zhongyi…

"It doesn't matter if you retreat now." Pei Yong said to them, "If you still want to take the exam, sign it."

After Pei Yong finished speaking, fifty or sixty people retreated. To be honest, they just wanted to try their luck. It was not that they really had to participate.

Song Meiyu finished reading the life and death document from beginning to end and wrote her name. When Ning Que took away his document, he smiled at him.

Song Meiyu also hurriedly bowed to Ning Que.

"Okay, let's start the exam. This time the test questions are very simple. Use the pen in front of you to write down what you want to write the most in your heart." Pei Yong said to everyone. "There is a stick of incense for you to write. After the incense is burned, if you don't write it down, it will be considered as giving up."

Pen, ink and paper are normal, so individuals can write down words, but when they lift the pen, they feel great fear.

It was the fear of the hair standing up. They all felt that if they really wanted to write, they would really die!

At this time, a candidate said loudly, "I don't believe it!"

After he finished speaking, he wrote it directly, but the tip of the pen fell on the paper and he vomited blood and died. He was just like him, but he was lucky enough to think that the vice dean was scaring their candidates, and now they didn't dare to write it anymore.

The fragrance burned quickly in the wind. Song Meiyu had already planned to give up. Although she remembered the look of grandpa's expectation, she also felt that living was the greatest concern for grandpa.

Originally, he thought the test question might be the life and death document, but now it seems that he is wrong.

Yes, how could the test of the vice president be that simple?

"Oh." Li Zhongyi sighed.

"Between life and death, the most test of the mind." Changle said with a smile.

"Is that dead fake?" Li Zhongyi looked at the man very familiar.

"Well, it's Liu Bai's younger brother." Changle nodded with a smile.

"So as long as you dare to write?" Li Zhongyi asked curiously.

"It is impossible to write with just a little ignorant courage without that tone in my heart." Changle said to these students.

"What anger?" Li Zhongyi was now like a curious baby.

"Another breath," Changle said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the students and could see that many of them had given up, they just waited for the incense to burn.

Changle didn't feel disappointed with them, and everyone's best wishes were different. Moreover, they are now students of the academy, so there is no need to risk their lives to write any words.

The fragrance is about to burn, Ning Que said with a smile, "You two lose, one of them cleans me for a day."

The three of them bet that Pei Yong thought that within three people could write it, while Chen Pipi thought that within ten people, Ning Que felt that no one could write it.

Unexpectedly, he seemed to win...

Song Meiyu was like others, waiting for the fragrance to slowly burn out.

They all thought no one would start writing again, but someone still moved. A scholar who looked at the young one.

"I have been mediocre for half my life and have been admitted to the academy now. I thought I could succeed, but I was greedy and came to the vice dean to try my luck. After all, I also had the dream of being a hero when I was young." The scholar said with a smile.

He picked up his pen, "I have lived in a daze for half my life, and now I don't want to live a fool anymore."

The pen falls on the paper, when the first stroke is.

He felt endless pressure, but he gritted his teeth and continued to write.

"Life is what I want; righteousness is what I want. Both cannot be obtained, and those who sacrifice life to achieve righteousness." He read all this sentence out of his mouth.

But when he wrote the word "She", the pen in his hand fell to the ground.

He fell on the table, and the ink dyed a little blackened rice paper.

"Is Vice President okay?" Li Zhongyi could see that if this person had been polished in the academy for a few years, he would definitely be a talent in the future. So he asked with concern.

"Don't worry, I fainted because I was too poor in physical condition." Changle said with a smile.

When the scholar was writing, Song Meiyu was trembling slightly. Looking at the scholar, he remembered his father. He was like this back then, sacrificing his life for justice!

As a result, he was ridiculed by the surname Qinghe and his idiots for many years, so that he hated his father for a while. But as he grew up, he understood his father's thoughts.

If everyone thinks about the sacrifice of others and laughs at those who sacrifice, then those who are sick should be those people! Song Meiyu looked at the scholar who had fainted, and he felt that he should do something.

Although he warned himself not to be impulsive, he picked up the pen that the scholar had dropped to the ground.

He didn't say anything, he just wrote the scholar's words again. This was to commemorate those who were brave enough to dedicate themselves and illuminate the world.

For your father!

Also for this mediocre scholar who has been mediocre for half his life!

Every time Song Meiyu writes a word, she can feel that her snow-capped mountain is like someone punching her hard.

But I still gritted my teeth and continued to write, with only one word left.

"That's Song Meiyu from the Qinghe Song family." Li Zhongyi looked at the boy and said to Changle.

"Do you know him?" Changle certainly had never heard of Song Meiyu.
Chapter completed!