met free Chapter 229: A tiger in troubled times is bullied by a dog
Chapter 229: A tiger in troubled times is bullied by a dog
In his previous life, until his death, Cao Shuqing had been pampered, with fine clothes and delicious food, and lived a comfortable and easy life. How could he have ever suffered such a hardship?
Moreover, he was lucky in his previous life and had never been assigned such a bad seat. As a result, his memory was not very clear, and the events of the imperial examination were so long ago that he had almost forgotten them.
He frowned and covered his mouth and nose tightly, but the stench seemed to have life and penetrated into his nasal cavity through every pore.
The compartment was already small and cramped, and the smell continued to ferment and expand in this limited space. In the darkness, he seemed to be able to see the stench turning into a thick fog that filled the air around him.
Is my life of wealth and prosperity going to start from a smelly cubicle like this?
After a night of tossing and turning, he was severely sleep deprived and faced his first exam in the morning with dark circles under his eyes.
Then, it was sad again.
At noon, when his stomach was growling with hunger, he finally couldn't help but take out the dry noodle steamed bun.
But the stench from across the board kept going into his nose. How could he eat it?
He opened his mouth and wanted to take a bite, but the smell was mixed with stench. He vomited and spat out the sour water. He no longer had any appetite.
He managed to cope with the afternoon exam.
But my mood got worse.
He knew very well that he could do better if he was not in this seat!
After a day of exams, none of the students could leave and had to continue staying in the cubicles.
Cao Shuqing has prepared for the worst.
But obviously, he was not mentally prepared enough.
The weather in August should have been clear and cool, but with the sun shining brightly for several days in a row, the temperature rose and the air was hot and dry.
The toilet next door didn't seem to be cleaned, and the stench was even stronger in the stuffy heat.
There was another burst of hurried footsteps, and then "gurgling", that was the sound of the stomach churning, followed by a "crackling" sound of diarrhea, accompanied by the candidate's humming, not sure whether it was pain or pleasure.
Cao Shuqing felt his stomach churning, and a sour feeling rose up his throat. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, both because of the stench and because of his inner anger.
As the stench became stronger, Cao Shuqing began to feel dizzy. His head felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it was throbbing with pain. His stomach was also churning, and the feeling of nausea kept rising. He resisted the urge to vomit, but his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
In his previous life, he lived in a mansion with carved beams and painted buildings, and the room was always filled with elegant incense. It was nothing like now, in this small compartment, surrounded by such foul air. He felt that his dignity was being trampled on in this stinking toilet.
The stench showed no sign of abating, and he felt even more dizzy and nauseous. He gasped for air, but with every breath he took, the stench became stronger.
He felt extremely uncomfortable, and his confidence turned into worry. Tormented by the stench, he couldn't concentrate on thinking about the content of tomorrow's exam. The classics, history, and literature that he knew by heart seemed to be tangled in his mind, and he couldn't figure it out.
His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past.
He seemed to see the magnificent mansion where he once lived. The vermilion gate shone brightly in the sun, and the two majestic stone lions at the door stood like loyal guards.
Walking into the mansion, you will see a corridor with carved beams and painted buildings, and exquisite wood carvings exuding a faint wood fragrance. In the courtyard, there are colorful flowers, and there are different beautiful scenery in each season.
In spring, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the petals fall with the wind, like pink snow; in summer, the lotus flowers in the pond are graceful, and crystal dewdrops roll on the lotus leaves; in autumn, the sweet fragrance of golden osmanthus fills the entire mansion; in winter, the red plum blossoms stand proudly in the snow, and are particularly beautiful against the backdrop of white snow.
He thought of his own study room, which was spacious and bright. On the huge desk were placed exquisite study items. The inkstone was made of fine stone, and the ink stick exuded a faint scent of ink. He sat in a comfortable armchair, surrounded by respectful servants. As long as he gave an order, whether it was delicious snacks or precious books, they would be delivered to him immediately.
At that time, reading was a pleasure. There was no stench and noise in this cubicle, only tranquility and comfort.
The stench was like the devil's hand, holding him tightly.
He closed his eyes tightly, praying that the long night would pass quickly, but the noise coming from the toilet seemed to never stop.
Not surprisingly, the next day, he looked even worse, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked dull and numb.
On the morning of the third day, Cao Shuqing forced himself to sit in his seat because he couldn't leave the cubicle and he hadn't eaten for two days.
The feeling of dizziness and nausea followed me everywhere, and I didn’t know if it was because of hunger or the stench.
His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. The test paper was spread out in front of him, and the familiar questions became blurry at this moment.
He picked up the pen, but his hands couldn't stop shaking, and his mind was in a mess. Those answers that should have come easily to him, he couldn't remember at this moment. He tried hard to concentrate, but the churning in his stomach kept distracting him. Every time he tried to think deeply, the dizziness would get worse, and the words in front of him seemed to be spinning.
Finally, he had stretched himself to the limit, his head tilted, and he fainted on the simple table.
This is just a scholar's test!
He, who had won the third place in the imperial examination, actually failed in the examination for the scholar!
After the results were announced, everyone went to see them.
He didn't go.
No need to go.
After he fainted, he was sent out of the examination room and could not enter again.
Yan Hua went to see it secretly, and when he came back he was timid and didn't dare to say anything.
Even if he didn't understand, he knew that if he missed the third and fourth days, he would not be able to make the list even if he wrote well on the previous day.
I went there just to see Wang Jiayou.
If Wang Jiayou also fails the exam, does that mean Mr. Cao doesn't have to pay compensation?
But unfortunately, Wang Jiayou's name was on the list.
Although the ranking is a bit low!
The three witnesses were also on the list.
How dare he speak?
As a result, after getting the result, Wang Jiayou immediately came to knock on the door.
On the first day, Cao Shuqing was not seen.
The next day, Wang Jiayou and three witnesses came knocking on the door, but Cao Shuqing still hadn't seen him.
But it’s not a good idea to keep dragging it on like this.
Hearing the sound of banging on the door outside, Cao Shuqing felt extremely hateful.
If he hadn't been assigned a bad seat, why would he have fainted in the exam room? Why would he have missed the exam? Why would he have been laughed at by these people?
It's really like a tiger being bullied by a dog!
He yanked the door open!