Chapter 628: Boss Direct Hiring

The last exam was held at the Gongyuan; this "re‑examination", because the number of candidates has greatly decreased, the testing site was set in the courtyard of the Kaifeng Prefecture Office.

Since it is an essay exam, Fang Chongyong set the rule that it would be an open‑book test.

Candidates may bring any reference books, and it was explicitly stated that even smuggling them is allowed.

However, after the baptism of the previous institute exam, the candidates who have already passed this time have learned their lesson. They all know in their hearts,

Shen Hezhi is merely a hypocritical gentleman skilled at concealment, a pitiable creature lost in the power struggle.

Mouse Daoist shows no change on his face, still entangled with Nishang Yuyi, while occasionally glancing at Chen Qing with a bewildered look.

"Third Brother, Prime Minister, you have arrived; I, the King, was struck by an arrow, will recuperate for a while, cough cough cough, and then be fine.

If the name is lousy, it's just lousy; everyone gathered together so joyfully, yet it's still a first‑time unprecedented event.

"Enough already! Take me quickly to that so‑called secret realm; I have other business and can't stay here long," Lu Li said expressionlessly.

【Third Brother is right, because Second Brother was poisoned; doesn't that mean no matter how much food Second Brother eats, it's all devoured by that nasty parasite.】

Through a gap in the foliage, Jiang Suihuan saw Ah Xiang crouching in the grass, hugging her knees and sighing.

Passing the backyard rockery, Jiang Suihuan heard a faint sound from her right rear and casually turned to look.

In the spacious, cold hallway, Assistant Lin watched Mr. Bo's despondent silhouette; it was his first time seeing Mr. Bo display such an expression.

"Young Master Shen, I have only one brother, Shen Zhiyun; our ties are severed, so I ask you, Young Master Shen, not to entangle me further," Zhi Yi replied coldly, not wishing any further connection with Shen Hezhi.

"It won't happen, because you will think of others." Shuijing did not yield at all; the more she resisted, the stronger the flame inside Jiang Haoran became, as if about to erupt.

The blood spirit pearl floating in midair, under Yun Wan's control, continuously siphoned the life force from Zi Yan's body.

It's just that Lin Leshuang is in a bad mood today, so Yuan Ming had to hold back for a while.

He dares not provoke Grandma Su, so the household now appears quite peaceful.

This reminded Jiang Haoran of his days as a street basketball player; back then streetball gave him a sense of purpose in this world. When a half‑court of people gathered around to watch his solo against Cao Fang of the cl team, he felt immensely proud, and they all cheered for him.

If there truly is something, she will speak it naturally; if she doesn't want to, even with her tenacious nature, she won't say it. The choice to speak or not lies solely in Gu Chen's hands; no one else can decide.

Then she only ate a little, and because of drinking, she had even less time to eat, and she said she was very sad.

Strands of luminous mist appeared on the magical array stage, leaving them shrouded in clouds and fog, very mysterious.

The moment the plane surged into the blue sky and white clouds, Gu Chen felt like a fish returning to the sea, his whole cells shouting with excitement.

"If this matter follows the rules, it must be reported to the authorities; however, with Third Miss unconscious, I do not know the true cause, and how could it be dealt with lightly?" Ye Jinsu said gracefully, lifting her teacup.

Yun Chuhao and the others shivered all over, all turned back at once, and saw Zheng Qin painfully clutching between his legs, collapsing miserably on the ground.

"Your path is fundamentally unviable, destined to perish; why persist?" the youth said again, sword intent soaring into the sky, triggering Chen Kuang's Divine Nation realm, imprisoning him; otherwise, this sword intent would disperse Yanxue's great calamity.

Another month slipped by silently; Xiao Fei finally finished the carving, detailing their lives clearly, without any bias or praise, as if narrating in utter silence, yet in the end, no one knows exactly how.