He fumbled hurriedly in his bosom for the draft paper and shoved it into the hands of the Imperial Academy official.
"Come on, take a look, take a look! This is the prose composed by my disciple. With such talent, do I need to fix any quotas internally? As if!"
After that, he smugly hooked his hands behind his back, swaying his head from side to side.
"Ho! It's rare for you, old geezer, to praise anyone. Let me see what kind of writing it is that made you throw away even your old dignity."
He flicked his sleeves and then picked up the draft paper to examine it carefully.
"Well? Everything I said is true, isn't it? If such a masterpiece can't make it into the top five, then there's no need to keep the Spring Imperial Civil Service Examination going."
Lei Yin laughed heartily with pride.
