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Chapter 3: Wang Zian's recitation of a magnificent poem!

This boy's recitation was quite good; his pronunciation was clear and his emotions were full.

He has a loud voice.

Wang Zian even saw the square-faced male teacher sitting in the middle nod slightly.

But that's about it.

The boy bowed and walked back to the waiting area, his forehead already covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Wang Zian stood up, straightened the hood of his hoodie, and calmly walked to the center of the examination room.

From the moment he stood up, all five examiners' eyes fell on him simultaneously.

Prince An stood at the designated position.

The light shone down from above, casting a small shadow beneath his high brow bones, making his phoenix eyes appear even deeper.

He stood upright but not stiffly, with his shoulders naturally spread and his chin slightly raised, looking like a poplar tree standing firmly in the wind.

The five teachers kept scrutinizing him; their gazes slid from his face to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his waist, and then back to his face.

The same thought popped into their minds simultaneously: top-quality leather replicas!

"Hello teacher, I am candidate number 6666. My name is Wang Zi'an, and I come from XX province!"

The middle-aged male teacher in the middle, with a square face and refined demeanor, put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and asked with a faint smile, "You're quite good-looking. What talents do you have?"

Wang Zian thought for a moment.

"I can sing and I've practiced martial arts!"

The refined male teacher's smile deepened noticeably, and he exchanged a glance with the gaunt old man beside him.

Then he tapped the table lightly and said, "Then you can recite it."

Wang Zian paused for a moment, then smiled.

This requirement was specifically designed for him; it was a small psychological test.

They'll let you showcase your talents, but they won't let you perform the talents you've prepared. Let's see how you respond.

For candidates whose appearance is good enough, there will be a test.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the floor in front of his toes, which was slightly reflected by the light, and his mind quickly went through the poems he remembered.

Then he looked up.

"The title of the poem I recited was one of the three poems in the Sixteen-Character Poems by the teacher—Mountain."

Zhou Ye stared at Wang Zi'an's back, a premonition inexplicably welling up in his heart.

This guy's trying to cause trouble!

The next second, Wang Zian spoke.

"Mountain~!"

The first word was like someone throwing a stone onto a still lake.

It was a resounding statement, a powerful and decisive first impression.

When the word "mountain" rolled out of his throat, it carried a heavy weight, bumped into the classroom, bounced back, and bumped into it again.

The fluorescent light tubes seemed to vibrate.

All the candidates in the waiting area raised their heads in unison.

The five examiners also stopped what they were doing at the same time, and their eyes became serious.

The middle-aged, refined, and handsome man pushed his glasses up his nose and sat up slightly.

"The horse gallops on without dismounting."

His speaking speed suddenly increased.

The word "fast" is short and powerful, like the crisp sound of a whip cracking in the air.

He emphasized the final sound of the word "whip," stopping it cleanly and decisively without any hesitation.

The whole sentence doesn't sound like it's being read aloud, but rather like it's being run out; it makes you almost hear the rhythm of horses' hooves crushing the frozen ground.

Looking back in surprise

With those three words, his tone suddenly shifted.

He made a very slight turning motion, so small that it was almost just his chin tilting slightly, but everyone saw the "surprise".

His voice held a pause like a breath, as if he were suddenly reining in his horse at the edge of a cliff, the wind rushing into his throat, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.

Then his speech slowed down, and his voice softened, becoming as soft as a sigh.

"Three feet and three inches from the sky."

The last five characters seem to have been tossed high into the air by Prince An.

He raised his head slightly, his gaze passing over the examiners' heads to the blank wall at the back of the classroom; as if he were looking at a mountain that was only three feet and three inches from the sky.

The sound was high-pitched and resonant, hovering for a moment at a great height before slowly descending, like a feather falling from an extremely high place. The echo still lingered in the air as it landed.

It felt like the air had been sucked out of the classroom.

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A true expert can often discern a person's skill level with just a single sentence.

Among the candidates sitting in the back row, some opened their mouths without realizing it, some clenched their fists, and some leaned back in their chairs without noticing.

The students' eyes widened instantly, all thinking the same thing: "We've met a master!"

Zhou Ye's beautiful almond-shaped eyes lit up, as if someone had sprinkled a handful of stardust into them.

Even the teachers unconsciously stopped what they were doing and listened attentively to his recitation.

Prince An was completely unaware.

He took a breath and recited the next two poems in one go.

"Mountains, like overturned seas and surging rivers, roll up enormous waves. Rushing and turbulent, like ten thousand horses fighting fiercely."

The mountain, its sharp edges piercing the azure sky, remain unbroken. When the sky threatens to fall, it is there to prop it up.

Powerful, stirring, and heroic.

Each word was like forged iron, resounding with power.

It wasn't a desperate roar, but a calm, controlled power.

He knows where every word should fall, how long every pause should be, and when to stop and when to let go.

A good reciter can immerse the listener in the experience, allowing them to feel the power and emotion.

The last word fell.

The classroom was silent for a full three seconds.

Then the old man with gray hair was the first to applaud.

The four examiners beside him seemed to wake from a dream and began to applaud.

The applause was not loud and did not last long.

They are, after all, examiners, and they can't put too much pressure on the candidates who come after them.

But those few seconds of applause said it all.

The old man gave the refined, handsome man a wink, and the handsome man's smile deepened: "Not bad, let me take a look around."

Prince An did as instructed.

The turning motion was smooth and natural, with the shoulder line, waist line, and leg line drawing a clean outline under the light.

"How long have you been practicing?" the male teacher asked.

"My music teacher taught me this when I was little."

This answer clearly surprised everyone.

One of the female examiners raised an eyebrow, her pen tip hovering above the scoring sheet, with a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

At this point, the old man chimed in, "You don't seem nervous at all?"

Prince An nodded.

"Why?" the female examiner pressed, a hint of resentment in her voice. "You applied to other schools as well?"

There was a subtle urgency in her words.

They finally found a promising talent with good natural abilities and abilities, but he didn't seem to care much about it.

Wang Zian didn't recognize it, but the old man did.

My colleague is worried that promising talents will be snatched away by the Central Academy of Drama next door.

Over the years, their school has indeed lost many outstanding students to the neighboring Central Academy of Drama.

"No! I just came to give it a try!"

Although Wang Zian denied it, several teachers believed he was lying.

The old man glanced at Wang Zi'an, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

He was silent for two seconds, then waved his hand.

"Alright, you can go now."