Everyone was both happy and excited, all looking at Fang Zichen with eager eyes, waiting for Academy Head Zhang to introduce them and confirm their thoughts. One student suddenly gasped heavily twice, then his eyes rolled back and he fell straight to the ground.
Fang Zichen: "..."
At this moment he was probably like a superstar. Ah, seeing one's idol, it was inevitable to be a little excited. Understandable.
In the literary world, he really was too popular. But it wasn't his fault—back then he was poor! The monthly stipend for first place was several taels, and he couldn't help being tempted. And if he placed first, he could also get several fragrant kisses from Zhao Ger. Of course he had to go all out.