I Am Correcting My Homework in Qin Building

The bankrupt scholar Chen Yan (me) was forced into desperation by his creditors and ran into the most extravagant gold sales cave in Jinling City - Xiaoxiang Pavilion. He originally wanted to make a living by settling accounts, but accidentally bound a strange "Five-Year Imperial Examination and Three-Year Simulation" and became the "homework corrector" in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. The "students" I faced were all kinds of strange: a pipa player who wanted to take the top exam to redeem himself, a cold-faced assassin from the ANBU who wanted to know the range of a crossbow, and a salt owl who wanted to solve a life-threatening problem. The head of chalk can stun guests, the triangle ruler can break hatchets, the parabola has become a life-saving talisman, and the chicken and the rabbit in the same cage are actually a matter of life and death. In this luxurious cage, the sound of abacus beads is like a death drum, and behind every homework there is the shadow of a sword. Chen Yan held the question bank of "May 3rd" in his left hand and held the "teaching aids" rewarded by the system in his right hand. In the midst of drunkenness and murderous intent, he used the "fallacy" of mathematics, physics and chemistry to stir up the muddy waters of the court and rewrite the fate of all living beings in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Knowledge is power? No, in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, knowledge is the knife that cuts people, the confidence to overturn the table, and the only way to survive in a desperate situation.