After the middle school entrance examination, the subsequent marking work naturally continued in full swing.

Teachers from all over Chaojin City, including first and second-year junior high school students, as well as high school teachers and specially invited experts, rushed to the marking site to score nearly one million answer sheets from hundreds of thousands of students.

This is a very demanding task, but fortunately, the use of emerging electronic marking methods will greatly improve efficiency.

However, for every teacher, staring at a computer screen to correct the same type of question for several days in a row will inevitably lead to mental fatigue.

Especially when encountering those illegible, crooked, and unrecognizable handwritings, it's really not worth a second glance. But since it's grading work, teachers still have to crane their necks and put their faces close to the screen to decipher those broken characters, and then, after ten seconds, conclude that the answer is as bad as the handwriting.

For teachers responsible for objective questions like classical poetry reading, it's not too bad; the ordeal isn't too great. But for those grading essays, it's a real ordeal.

After grading several papers and giving them extremely low scores, a teacher surnamed Wang mechanically flipped through the next exam paper.

Um!?

This character...

Regardless of the content, Teacher Wang dares to say that this is the best handwriting she has encountered since she started revising it three days ago.

The neat and precise regular script is practically indistinguishable from what's printed on a printing press. To write so well, it must have been a skill honed since childhood!

Keeping this curiosity to herself, Teacher Wang then began to read the questions.

My grandfather, calligraphy, and my childhood.

Calligraphy? Childhood? Grandfather?

As soon as these three words came out, Teacher Wang immediately imagined an old scholar from a scholarly family teaching this student calligraphy during his childhood.

Continuing to read on, one discovers that the very first paragraph reveals the fact that the candidate's maternal grandfather has passed away.

The emptiness in my heart, tormented by monotonous articles, was stirred by the beautiful sentences. Unlike before, Teacher Wang didn't just glance at the beginning and end before giving a hasty grade; instead, she read through each paragraph one by one.

It turned out that my grandfather, who could teach calligraphy, wasn't some old scholar at all. He was just a retired elementary school Chinese teacher and a farmer. Everything in his room was dirty, except for a clean mahogany table, which displayed his calligraphy works from over the years.

The author practiced his calligraphy there during his childhood, learning from his grandfather day by day. Whenever he made progress, his grandfather would treasure the work like a precious gem.

The loving interaction between the grandfather and grandson was heartbreaking to watch, because the first paragraph mentioned the grandfather's passing.

Sure enough, the narrative quickly reached the time of the grandfather's death, which triggered a series of reflections on the treasures of life for the author: were they the childhood works recorded in that small cabinet, the calligraphy that the grandfather taught him throughout his life, this experience of his own childhood, or the intersection between the grandfather and grandson in the grandfather's twilight years...

The words convey a sense of transcendence between life and death, and through this example, the author also demonstrates the meaning of life's treasures in his heart.

The authenticity of the article goes without saying. Whether it is the details and genuine feelings revealed between the lines, or the impressive calligraphy, it all shows that the above essay describes the author's real childhood experiences.

At the same time, there are no messy quotations or blindly piled-up words; there is only an extremely simple yet deeply moving narrative style.

Full marks, it must be full marks.

After taking a breath and emerging from the helpless and sorrowful atmosphere created by the author, Teacher Wang gave the article a perfect score.

Although the middle school entrance exam is not as strict as the college entrance exam, a perfect essay still cannot be taken lightly.

All of each candidate's answers were graded by multiple teachers, and the same was true for the essays.

Before Teacher Wang gave it a perfect score, another teacher had already given it a perfect score. After system evaluation, the paper eventually went to an expert grading system and a public grading system.

Almost all teachers can see it and participate in the comments.

As expected, the marking team, under the guidance of experts, ultimately awarded a perfect score.

And so, the score for this article comes to an end.

...

"Chen Bing".

"Um?"

"I've discovered a problem."

"Tell me about it."

Why do you always put your hands on my waist when you kiss me?

After thinking for a moment, Chen Bing replied, "Is it possible that you tiptoed up here yourself?"

Shang Yunmiao, of course, didn't believe this nonsense. She blushed and retorted, "If that were really the case, then why were your hands on my back and head when we kissed before?"

Chen Bing knew that faced with these irrefutable facts, no amount of sophistry could clear his name. So, he decided to change his approach.

The resourceful man frowned, then said with great dissatisfaction, "Well, aren't you the same? Before, your little hands were always on my clothes in front of my lower abdomen, or just hanging down at your sides. Now, why are you pulling them higher and higher?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Yunmiao blushed and quickly explained that she hadn't done anything and knew nothing.

Chen Bing, of course, did not believe such nonsense. He bent down, determined to refute Shang Yunmiao's lies through practice.

He skillfully ate Shang Yunmiao's fruit-flavored jelly, deliberately placing his hands on Shang Yunmiao's petite back and round head.

He was prepared and quite skilled, but the moment Shang Yunmiao kissed him, his mind went blank, as was his habit. The content of their conversation vanished instantly, and his small hands unconsciously gripped Chen Bing's clothes at the lower abdomen, involuntarily, little by little, climbing upwards…

Just then, Chen Bing suddenly reached out and grabbed Shang Yunmiao's two small hands that were committing a crime, and then released her from the fruit-flavored jelly.

Hmm... I didn't get enough of a kiss, let's give each other another kiss.

After holding Shang Yunmiao's small hand, Chen Bing quickly gave her a light kiss on the lips.

"Hey! Look, look at this! You still say you don't have it?"

Coming to her senses, Shang Yunmiao realized that her hand had actually reached out and grabbed Chen Bing's clothes at the chest without her knowledge.

Faced with these irrefutable facts of the crime, the obedient and honest young girl, Shang Yunmiao, had no choice but to admit her mistake.

"Good to know. Remember, you were the one who broke the rule first." Chen Bing said smugly, adopting a victor's posture.

Chen Bing was quite pleased with himself for bringing up the banner of "breaking the rules," but what exactly was this so-called "breaking the rules" about?