"Teacher, it wasn't me..." Zhao Li wanted to refute, but the proctor didn't want to hear her explanation. She had already heard Zhao Li's sarcastic remarks about Xia Lan that morning.

I have a very bad impression of Zhao Li.

"Alright, I don't want to hear your explanation. The exam is about to start, so get ready!" The proctor glanced at Zhao Li, who gritted her teeth and could only obediently return to her seat.

Making noise intentionally is a way of expressing one's dissatisfaction.

"If you have any complaints, go to the office. Don't disturb other people's exams." The proctor wasn't going to tolerate her and called on her directly.

Many candidates looked at Zhao Li with hostile gazes.

For them, the college entrance examination is an opportunity to change their future lives. Anyone who dares to destroy their hopes is harming others.

Zhao Li lowered her head, not daring to make another sound.

"Alright, it's still an hour and a half this afternoon, everyone keep it up!" the proctor encouraged the students.

After the test papers were handed out one by one, the exam officially began.

Xia Lan checked the exam papers as usual. The proctor silently watched Xia Lan's every move, curious whether she would perform as well as she did in the afternoon exam.

After reading the exam paper, Xia Lan had a general idea of ​​the answers and began to write them.

Unlike in the morning, the numbers in the afternoon stumped many people, especially women.

The sound of pens falling was sparse, not as frequent as in the morning, and the pens were being put down with a sense of insecurity.

In the examination room, only one person's pen never stopped moving.

The sound of her writing answers quickly drew the attention of everyone in the examination room, and they all looked up at Xia Lan.

Xia Lan kept writing down the answers, and everyone gradually stopped writing, staring blankly at Xia Lan as she worked on the questions.

Xia Lan was unaware that she was being watched. She just looked at the test paper in her hand and after finishing all the questions, she finally let out a long sigh of relief.

When I looked up, I saw that everyone was looking at me.

Xia Lan froze, wondering if she had done something wrong, and looked at the proctor.

"Alright, everyone, focus on answering the questions." The proctor realized what was happening and quickly reminded them.

Everyone then turned back to continue their exams, looking at the questions and scratching their heads in frustration.

Xia Lan checked the paper twice and, finding nothing missing, handed it in ahead of schedule, just like she had done that morning.

"Teacher, I'm handing in my paper." Xia Lan packed up her things and handed the exam paper to the proctor.

"Okay..." The proctor smiled as he took Xia Lan's test paper. After watching Xia Lan leave, he immediately lowered his head and began to 'grade' Xia Lan's test paper.

Just like before, the proctor's mind was only focused on the word "correct".

We've become so used to Xia Lan's neat handwriting.

Based solely on Xia Lan's Chinese exam in the morning and her math exam in the afternoon, the proctor was certain that Xia Lan would not get a low score.

She had already figured out the exam situation in the morning; their levels were all hovering around the passing mark.

Especially that comrade who targeted Xia Lan; she didn't even pass, she just copied the questions without any annotations.

As soon as Xia Lan stepped out of the examination hall, she saw Qin Yu waiting for her by the door and went to greet him.

"Brother Yu."

"Are you cold?" Qin Yu asked with concern, touching Xia Lan's icy hands.

"No." Xia Lan smiled slightly.

"Let's go home." Qin Yu lifted Xia Lan onto his bicycle and drove off.

The people behind him wanted to approach him, but were scared off by Qin Yu's gaze.

They could only watch helplessly as the two left right in front of them.

Throughout the two-day exam, Xia Lan maintained her position as the first to hand in her paper, a record that remained unbroken.

Xia Lan also became famous among the candidates.

Although no one knows who she is, everyone knows that there is a remarkable woman who is always the first to hand in her paper.

After the college entrance examination, Minister Yang gave Xia Lan three days off so that she could rest well.

Xia Lan told Qin Yu about this, and Qin Yu thought about it.

"Should we go back to the village?"

"Go back to the village?" Xia Lan looked at Qin Yu.

"Our house is finished, and we're just waiting for us to come back so we can have a housewarming party." Qin Yu playfully pinched Xia Lan's nose.

Ever since he learned that Xia Lan was from the future, Qin Yu had Xia Lan draw up the blueprints herself, drawing all the functions she wanted in the house.

"Can my 'flush toilet' really exist?" Xia Lan was also a little curious, as it was a house she had designed herself.

She also boldly mentioned 'flush toilets'. Flushed toilets already exist, but they are not something that ordinary people can afford.

First, it's expensive; second, it's...scarce.

Only high-ranking officials can afford to install such a device in their homes, and they also need to submit an application report.

When Xia Lan found out, she also gave up the idea, but Qin Yu said that she should just focus on the design and he would make it happen for her.

"Yes, it is." Qin Yu didn't tell Xia Lan how complicated things were, but since his wife brought it up, he, as her husband, naturally had to fulfill her request.

"Let's go back then!" Xia Lan said happily.

"Should we buy something to take back?" Xia Lan asked Qin Yu, who chuckled.

"I've prepared some candy; that's enough for them."

Qin Yu had already made preparations.

Xia Lan's face darkened when she boarded the bus back to the village.

Having been in the city for months, she had forgotten what it was like to take the bus back to the village.

The bus was filled with an unpleasant odor that made Xia Lan feel nauseous, and she almost couldn't help but vomit.

Qin Yu hugged Xia Lan with heartache, regretting that he would have used his position to drive the truck back himself.

Are you alright?

Qin Yu looked at Xia Lan with concern and asked.

Xia Lan, her face pale, shook her head in distress.

I opened the car window, and although it was full of sand and dust, it still smelled better than inside the bus.

After finally getting off the bus, Xia Lan was already broken, like a sickly beauty.

"Bear with it a little longer, have some water to calm down." Qin Yu felt heartbroken looking at Xia Lan like this.

"Oh my, who are these! They look so familiar...aren't they Xia Lan and Shi Tou?"

An older woman passing by on her way back to the village saw Xia Lan vomiting incessantly, and then recognized Qin Yu beside her.

"Aunt Ma." Qin Yu nodded to the woman.

"What's wrong with Xia Lan?" Seeing that Xia Lan was practically vomiting up, Aunt Ma asked, her eyes darting around.

"Xia Lan got a little carsick just now," Qin Yu explained.

"Oh, then let her take her time. I'll head back now." Aunt Ma glanced at Xia Lan suspiciously, a hint of something in her mind.

He didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

After Xia Lan vomited and felt better, Qin Yu took her back to the village. Thanks to Aunt Ma's advance 'spreading', many people knew that Xia Lan and Qin Yu had returned.

It's been almost half a year since we last saw Xia Lan. Many people look at the still 'delicate' Xia Lan and feel that she hasn't changed at all.

The only change was in Qin Yu, who was holding Xia Lan.