These three things are: first, we will arrange mock exams; second, we will grade the papers and explain the questions; and third, we will reassign students to classes based on their exam performance.

The first mock exam is the most important, with a total of nine hours allotted for Chinese, mathematics, English, and science subjects, all to be completed within one day. And that's not all; a unique feature of No. 2 Middle School is that politics is a mandatory subject, as if they're afraid students won't pass the political exam and will rebel during the college entrance examination.

Therefore, from 7:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m., there are consecutive exams in Chinese and Mathematics, with a half-hour break in between; from 1:30 p.m. to 6:15 p.m., there are consecutive exams in English and Science, with a 15-minute break in between; and in the evening, there are two more hours for Politics.

The thought of it is gloomy.

Wang Dazhuang didn't expect to get into any top class through this mock exam; that would be more like hell. He just didn't want to be beaten so badly by a mixed doubles match that he questioned his existence because of a mock exam.

That thick stick was sitting in our living room. My mom hadn't used it since my dad's secret stash of money was exposed; she was just using it to intimidate me.

I don't know why Li Lechen didn't answer the phone. Logically, the copy should still be with me, so there's no reason for him to go to the school first.

Never mind, it's already seven o'clock, time is running out. Li Lechen is in dire straits, he can only pray for good fortune.

Clutching the two miniature copies, Wang Dazhuang double-checked which one was his before putting it in his pocket and the other in an envelope, which he then handed to security guard Zhang.

"Give this to Li Lechen in Building 6," Wang Dazhuang instructed.

Upon seeing that it was something in an envelope, Zhang felt it must be confidential and important, and quickly asked, "If it's important, I'll send it to him right now."

That's right, Zhang really did want to deliver it to Li Lechen. Two major incidents happened in quick succession outside the square yesterday, one involving catching a thief and the other rescuing a passerby, both related to Li Lechen. Zhang immediately regretted his carelessness, forgetting the flag he had set beforehand, which was to shake hands with Li Lechen so that he could mention him in his acceptance speech in the future.

“It’s alright, he’ll be down in a bit, we can hand it over to him then,” Wang Dazhuang emphasized.

Seven o'clock is plenty of time to get to school. Actually, it's okay to be a little late; the worst that can happen is that the Chinese exam will be shorter.

Well, it's not the real college entrance exam, so you won't be prevented from taking the exam because you're late.

Wang Dazhuang thought this was a good idea; if Li Lechen really needed to sleep a little longer, there was absolutely no need to disturb him.

So he added, "Besides, what if another thief breaks in if you leave your post?"

If another thief were to break in, Zhang's nerves would immediately tighten.

Yesterday, a thief broke into Wang Dazhuang's house and ransacked it. Last night, Old Wang's terrified cries of alarm spread throughout the district.

As a security guard, he cannot shirk his responsibility.

Although shaking hands with Li Lechen was of great significance, my job is the foundation of my livelihood, and I must be conscientious and dedicated to my duties.

So, security guard Zhang accepted the envelope from Wang Dazhuang with seriousness, focused on guarding the gate, and waited for Li Lechen to come out.

"I'm sorry, Le Chen," Wang Dazhuang thought to himself.

While copying, Wang Dazhuang had already tampered with the process. He first made a copy of his own, then changed all the 'd' options to 'b', and made another copy for Li Lechen.

There's no other way. The mock exams at the start of the semester are ranked across the entire school. What if we copy the same thing and get the same score?

However, it now seems more likely that Li Lechen brought this upon himself.

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7:20.

The mock exam for the senior year at Lingcheng No. 2 Middle School has begun, and teachers are standing on the podium with their papers in hand.

A loudspeaker announced: "Invigilators, please verify the candidates' names."

Each class has two proctors, one standing on the podium and the other checking the candidates' information at each table.

It was actually a bit dramatic, because I didn't even have an admission ticket.

But that's how the procedure is supposed to go; it's a mock exam, after all, and it's meant to be as close to the real exam environment as possible.

However, in some classes, the two proctors remained indifferent because a quick glance showed that everyone was present, so there was no need to check the candidates' information.

For example, Class 8 of Senior Three.

That is, the class where Wang Dazhuang and Zhou Mi are.

Wang Dazhuang sat by the window and cautiously touched the bag in his pocket with his hand. He was relieved when he found it.

Zhou Mi, who was in the same class as Wang Dazhuang, stared intently at the two proctors on the podium who were chatting quietly. One was her own Chinese teacher, and the other was from another class.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, attracting the attention of some students.

Wang Dazhuang and Zhou Mi turned their heads to look at the corridor at almost the same time.

The boy who ran past was rather short.

It seems that Li Lechen has not yet arrived at school.

That's right. Ever since Wang Dazhuang arrived at school, he has been paying attention to the corridor. Unless Li Lechen is carrying him, he has to pass by the door of Class 8 to get to Class 7.

Zhou Mi also found it a bit strange.

She hadn't been paying attention to the corridor the whole time, so she didn't know if Li Lechen had passed by during that time. But for some reason, she felt a sense of emptiness inside.

Even just a moment ago, my stomach rumbled again.

The chocolate cake I imagined would taste like this, but it certainly doesn't taste like cherry blossoms right now.

"teacher!"

Zhou Mi suddenly stood up, immediately attracting the attention of everyone, including the two proctors on the podium.

One of the proctors was Zhou Mi's Chinese teacher. The teacher was always very kind to the top student, and this time she asked in the same kind manner, "What is it?"

"I need to use the restroom."

"It's just going to the restroom, there's no need to be so serious," the teacher thought to herself. But her face remained kind: "Go ahead."

The next second, Zhou Mi dashed out. She also grabbed her phone with her.

Because it wasn't the real college entrance exam, and because Zhou Mi was a good student, the teacher didn't pay attention whether she went to the restroom or took her phone with her at that time.

Based on Zhou Mi's grades, even if she stayed in the restroom for half an hour before taking the exam, it wouldn't have any impact.

Of course, Zhou Mi couldn't stay in the restroom for half an hour. She passed by Class 7 and quickly glanced at the situation in the classroom.

As expected! Li Lechen wasn't there!

A woman's intuition is really accurate.

Zhou Mi had felt something was off, and although she didn't come upstairs, she couldn't rest easy without checking. And after checking, she really couldn't rest easy.

Without thinking twice, he grabbed his phone and dialed Li Lechen's number.

After receiving Wang Dazhuang's phone call, Li Lechen fell into a deep sleep again.

Taking a nap after waking up, if you can actually fall asleep, is absolutely amazing. Most of my daydreams happen during this time.

Although Li Lechen wasn't having any fantasies at this moment, he did take a long nap, so much so that he sat up abruptly when the phone rang.

Holy crap! What's going on?!