But after ten years, won't everything be back on track?
Because he had an exam, Gu Yunyang quickly left Principal Zhong's house.
Madam Zhong leaned closer and said, "This child is really good; he brought only the finest grains. The rice is long and big, and exceptionally clean, without a single pebble in it. The flour is even finer and whiter than high-gluten flour; it's absolutely top-quality."
Principal Zhong was taken aback: "This child is a good one."
"Yes. I need to pick some out and send them to the children later."
As she spoke, she had already picked them out, planning to send them to the children later so they could try them.
Isn't the whole life of an elderly person all about their children?
Keep all the good things you have.
"Next time, ask Xiao Gu to make some more."
Because her husband was a translator and had a lot of money, Mrs. Zhong was not stingy and planned to ask for more grain.
But Principal Zhong was a little worried: "Let's not do it. Such good grain is definitely not plentiful. The children have shown their kindness, and you can't make things difficult for them."
“I did pay.”
Even if you were rich, you couldn't buy such good food, could you?
"You're right, then I'll ask. If it's really difficult, then forget it."
When Gu Yunyang arrived at the school, some teachers gave him strange looks.
Gu Yunyang was puzzled and wondered, "Could it be that I went to the principal's house and someone saw me?"
No, that's impossible.
He used birds to observe his surroundings, but he was not discovered.
Completely bewildered, Gu Yunyang arrived at the examination hall.
Some well-informed classmates are already discussing it over there.
"I heard that Gu Yunyang got a high score on his exam yesterday."
"What's wrong? Didn't you say that he just got lucky last time, that he copied it?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Yesterday's Chinese exam, except for the composition which the teacher insisted on deducting two points from, was full marks for everything else."
"And math, all perfect scores."
Gu Yunyang suddenly realized that yesterday's test papers had already been graded by the teachers.
So when teachers look at themselves, they're looking at good students.
No wonder his gaze was a bit strange.
There was satisfaction, there was envy, and it was a very complex feeling.
Those who weren't their teachers probably regret not having snatched them into their classes back then.
Gu Yunyang didn't really care.
He's fine with being in any class, he just doesn't want to come to school.
He can learn on his own much more efficiently than he would by coming to school.
"The bell has rung; the exam is starting."
Gu Yunyang sat down and waited for the teacher to hand out the test papers.
Because I had nowhere to go, and there were two exams in the morning.
After finishing the exam this time, Gu Yunyang didn't hand in his paper; instead, he sat there in a daze.
When there was nothing else to do, I simply drew a grid on a piece of scrap paper and played Gomoku with myself.
The teacher found it a bit strange that he handed in his paper early while others were proctoring the exam.
When I was proctoring the exam, he didn't hand in his paper?
Out of curiosity, he came over to take a look. He thought that Gu Yunyang might not know this method and would need more time.
When I came over, I found out that Gu Yunyang had finished writing the exam paper and was playing chess with himself on the draft paper.
"This person."
As the teacher shook his head and left, another proctor asked curiously, "Did he not know this subject?"
"What? He's already finished writing. He's playing chess with himself."
The students nearby were all taken aback when they heard this.
I see.
They also thought that Gu Yunyang must have been bad at one subject, but it turns out that he didn't hand in his paper because of playing chess?
Will he hand in his paper early for the next exam?
They're finding it hard to adjust if he doesn't leave.
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