The evil spirit vanished. As Yan Chiyu returned to his seat, time continued to flow.
The preparatory bell was still ringing for the last bit when Que Guanghuai and his two companions entered the room just in time.
Wu Yue, who was standing in the aisle, silently retreated to her original position.
This world is too dangerous...
As she pondered, she remembered the hidden mission issued by the system: failure would result in being sent to the land of horror movies to be punished.
Sure enough, I still had to swallow my pride and ask Yan Chiyu, and then go find Fuzhu. I couldn't just waste my time without any clue.
After all the students arrived, math teacher Tan Wenjie followed closely behind, carrying the test papers into the classroom.
Knowing the nature of Class 18, the teachers of all subjects turned a blind eye and did not have high expectations.
I only glanced at the unfamiliar faces in the class a couple more times when I stood on the podium. I heard they were top students from Songcheng No. 5 Middle School. I wonder if they can keep up in Shuangyi.
There's a group of rich kids with powerful backgrounds who are good for nothing; I wonder if they'll be led astray. Even the smartest person will be slowly dragged down in a class with a terrible learning atmosphere.
Tan Wenjie routinely handed out the test papers. Two class periods, ninety minutes in total, were all allotted for the students to complete the questions.
As she stood on the podium, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Que Guanghuai and others writing down their answers, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
When did these little tyrants start being willing to answer questions? These guys who usually just write their names and hand in their papers are actually…
Are we going to start drawing on the exam paper?
To verify her idea, Tan Wenjie stepped down from the podium to inspect the students' answers, pretending to casually glance at each student's responses.
Has Buddha appeared to us?
Que Guanghuai has actually started writing the answers?
Qian Bolun and Song Wenzhi were also...
Although the accuracy rate is not high, the attitude is commendable.
No wonder Lao Tao has been in a good mood lately; he even ordered an extra meat dish with his meal. It turns out it's because of these little rascals.
Tan Wenjie walked around and found that most of the students had written half of their papers.
Only two exchange students were staring at the question, showing no intention of writing anything.
Are they unsure where to begin? Is the difficulty level too high?
It seems that the exam questions from Shuangyi are quite difficult for students in second- and third-tier cities, after all, the teaching staff is different, and the teaching quality of the students is naturally different as well.
No wonder that region's scores were always among the bottom few in the national unified examinations.
However, to become a top student at Songcheng No. 5 Middle School, one must be intelligent. With a little more effort in the next few weeks, I should be able to catch up with everyone else.
Tan Wenjie was about to say a few words of comfort to them, but before she could speak, one of the exchange students, a boy, picked up his pen and began writing answers, the pen moving rapidly.
With long, slender fingers spread out, he casually rested his chin on his hand, his expression languid, and looked down at the exam paper.
He was a very handsome but not very energetic young man.
Tan Wenjie swallowed back the words that were about to come out, and turned to look at one of the exchange students.
Wu Yue appeared calm and composed. Compared to the boys' lazy and casual demeanor, she seemed more upright and serious, with a standard writing posture and her back straight.
It's...it's good.
Tan Wenjie withdrew her gaze and returned to her seat at the podium to proctor the exam. She did not get up again until the end of the second period.
When the bell rang, Tan Wenjie instinctively stood up and called out:
"Time's up, stop writing. Whether you've finished or not, stop writing now. The first student in each group, please collect all the group's papers and hand them in."
After collecting all the test papers, Tan Wenjie took them and left the classroom directly.
...
"Wheel, I can't believe I actually did half of the questions." Que Guanghuai said excitedly, "Putting aside the accuracy rate, just for my seriousness, my dad should give me a sports car to drive when I come of age."
Qian Bolun looked at him with disdain, "Come on, you can always say you're lazy when you hand in a blank paper, but now you're showing how brainless you are."
"Qian Bolun, you bastard! I'm heartbroken and you don't even comfort me, but you still have to belittle me in this situation. Are you even a brother?!"
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