Chapter 210 Mao Mao also got a perfect score!
After sending their brothers off to school and work, the wives had just set out their school supplies in the small living room when they heard the grandfather clock in the hall chime twice, followed by a series of footsteps.
Mao Mao and the big white cat trotted in one after the other, arriving at class on time.
"Grandma, Second Aunt, Third Aunt, Fourth Aunt."
Mao Mao greeted everyone, then obediently ran to her seat, sitting upright with her little hands folded together and her short legs neatly together. The big white cat found a spot to lie down at her feet.
Mao Mao greeted her second aunt: "Third Aunt, Mao Mao is ready."
"Why."
The second concubine responded and then called out loudly, "Mao Mao's mother, class is starting!"
"They're here, they're here."
Another student rushed over and sat down in his seat.
Xia Xiaoxiang: "Third Madam, what are we teaching today?"
Mao Mao looked at the empty blackboard and asked, "Third Aunt, aren't you going to learn to read today?"
"Ahem." The second concubine cleared her throat and said, "No classes today, we're taking a test."
The mother and daughter exclaimed in unison: "An exam?!"
Xia Xiaoxiang said in a panic, "Why is there a test all of a sudden? You didn't say anything beforehand. What will it be about? I haven't studied much yet... Wait, let me review first!"
Not only her, but even Mao Mao sitting next to her had her eyes wide open, her little hands clenched into fists, and her chubby little face full of tension.
Second concubine: "Don't panic, this is just a normal test. Let me see how well you've learned recently."
Xia Xiaoxiang only has one Chinese class, but Mao Mao is doomed. She has four classes!
The first wife was also holding a test paper: "After you finish your Chinese exam, Mao Mao, you still have a math exam."
Maomao: "..."
Third Concubine added, "And me, Mao Mao, you also have to take a music exam. Since Third Young Master isn't home lately, you can be exempt from your art exam."
Maomao: "..."
The second concubine handed out two test papers that she had prepared in advance. The two students were at different paces and had different questions, so they didn't even have a chance to copy the answers.
The big white cat meowed once, put its four paws on the ground, and walked away silently, jumping onto the lap of the old lady next door.
Madam Lou stroked the soft, long fur on the back of the big white cat, and slowly picked up her teacup to take a sip of tea.
As the proctor, her stern gaze deterred any candidate from cheating.
The mother and daughter were hunched over the table, scratching their heads as they answered the questions.
Mao Mao's test was simple; she only needed to write the large characters she had recently learned again. She pouted, her little hands gripping the pencil, and she drew intently on the paper.
As soon as she finished writing, she eagerly raised her little hand: "Third Aunt, Mao Mao is finished writing."
"Why."
The second concubine took her exam paper and said, "Go play for a while."
He turned back to Xia Xiaoxiang and said, "Hurry up, there's limited time in the exam. Skip the questions you don't know."
Xia Xiaoxiang nodded repeatedly, watching with envy as her daughter's chubby little figure quickly ran out the door.
After the Chinese exam, we'll take the math exam.
After math, then music.
By the time Mao Mao finished playing the harmonica, the first two test papers had already been graded.
The second concubine handed out the test papers to the two students, praising the youngest student in particular: "Our Mao Mao is really amazing, she got a perfect score!"
"One hundred points!"
"That's right, both Chinese and Mathematics, you got 100 points!"
As for his musical achievements? Let's not even mention them...
The test paper was marked with red ink, and two 100s stood out on it. Mao Mao only glanced at it, and her eyes lit up instantly, her little face glowing.
On exam day, there were no classes, so she happily ran out with her perfect score on the test paper in her arms.
The baby's voice chattered and echoed throughout the house.
"Uncle, Mao Mao got a perfect score on the test!"
"Auntie, Mao Mao got a perfect score on her test!"
"Brother gets a hundred points, and Mao Mao gets a hundred points too!"
"It's Mao Mao's test!"
In the small living room, Xia Xiaoxiang listened to the loud, childlike voices outside and looked at her test paper with a smug expression.
It was her first time taking the exam, but she didn't get a perfect score.
I was actually outdone by my daughter!
The second concubine, standing nearby, was exasperated: "Xia Xiaoxiang, how many times have I taught you? The 'bo' in 'pineapple' is the same as the 'bo' in 'spinach'! How come you always get it wrong when you write 'spinach'?!"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "...Waaah."
...
"Ah Sui!"
As soon as Lou Yansui entered the classroom, Jiang Cheng, who sat next to him, rushed over and started rummaging through his schoolbag.
"Quick, let me copy your homework. I know you must have done it!"
Lou Yansui was caught off guard and his schoolbag was snatched away, and the notebooks inside were also divided up by several classmates.
Lou Yansui: "Didn't you do your homework?"
"I got home so late yesterday and my dad even scolded me, so I didn't have time to finish writing."
"Besides, it's not that we didn't do it; it's that the homework we did do was destroyed!"
The boys scribbled furiously, trying to copy down the answers before class started.
While people were enthusiastically copying homework on one side, a large group of people had also gathered around He Mingshu's seat on the other.
He brought some rice cakes made by his mother from home and shared them with his classmates.
The rice cakes were made before dawn, and they're still warm. The students kept praising them.
"It's so delicious."
"He Mingshu, your mother's cooking is really good."
"He Mingshu, may I ask you a question later?"
He Mingshu nodded, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the classmate who had just entered the classroom.
The students in this classroom are usually divided into two groups: those from wealthier families play together, and those from poorer families play together. They typically only nod to each other, rarely exchanging more than a few words.
They thought these young masters were arrogant, while the young masters thought they were aloof.
But if given the chance, you'll find that, stripped of all outward appearances, they are all young men of the same age, with similar hearts and minds.
He Mingshu took out another bag of brand-new, untouched rice cakes from the drawer, got up, and walked over there.
The others stared blankly in the direction he went: "He Mingshu?"
The classroom was small, with only a few steps between the seats.
He Mingshu mustered his courage and stood in front of Lou Yansui.
"Classmate Lou Yansui."
The students, who were engrossed in their homework, looked up, their pens still flying, while glancing at the two out of the corner of their eyes.
He Mingshu nervously handed over the rice cake: "Thank you for helping me last night... This is what my mom made, it's delicious, would you like to try some?"
The snow-white rice cake is topped with ingredients such as red dates and sesame seeds, emitting a faint sweet aroma, and looks very delicious.
It's nothing valuable, and it's not really appropriate to give it as a thank-you gift.
These young masters, who are used to seeing good things, might not even be interested in them.
He Mingshu was filled with trepidation, already prepared for rejection.
But soon, a hand reached out and took the top piece. Lou Yansui nodded to him, then lowered her head and took a bite.
"Thank you." Lou Yansui swallowed the rice cake in her mouth. "It was delicious."
He Mingshu felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
He put down the whole bag of rice cakes, a shy and reserved smile on his face: "I'm glad you like it."
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