As Zhao Qingsong finished speaking, Qingyun was disappointed.
If this is true, my former lover, Second Aunt and the others still refuse to forgive me.
Forget it, if you don’t treat me as a family member, don’t blame me for being cruel.
Qingyun looked at Zhao Qingsong with resentment, then turned and left.
From then on, Qingyun never looked for Zhao Qingsong again, and Zhao Qingsong never paid any attention to him. Although they were classmates, they were like strangers.
Zhao Qingsong did not tell his mother about this.
Time flies, and a month has passed.
At the end of September, at Bailu Academy, the Jinshi Class B where Zhao Qingsong and Qingyun were studying once again had their monthly exams.
Heng also participated in this monthly exam.
Taifu Yan came forward personally to communicate with Master Zhou. As long as Xunheng's score in this exam reached the average level of Class B of Jinshi, he could be transferred from the introductory class to the Jinshi class.
Before the exam, in order to prevent students from cheating, everyone had to move their book boxes to the teacher's study.
Zhao Qingsong studies hard and is very good at taking exams.
I followed Master Zhou's instructions early in the morning and took the book box to the study of the master next door.
Qingyun followed closely behind and took his own book box to the study.
Zhou You was Master Zhou's assistant. He was currently sorting out test papers for the upcoming exam in Master Zhou's study. When he saw Qingyun put down the bookcase, he did not leave immediately, but touched another bookcase.
He glanced at it curiously but said nothing. The exam was about to start and he hadn't finished organizing the test papers yet.
It’s all my mother’s fault. When I was about to go out in the morning, she forced me to eat an extra egg.
Holding the neatly arranged test papers, Zhou You hurried to the Jinshi class.
The Jinshi class is divided into four classes, namely Class A, Class B, Class D. Students graduating from the enlightenment class will enter the Jinshi class based on their grades.
The exam time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was afternoon and time to go home from school.
Master Zhou was sitting in his study, flipping through the test papers that his students had taken in the morning. As he flipped through the papers, he made different sounds.
"Hmm..., not bad, not bad."
"This handwriting is too ugly..."
"You don't even know such a simple explanation. You are unteachable..."
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The students came to the Master's study, took back their book boxes, and then left.
"Goodbye, Master Zhou." Every student carried their bookcases and said goodbye to Master Zhou respectfully.
Zhao Qingsong and Zhao Qingyun's book boxes were put into the corner of the study room first, so they had to wait until other classmates took their book boxes away before they could get their own book boxes.
After waiting outside the door for half a quarter of an hour, it was finally their turn.
Qingyun walked into the study first, picked up his own bookcase, and at the same time kicked Zhao Qingsong's bookcase to the ground with a light touch of his foot.
The books, pens, ink, paper and inkstone in the bookcase rolled all over the floor. Master Zhou looked up in surprise.
Qingyun was at a loss, "I'm sorry, I accidentally knocked over the bookcase."
Zhao Qingsong was walking to the door of the study when he saw his bookcase lying on the ground and was about to go forward to pick it up.
"Wait a minute." Master Zhou said sternly.
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