Friday, monthly exam.
The air at Jiangcheng No.1 High School is thick with the tension of knowledge and hormones.
In the corridor,
The figures that used to chase and play together have disappeared.
Instead, there are mobile repeaters holding books and reciting words.
The atmosphere in the classroom of Grade 11 (3) was even more somber.
Wu Di sat upright, hands clasped together, muttering incoherently:
"If there are three long and one short, choose the shortest; if there are three short and one long, choose the longest; if the lengths are not equal, choose B; if they are not uniform, choose D..."
Lin Que, who was next to him, remained slumped over the table, unmoved.
"Brother Que, aren't you going to offer a prayer?"
Wu Di nudged him with his elbow and lowered his voice.
"This Chinese composition will determine who gets to participate in the 'Relief from Worries Cup'!"
I heard that winning first prize can add points to your college entrance exam score!
Lin Que didn't even lift his eyelids, and gave a vague reply:
"oh."
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Wu Di was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks.
He heard the top student from the next class say it with his own ears.
The essay topic that Teacher Shen personally set this time was absolutely hellishly difficult.
Specifically designed to target "crooked and unorthodox methods".
"Block! Block ...
The preparatory bell rang throughout the campus.
The classroom door was pushed open precisely on time.
Shen Qingqiu walked in carrying a thick stack of test papers.
She wore a simple white shirt today.
Her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her expression was even more aloof and serious than usual.
Her gaze swept across the classroom.
Finally, it landed directly on Lin Que.
There was expectation and scrutiny in those eyes.
She wanted to see what this boy, who had just boasted a few days ago that he had "learned how to heal," was really like.
What kind of report card will we be able to deliver today?
The exam papers were passed from front to back, and the only sound in the classroom was the rustling of the paper.
Lin Que received the test paper and slowly wrote his name on it.
Unlike the others, he didn't look at the essay first.
Instead, they started with the first question and worked on it at a leisurely pace.
"The sunset glows and the lone wild goose flies together, ________________."
"________________, only the white autumn moon shines over the river."
...
Poetry fill-in-the-blank questions, basic and easy points, skip them.
Classical Chinese reading
This story tells how an honest official outwits a corrupt official.
The traps in the options are cleverly designed.
But for Lin Que, who possesses memories of two lifetimes, it was a piece of cake.
Modern Chinese reading,
This excerpt is from an essay, written in a beautiful style and with delicate emotions, exploring the relationship between people and their hometown.
Lin Que even had the leisure to criticize the author's writing style before selecting the answer.
The whole process was smooth and seamless.
So fast that Wu Di, who was still debating whether it was unstoppable or unstoppable,
They couldn't help but cast a look of utter disbelief.
In less than forty minutes, Lin Que had finished all the questions except for the essay.
He stretched and flexed his wrists.
Then I turned to the last page of the exam paper.
The black Song typeface lay quietly in the center of the exam paper.
[Essay Topic (60 points)]
[Jian Shen's "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store" uses letters that transcend time and space to light up countless lost souls.]
Faith is a bridge for communication, a healing balm, and the stitches that mend wounds.
Perhaps each of us has longed to receive or send such a letter.
Please write an essay of no less than 800 words on the topic of "A Letter." The style is unrestricted, except for poetry.
The moment I saw the question clearly,
A collective gasp, barely suppressed, filled the classroom.
"A letter?"
Wu Di was completely dumbfounded when he saw this topic.
His mind went blank. How was he supposed to write this?
To whom is this written?
This topic is way too...too pretentious!
He subconsciously looked at Lin Que.
But they found that the other person was just quietly looking at the question, with no expression on their face, and they couldn't tell whether they were happy or angry.
Zhang Ya, who was sitting in the front row, had her eyes light up the moment she saw the question.
This kind of question is her forte.
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