Chapter 65: Chose a D

"Yu Min'er, hurry up and find your seat." Teacher Cao saw Yu Min'er at the doorway and gently reminded her.

Yu Min'er smiled and nodded. There were forty-eight people in the exam room; her number was thirty-three, in the same row as Shen Qing.

She sat down, took out her pen, and glanced at Shen Qing—her head was still on the desk.

Teacher Cao stood at the podium, casting a disdainful look in Shen Qing's direction.

"Classmates, we're about to begin. Bring all your books and materials related to the exam up to the podium. And those who are sleeping, wake up."

Students below all looked toward Shen Qing. The student sitting in front of her shifted his chair forward and propped his head with his hand.

"Shen Qing, wake up, it's time for the exam." Yu Min'er walked over and gently tapped her desk.

The girl lifted her head, her face full of displeasure, glaring at Yu Min'er fiercely before laying down again.

"Uh... it's exam time." Yu Min'er felt chills from the look, retreated a few steps, and sat back in her seat.

"What are you all looking at? Focus on your exams!" Teacher Cao scolded the students who were watching the commotion.

"Day after day, grades never improve, acting like gangsters. If you don't want to study, then just leave."

Everyone understood that Teacher Cao was referring to Shen Qing.

The other female proctor, seeing Teacher Cao so angry, smiled awkwardly and glossed over the situation with a few words.

When the bell rang, they began distributing the test papers.

Yu Min'er glanced at Shen Qing—she was still asleep.

No one knew how long she had been lying there before Shen Qing finally raised her head, fished a pen out of her pocket, and wrote her name.

She didn't even flip through the test paper, answering directly on the answer sheet.

Shen Qing's every move was observed by Teacher Cao, who couldn't help but sneer.

What a useless person.

"Classmate, are you already finished?" The female teacher noticed Shen Qing getting up and went over to check her test paper.

Her name was written beautifully, the strokes sharp and elegant.

But...

There were three options—A, B, and C. How did she pick a D?

"Yes, it's been half an hour." Shen Qing casually stuffed the black pen into her uniform pocket.

In other words, she was ready to leave.

The female teacher had heard of Shen Qing's antics before. It was said that after National Day, the paper she handed in bore the handwriting of at least ten people, which had infuriated the subject teachers in her class.

She glanced at Teacher Cao, who nodded, his look full of disdain toward Shen Qing.

"Alright, you can go."

Yu Min'er watched as the girl left the classroom, then stared at her test paper for several seconds—the essay section was blank, and she probably guessed a few multiple-choice questions.

She really seemed hopeless.

"Everyone, continue your exam. Don’t let irrelevant matters distract you." Teacher Cao knocked on the blackboard.

Yu Min'er glanced at the door, then focused on the remaining questions.

*

When the monthly exam ended, the classmates in the room all sighed in despair.

First High students started practicing with comprehensive tests early, but some still couldn't get used to them. They discussed how difficult the comprehensive exam was and complained about not having enough time.

"Here they come!" Little Fatty saw Yao Panpan enter through the front door and gathered a few others to ask about the results.

"Have the papers been graded yet?" The others were nervous and all looked at Yao Panpan.

"Yes, the students in Class One are tallying the scores."

"I'm a little panicked. If I don't score at least 480, my dad will break his shoe sole on me." Little Fatty calculated his score in his mind, his face dark with worry.

Although the average score in Class Three was the lowest in the grade, most students had earned their place through ability. Compared to other schools, their results weren't bad.

"Old Xie said the teachers have been pretty lenient in grading, don't panic, brother!" Yao Panpan patted him heavily on the back.

Little Fatty nearly fell to the floor.

For once, Shen Qing wasn't sleeping; she leaned against Nie Huan, playing on her phone.

A WeChat message popped up.

[Grim Reaper: Time to hand in your homework, darling!]

Shen Qing lowered her eyes for a long moment before replying with one word: [Wait]

[Grim Reaper: Ancestor! Please, hurry up.]

"Qing, Old Xie wants you in the office," a classmate entered through the back door to relay the message.

Shen Qing looked up, nodded.

More WeChat messages kept coming, making her irritable. She tossed her phone onto Nie Huan's desk.

The heavy phone landed on the iron desk with a startling sound, and Chu Yu turned around slowly.

"Reply to my WeChat for me," Shen Qing said to Nie Huan, then left through the back door.

Chu Yu looked at the brick-like phone and twitched his lips. "This phone can run WeChat?"

He sometimes saw Shen Qing playing offline games and had thought her phone could only make calls and send texts, like an old person's brick phone.

Nie Huan said nothing, glancing at him calmly.

From Nie Huan's gaze, Chu Yu sensed a hint of disdain...