Jiang Mianmian spent her days at school, listening attentively to the teachers during the day and seizing every moment in the evening to study about color television in the system.
She had to study four thick professional books for quite a long time.
And after briefly flipping through them, she found some of the content was too abstruse, and she couldn’t understand it at all right now.
Don’t ask, for asking only brings regret.
But the intelligence points had been deducted, and giving up would be too much of a loss, so she had no choice but grit her teeth and learn!
Busy times always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for the school’s mid-term exam.
After half a semester of interaction, Zhong Yuan had come to understand Jiang Mianmian much better and knew that she was also a very diligent and earnest student in her studies.
She could always learn what the teacher taught immediately and would even use the knowledge points mentioned by the teachers to draw inferences about other cases.
The more Zhong Yuan understood Jiang Mianmian, the stronger his desire to win became, and he was very eager to have a head-to-head competition with his little deskmate.
Soon, Zhong Yuan got his chance.
During class, when Teacher Qiu announced that there would be a mid-term exam tomorrow, Zhong Yuan looked at his little deskmate with eager anticipation and said, "Jiang Mianmian, this is great, tomorrow is the mid-term exam, we can finally have a proper comparison."
Seeing how excited Zhong Yuan was, Jiang Mianmian teased him with a smile, "Yes, the exam is tomorrow, Zhong Yuan, look back and see, out of all our classmates, I’m afraid only you are this happy at the news of the exam."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuan looked back and indeed saw his classmates with looks of distress, as if they had suffered a major blow.
Zhong Yuan laughed inappropriately, "That’s what they get for not listening attentively during class, it’s too late for regrets now."
Jiang Mianmian also nodded in agreement, as she deeply understood the minds of these poor students, after all, in her last life, she was one of them.
When class was over, Tian Weiwei also came running over excitedly to find Zhong Yuan and Jiang Mianmian.
"Jiang Mianmian, Zhong Yuan, the mid-term exam is tomorrow, have you two prepared?" Tian Weiwei looked at them with a slight challenge in her eyes.
"I’ve been ready for a while now, come at us," Jiang Mianmian said, stretching out her hand in a martial arts gesture, causing both of them to laugh heartily.
Tian Weiwei and Zhong Yuan were good friends; she loved to run over to their class during breaks, with or without reason, to discuss learning insights and various problem-solving approaches with them.
After half a semester of getting along, Jiang Mianmian had also become very good friends with Tian Weiwei and Zhong Yuan.
Their interactions were filled with joy, but the other students in the class often looked at them with faces full of awe.
Because they never understood what these top students were talking about, as if they were discussing something as impenetrable as a heavenly script that left their heads spinning, but it sounded very impressive.
Indeed, only the top students were fit to hang out together!
"I’m ready too, so let’s reveal our true abilities at the mid-term exam," Zhong Yuan said happily.
The three of them agreed, and the next day during the exam, Zhong Yuan had a look of regret as soon as he glanced at the test paper.
Good students always attract extra attention from the teachers, and the teacher distributing the papers noticed Zhong Yuan’s expression and came over with a smile, asking, "Zhong Yuan, what’s wrong? Is there a problem with the test paper?"
Zhong Yuan shook his head, "Nothing, teacher, there’s no problem with the test paper."