Translator: Yunyi
“It’s good that you have some self-awareness.”
Song Yaoyao patted the paper and happened to see the sleepy Shen Xun walking slowly into the classroom. “Shen Xun, good morning,” she called out.
Shen Xun’s eyes flew open in surprise.
Today, Song Yaoyao had her long hair tied up, revealing her clean face.
For some reason, she looked beautiful and cool.
“What’s wrong?” he asked cautiously.
Song Yaoyao smiled. “You came at the right time. We can start our exam! Please try your best not to disappoint~”
She emphasized her last words, blatantly warning them.
Everyone succumbed to her threats. Holding the practice papers with tears in their eyes, they began their exam.
It was the morning self-study session. Wang Zhongyun had just finished breakfast, so he decided to go for a walk to digest.
He glanced in through the back window. The girl standing at the front of the room was writing something in her book.
The entire third class was refreshed and different, even a few had dyed their hair back to black.
Wang Zhongyun smiled proudly and left without a word.
The fact that these kids were willing to work hard meant that they weren’t beyond saving.
He really wanted to see the surprise that Song Yaoyao was about to give him!
After he left, Song Yaoyao lifted her head knowingly and glanced over. The window was empty.
Her lips curved upward slightly and she placed her focus back on the script in front of her.
An Feiran was the first to hand in his paper. He had finished in less than 30 minutes.
Song Yaoyao had specifically printed these questions for the third class so she could determine their foundation. For a top student like An Feiran, this was naturally child’s play.
“So quick?”
Song Yaoyao collected the paper and flipped through it. His accuracy was 100%. She slapped herself on the head. “That’s right. These questions are nothing for you.”
When he heard her praise, An Feiran scratched his head in embarrassment. “It’s alright. By the way, do you need help with anything?”
He was too afraid to even look Song Yaoyao in the eyes as he blushed.
“Huh?”
Song Yaoyao closed her script and jumped out of her seat.
“Okay, you can help me monitor this exam. I need to pop out. If anyone cheats, write down their name for me.”
When Han Jun saw this, he bit his pen and nudged Shen Xun.
He lowered his voice and whispered, “Brother Xun, this punk must have ulterior motives! I don’t think he changed classes for a pure reason!”
He was from the first class indeed. He managed to answer questions that had him all stressed out in just a little over ten minutes.
A top student and a bad student were more than a galaxy apart! They were practically separated by a universe!
Shen Xun glared at An Feiran who was talking to Song Yaoyao and smiling, and his lips twitched in disdain.
“Him?”
He was so timid and shy. Why should he be worried about him?
“Achoo—”
An Feiran touched his neck. It was a bit cold at the front of the class.
Before Song Yaoyao got far, she turned back around. She wrote down a number and handed it to him. “This is my number. Call me if you need anything.”
“Oh, okay!” An Feiran blushed even more as he put the number away like it was a treasure.
“F*ck! He even got her number!” Han Jun glared at An Feiran. “Brother Xun, if this continues, your position as the number one follower will be gone!”
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This punk was clearly competing with Brother Xun.
“Ha…”
As soon as Song Yaoyao left, Shen Xun dropped his pen and stood straight up.