The year of college graduation, Zhou Yuwen accompanied Su Qing to take the English Level 6 proficiency test.
As it turned out, Zhou Yuwen passed, but Su Qing did not.
Zhou Yuwen didn't even have the heart to tell Su Qing about it.
Given Su Qing's temperament, knowing that her study buddy passed while the actual candidate failed, she'd likely start having a nervous breakdown again.
It had been several years since he had last used English, and he'd assumed he'd completely forgotten it all.
However, when he received the exam paper, Zhou Yuwen discovered he could actually understand everything.
So he just breezed through all the answers.
The test had barely started for ten minutes.
Zhou Yuwen raised his hand, "Teacher, I want to turn in my paper."
The neighboring students glanced sideways.
Although it wasn't an official exam, submitting the paper after just ten minutes was indeed questionable.
The teacher even suspected Zhou Yuwen was just handing in a blank paper as a way to act out, approached him, and asked, "You're submitting already? Are you done?"
Zhou Yuwen showed the teacher.
The female teacher thought Zhou Yuwen had filled it in randomly. She pushed her glasses up and looked over a couple of questions seriously. Then she frowned and asked, "Did you know the answers beforehand?" Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NovelHub(.)net
Zhou Yuwen laughed when he heard this, "For such simple questions, does it make a difference whether I knew the answers or not? sentence here, Amy asked Tom to go to her aunt's house."
Zhou Yuwen translated it for the teacher on the spot to prove he didn't need the answers. To him, the English on this test paper might as well have been Chinese.
After all, he had passed the Level 6 test.
Zhou Yuwen had only translated a couple of sentences when the teacher conceded, "Alright, alright, I get it. You don't need to translate anymore."
Then the teacher looked over a few more questions and whispered to Zhou Yuwen, "It's too early now, wait another five minutes."
Zhou Yuwen nodded. He initially wanted to rest his head on the desk but then thought twice and asked, "Can I play on my phone then?"
The teacher, rendered speechless by Zhou Yuwen's behavior, looked at his harmlessly comical demeanor, thought for a moment, took his test paper away, and then said, "Go ahead, just don't disturb the others."
Zhou Yuwen's conversation with the teacher was quiet, but there were always students watching, focusing back on their exams only after the teacher told them, "Everyone else, continue with your test."
However, Zhou Yuwen's approach had quite shocked them.
Wasn't that a little too quick with the answers?
At half-past nine, the sun had already risen, yet the temperature was not too hot.
Maybe because it was nearing October, the air carried a hint of chill.
Outside the amphitheater classroom stood an old poplar tree with lush leaves. When the wind blew, it would make a rustling sound, and the sunlight would filter through the gaps in the poplar leaves.
Leaving mottled patches of light and shadow in a corner of the amphitheater classroom.
The students were all heads down, diligently working on their papers.
Then, a faint snoring sound could be heard.
Looking towards the source, they discovered Chang Hao, seated in the back row, had somehow dozed off.
Seeing this scene, the classmates couldn't help but chuckle to themselves.
The teacher approached Chang Hao with a sense of resignation.
Chang Hao hadn't slept all night because of something related to Zheng Yanyan, and while he did try to stay awake for a while during the exam, he eventually fell into a daze and drifted off to sleep.
The teacher tiptoed over to Chang Hao, intending to wake him up. But she faintly heard the sleeping student mumbling something, his eyes slightly wet in his slumber.
His voice was too soft to make out.
So she bent over to listen more carefully only to hear Chang Hao muttering in his painful sleep-talk, "I'll give you the class president position if you give her back to me, okay?"
Ten minutes into the exam, a somewhat disheveled Zheng Yanyan rushed in late to their class.
"It's nine-twenty! I'm done for, there's an English class test today, hey, you guys wake up!"
Still not completely awake, Zheng Yanyan was only bothered by the sunlight until she glanced at the time and was shocked, quickly getting up to notify her roommates.
She was still annoyed inside, thinking, why did they all oversleep on the day of the class test?
But when she got up, that's when she noticed.
The dormitory was empty, with sunlight streaming through the balcony, casting a beam of Tyndall effect inside.
The other three beds were utterly vacant.
At that moment, Zheng Yanyan's heart also felt an abrupt sense of emptiness.