Although the exam results had not yet come out, Shen Mianmian was, in fact, ninety-nine percent confident she could be admitted to the top middle school. However, if she spoke too confidently, it would seem arrogant.
Li Julin’s expression remained unchanged. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "How much of the middle school exam questions do you still remember?"
Li Yue knew his father’s temper well and hastily signaled to Shen Mianmian as soon as he heard him ask that question.
"I remember some of the major questions," Shen Mianmian admitted honestly.
Li Yue: "..." It’s over.
Remember all the major questions?
A flicker of skepticism crossed Li Julin’s eyes. It was indeed rare to be first in three subjects, but it was not a good habit for someone so young to exaggerate. Even he couldn’t guarantee to remember most of the problems he had solved.
"Go to the study and write down all the questions you remember and the approaches you used at that time."
This was something she had never anticipated.
Indeed, Li Julin at this time was a bit different from who he would be twenty years later.
She glanced at He Nan, who gave her a slight nod, prompting her to stand up.
"I’ll take her there." Li Yue volunteered to accompany Shen Mianmian to the study. As they walked, he said, "Little Mianmian, you’re really lucky. My dad usually doesn’t let me enter the study whenever I want."
As soon as the two entered, Li Yue closed the door, and his demeanor instantaneously took a one hundred and eighty-degree turn.
"Little Mianmian, you really oversold yourself this time. My dad can’t stand people who boast," he said.
After thinking for a moment, he started to suggest a dodgy plan, "But don’t worry. Write down as much as you remember. If you really can’t recall, just make up some questions. After all, my dad teaches high school, not middle school, so he won’t know the middle school questions."
Shen Mianmian squinted her eyes and gave a mischievous smile, teasing him, "Is that really okay? Uncle Li would be really angry if he found out."
"No problem," Li Yue reassured her. "At worst, he just won’t take you on as a student. He can’t do anything to you. Besides, there are plenty of good professors out there. If he really gets stubborn and refuses to take you, then Nan Ge and I will help you find someone even better."
Shen Mianmian’s lips twitched, "You’re the child delivered to Uncle Li’s doorstep along with his teaching materials, aren’t you?"
Li Yue raised his hand and tapped her forehead, "Show some respect. How can you talk to your elder brother like that? Hurry up and write. I won’t bother you anymore, but remember what I’ve told you."
After speaking, he found her a notebook and a fountain pen before stepping out and closing the door. As he closed the door, he silently mouthed something. Latest content publıshed on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽
Shen Mianmian didn’t understand, but she guessed the gist of it.
While Xiu Min and Li Shiping played with the child, Li Yue and his father sat chatting with He Nan. They sat for three hours, during which no one went to rush Shen Mianmian. However, Li Yue was becoming restless.
That lass couldn’t think of the questions and was too embarrassed to come out, right?
Xiu Min and Li Shiping were also worried, and Li Julin’s face grew increasingly gloomy.
At such a young age, not only did she exaggerate, but she also didn’t have the decency to admit her mistake and correct it. Such a student was not ideal in his eyes, and even if He Nan had brought her, he would not compromise his principles.
Only He Nan appeared calm.
As another ten minutes ticked by, Li Min became impatient and suggested, "Julin, perhaps we can stop here for now. Mianmian has been writing inside for over three hours; her hand must be sore."