"Don't you need to check it?" Yin Su flipped through her test paper and kindly reminded.

"No need." Qiao Yimo packed up his pens and scratch paper and put them under the desk cabinet, and then walked outside the classroom.

Immediately everyone was stunned.

How many test papers, only one hour back and forth?

I'm afraid I can't even write Chinese essays in an hour, right?

But even with Qiao Yimo's temperament, there is a high probability that he will not be able to write a composition.

When he heard Qiao Yimo raise his hand to hand in the paper, Fu Zhiying was stunned, then got up slightly and squinted at her test paper.

The words on the answer sheet are quite dense.

Hey, the corners of Fu Zhiying's mouth are slightly cocked, just don't know if they are all right.

*

After the exam.

Several classmates walked up to Fu Zhiying and asked with concern: "How did you do in the exam?"

"It's okay." Fu Zhiying pursed his lips, his expression very relaxed.

"How were your previous grades? I heard that the test questions from Country Y are much more difficult than those from City S."

Fu Zhiying smiled, "I didn't go to university, and I have always studied in the Royal Music of Country Y."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned.

"You actually came from the Royal Music of Country Y?"

"Then your master is Mr. Hibbert?"

"A classmate of mine also went to the Royal Music of Country Y."

"You are talking about students from Shengxing College."

Fu Zhiying interrupted when he heard the words, "Is that Qiao Anchu that you are talking about?"

"Yeah, yeah, isn't she invited by Hibbert too?" Several people were very excited.

Fu Zhiying nodded lightly, "Yes, I have a good relationship with her."

As he spoke, Fu Zhiying raised his eyes lightly, and glanced at the person on his right.

Unfortunately, she couldn't find a trace of tension in Qiao Yimo's face.

Gee! Really can make the face not red and heartbeat.

*

at the same time.

Yin Su walked into the office holding the test paper.

When other teachers saw her, they couldn't help but ridiculed: "Mr. Yin, your medical student Qiao won't take the test this time, right?"

Yin Su twitched the corner of his mouth without answering.

So some teachers gathered around and said with a smile: "In fact, Principal Jin doesn't care about her. You don't have to be so concerned. Maybe she is gifted and doesn't need to learn."

"Yes, even if people don't have a graduation certificate, there will still be companies using her."

"After all, they are the top scorers in the college entrance examination, how can they be compared with ordinary people like us."

For a while, Yin Su couldn't tell whether these people were talking irony or comforting her.

She lowered her head and didn't speak, and picked out Qiao Yimo's answer sheet to see the answer.

I have to say that if she is willing to spend a little bit of thought on her study, the whole school of theology master will not be her opponent.

But... Yin Su couldn't help sighing lightly when he thought of this.

Seeing Yin Su's sigh, the other teachers thought it was Qiao Yimo's answer that was not optimistic, so they leaned forward and looked at the test paper in her hand.

Several pairs of eyes fell on the composition, and there was silence for a few seconds.

Suddenly, one of the teachers frowned and asked, "Do you think her composition style resembles a person?"

"You mean that novel writer?"

Yin Su squeezed the test paper tightly, frowned, he suddenly hissed, and said in surprise: "Is it Qingqing?"

As soon as this remark came out, more and more people frowned.

"Qing Qing? Is that the author who wrote "Nuan Feng"?"

"Is it Qingqing, who has been dominating the hot search in the literature list these days?"

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