"What did he say to you?" Wang Yue asked curiously.
Qiao Zixuan frowned and thought for a moment before replying, "Something about recognizing a beautiful girl, I think."
"How cliché," Wang Yue couldn't help but scoff.
"Oh?" Qiao Zixuan asked with a smile, "Then if it were Big Yue Yue himself, how would you chat me up?"
"I'd go straight for the kill," Wang Yue said seriously.
"How would you go straight for the kill?" Qiao Zixuan inquired.
"Hey beautiful, want to be buried together?"
"Pfft..." Qiao Zixuan burst out laughing.
The boy who had just tried to chat up Qiao Zixuan saw her laughing so happily and was consumed by jealousy. Why did all the pretty girls belong to others? Didn't he, so outstanding, deserve one?
Soon, it was time for the exam to begin. Wang Yue was wearing a plain cotton t-shirt and shorts, with no metal parts, so the scanner didn't beep. Although the school had repeatedly announced this rule, some students still ran into trouble. In Wang Yue's exam hall, there were several such incidents. Some had metal belt buckles that beeped. Others wore metal necklaces. Some even had metal decorations on their clothes. Furthermore, to ensure fairness in the college entrance examination, only transparent pencil cases and water bottles were allowed in the exam room.
After entering the exam hall, Wang Yue saw a 360-degree camera installed in the classroom, designed to prevent cheating. Wang Yue took his seat and exchanged a look with Qiao Zixuan across the room, like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl separated by the Milky Way. They smiled at each other and mouthed "Good luck."
The boy who had tried to chat up Qiao Zixuan was sitting behind her. Seeing them exchanging glances, he felt like ants were crawling all over him.
"Beautiful," the boy whispered.
"Hmm?" Qiao Zixuan turned her head.
"Um, are you good at your studies?" the boy asked with a smile.
"Passable. Why?" Qiao Zixuan replied, looking puzzled.
"Then later, could you let me copy your answers for the fill-in-the-blanks and multiple-choice questions? I'll treat you to a meal afterward, how about it?" the boy said with a smile he thought was charming.
"Sorry, that's cheating, and I can't help you with that." Qiao Zixuan frowned. She couldn't understand people who wanted to take shortcuts. They were used to copying during regular exams and wanted to do the same in the college entrance examination. If they were caught, they would regret it.
The rejected boy muttered to himself, "What's she pretending for? She's so flirtatious in front of her boyfriend. So stingy about letting me copy a couple of questions, she doesn't understand what it means to help others."
The boy then looked around for help from others, but they simply ignored him. No one knew each other, so why would anyone risk it for him? Just for a meal? Anyone with a normal brain wouldn't do that.
Wang Yue encountered a similar situation. A girl sat diagonally behind him. She kept making "puchi puchi" sounds. Wang Yue turned his head, and she immediately smiled and said, "Handsome guy, how are your grades?"
"Bad," Wang Yue replied indifferently.
This girl was somewhat attractive. In his previous life, Wang Yue sat in the same seat during the college entrance examination, and this girl was there too. When the girl asked about his grades, Wang Yue had said they were okay. Then the girl's eyes lit up, and she asked him to let her copy, promising to treat him to a meal after the exam. Wang Yue, who was such a loser back then, actually believed her. He risked it and pushed his test paper to the edge of the desk, letting the girl copy some multiple-choice answers. However, after the exam, she disappeared. A meal? He'd never have a meal with her. This time, Wang Yue decisively said his grades were bad.
"Oh, handsome guy, I know people from your school, Second High. They all say your grades are excellent. Can you let me copy later? I'll treat you to a meal after the exam," the girl said, batting her eyelashes.
"No, thank you. Please focus on your own exam," Wang Yue said before turning his head. Seeing Wang Yue reject her, the girl's face clearly showed dissatisfaction. She thought, "What's with the attitude? Just because your grades are a bit better?"
After all the candidates were seated, the invigilator walked in with a thick brown envelope. First, he explained the exam rules, followed by a long period of waiting. Finally, the exam was about to begin. The invigilator distributed the test papers. As Wang Yue received his paper, he smelled a strong scent of ink, which was pleasant. Then he started looking at the questions. After a brief scan, he found no issues.
The bell rang, and the exam officially began. The classroom fell silent, except for the rustling of papers as students wrote. The questions were almost no challenge for Wang Yue; he breezed through them. In less than 40 minutes, he finished all the questions except for the essay. With an hour and 50 minutes left, Wang Yue pondered the essay topic: "There is Always an Expectation." It required 800 characters, with no restrictions on genre, except for poetry.
Wang Yue vaguely recalled this topic. He remembered that many zero-mark essays had appeared that year, making him both amused and exasperated. In fact, every year, regardless of the essay topic, zero-mark essays would emerge. Zero-mark essays were often more entertaining than perfect ones, with their wild ideas and hilarious content. However, this topic was not difficult, in his opinion. The central idea was clear, and it was usually not difficult to stay on topic. But writing a high-scoring essay was still challenging. Wang Yue thought for a while, mainly considering how to approach it.
"Pfft..." Just then, Wang Yue heard a farting sound next to him, and it was loud. Wang Yue looked over. A boy's face was flushed red from holding it in, but the fart wouldn't stop. "Pfft..." It happened again. In the quiet environment, the fart was very noticeable. The boy's face turned even redder. Countless eyes in the classroom turned towards him. The boy sitting behind him turned green. Not only was the fart loud, but it was also smelly. Wang Yue, not too far away, could smell it. How to describe it? A "five-spice sour and spicy fart," potent. Fortunately, a gust of wind blew in and dispersed the smell. However, the wind blew backward, directly towards the boy behind the offender.
"Sorry, I might have eaten something bad," the boy who farted said with his head down.
"Continue the exam," the invigilator said sternly.
After that, the farting continued without stopping, like a machine gun. It was comparable to a biological weapon. The boy sitting behind the farting student was dazed, and his eyes eventually lost their spark. Wang Yue couldn't stand it any longer and quickly finished writing his essay.
"Teacher, I'm done!"