This humble Taoist priest wants to take the college entrance exam.

Chapter 103 Sister Wanyin came to the school to deliver lunch (10,000 words today, please vote for me!)
The following day, Saturday.

The English weekly test paper I did last night was handed out before the first class.

Why do we say Teacher Ye is good? Because other teachers only give the score for each question on the weekly test and are too lazy to calculate the total score, but Teacher Ye still uses a calculator to calculate the total score on each student's test paper.

"Master Dao! Holy crap! Master Dao, you got 128 points?!"

When Zou Xiaokun, who was gathering intelligence, shouted this, the entire Class 5 was shocked.

Holding the Taoist priest's exam paper, Zou Xiaokun adjusted his glasses and examined the various marks on the paper, his face full of disbelief.

"Master Dao! There are people learning English up in the mountains? 128 points?!"

"Lend me your scroll so I can take a look!"

No sooner had Zou Xiaokun placed Chen Shi'an's exam paper on his desk than several classmates came over to borrow the Daoist's paper to look at.

Before they could even reach Dao Ye's desk, Chen Shi'an's English test paper, which had scored 128 points, was dragged to the corner of the desk by a small, fair hand that reached out from the side.

Lin Mengqiu stared blankly at his English test paper, her calm eyes reflecting the score on the paper, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Seeing that the class monitor had taken the test paper, the other students didn't dare to take it from her.

It was as if 'the class monitor accidentally took the wrong test paper'. It wasn't until Lin Mengqiu's own test paper was handed out and landed on Chen Shi'an's desk that she put Chen Shi'an's test paper back on his desk and took back the test paper that belonged to her.

It felt like the wolf king had finished his meal elegantly before the other wolves dared to snatch it. When they saw that Dao Ye had put his test paper back in its place, the other students immediately rushed to grab it.

When Chen Shi'an returned with the cup and water, his test paper was nowhere to be found on the table.
However, Chen Shi'an didn't need to look anymore; he had already heard from the monkeys' exclamations that he had scored 128 points.

128 points.

It was thirteen points higher than the 115 points he had estimated after finishing the test.

Chen Shi'an didn't take the extra thirteen points too seriously. After all, for him, scoring or losing points he wasn't sure about was no different.

But the classmates didn't think that way.

Daoye scored 125 on the weekly Chinese test and 128 on the weekly English test.

These two subjects combined will give you 253 points!

Based solely on the scores of these two subjects, even if Class 5 is the top class, a score of 253 in Chinese and English would definitely rank them among the top in the middle!

Scoring 125 in Chinese is already incredible, but if you hypnotize yourself, think that Dao Ye has a strong foundation in Chinese, and that a standardized, formulaic training method can make 125 seem plausible... And this has only been a few days! Is it really plausible?!
Let's just say that's somewhat plausible, but what's with the 128 points in English?
Can anyone tell me what level it is for someone who has never been to school, who has never been exposed to English before, to score 128 points on a weekly English test covering the second semester of the second year of high school after less than two weeks of study?

Even the world's most brilliant language genius couldn't be more amazing than this, right?
Scoring 128 points means having a vocabulary of at least four thousand words. Does that mean Dao Ye memorizes hundreds of words every day?!

What kind of memory is that?!
Fortunately, no one knew that Chen Shi'an had memorized the entire text along with the lessons; otherwise, his Dao heart might have been shattered...

Especially for those students who couldn't beat Dao Ye in the exam, a score of 128 would put them in the middle to upper ranks of the class. There were about twenty students in the class who failed to beat Dao Ye this time...

Xu Zihan felt like her world had collapsed. She had thought that with her English score of 112, she wouldn't be last this time, but she was still last.

Fortunately, Daoye still got zero in math, physics, biology, and chemistry. His combined score in Chinese and English was 253, and his total score across all six subjects was also 253...

This brought a sliver of comfort to Xu Zihan's broken heart...

……

"Class monitor, what score did you get?"

Chen Shi'an sat in the chair, drinking water from the cup she had given him, and asked her a question.

"143."

Lin Mengqiu didn't even look up, continuing to write her homework.

Chen Shi'an glanced at it and saw that her English test paper was not on the table.

"Class monitor, where's your test paper?"

"In the table."

Seeing that Lin Mengqiu was busy doing her homework, Chen Shi'an didn't disturb her. He directly reached into Lin Mengqiu's desk drawer and started groping around.

Lin Mengqiu was startled and quickly stepped aside. Before she could speak, Chen Shi'an had already taken her English test paper.

You didn't even ask anyone before taking something! No manners at all! I'm deducting one point from your score!
The girl blushed slightly, glared at him fiercely, and then bent down to continue doing her homework.

Lin Mengqiu acknowledged Chen Shi'an's ability to score 128 points in English; however, she felt a bit frustrated that he only scored zero in math.

You have no foresight! If you had asked me to teach you English earlier, you would have gotten at least 130 points this time!

Yes, you have no taste, I'll deduct one point from your score!
They've been sitting at the same desk for almost half a month now, and Lin Mengqiu sadly finds that her indifference seems to be having less and less effect on this stinky Taoist priest. If this had happened at the beginning, how could he have dared to reach into her desk drawer so directly?
Ironically, she wasn't angry with him at the moment. But if it were anyone else doing this, let alone a boy, even a girl sitting next to her, crossing her boundaries like that would make her immediately ask to change deskmates...

By the way... how many points have I deducted from him in total these past few days?

Did you lose 60 points?
We agreed that if I lost 60 points, I would change my deskmate.

Lin Mengqiu's memory wasn't as good as his, and she didn't really have a notebook to keep track of scores. After doing some mental calculations, she suddenly realized—

It seems Chen Shi'an has lost almost forty points...

It might even have exceeded that...

No, no! It didn't exceed the limit, it definitely didn't!

Let's call it a score of thirty-nine...

If the maximum score is 100...

Not really, not really.

Since Dad arranged this deskmate, let's give him some face. Wait until he gets zero points, then go to Dad and righteously demand a change of deskmate.

So now there are... sixty-one points left.

I don't like odd numbers, so I'm deducting one point from your score!
Sixty points.

With a surplus of points, Lin Mengqiu inexplicably felt no pressure about losing points. It was indeed better this way, like spending money. She didn't like that feeling of being strapped for cash.

Don't let me ever get to the point where I deduct zero points from your score.

……

While admiring Lin Mengqiu's English test paper, Chen Shi'an was unaware that she had already lost three points. The girl, who was like a man who had struck it rich, was ruthless in deducting points when she saw that there were so many points.

"Class monitor, your English handwriting looks just like mine."

"...Who resembles whom?"

Chen Shi'an smiled but did not answer her.

Unlike calligraphy, English doesn't have as many different fonts. Since he's already using the 'Lin Mengqiu style', Chen Shi'an is too lazy to learn any other fonts.

Lin Mengqiu scored 143 points in her English test this time, which is three points higher than her monthly test.

"Class monitor, was your last monthly English exam particularly difficult?"

"Ah."

"Oh oh."

"..."

Chen Shi'an nodded. It seemed that Wen Zhixia's English score was much better than Lin Mengqiu's. After all, Wen Zhixia scored 146 points in that difficult monthly exam. He wondered what score she got in this weekly test.

Aside from the fact that the science, humanities, and math papers are different, the Chinese and English papers are the same for both science and humanities students. So, in the only two subjects that can be compared, Wen Zhixia has an advantage.

However, in mathematics, Wen Zhixia is indeed far inferior to Lin Mengqiu.

After all, the class monitor could get full marks in the more difficult science math, while Xiao Zhi only got 138 points in the relatively simple humanities math.

Ah.

I don't know if the two of them are still secretly comparing themselves now that they've chosen their majors, but Chen Shi'an is having a great time comparing them.

Finally, I returned Lin Mengqiu's English test paper to her.

Lin Mengqiu took the test paper without saying a word or doing any questions, keeping her mind focused on waiting for him to speak.

"The class monitor's English is also very good, scoring over 140 points, which is a very high score."

"~~~"

Only then did she continue writing.

"By the way, class monitor, if we're having dinner at your house tonight, what dishes does Uncle Lin want to cook this time?"

Chen Shi'an spoke at a normal volume.

Fortunately, the class was busy distributing tests and discussing scores, and the surroundings were noisy, so no one noticed what he said. Lin Mengqiu was still startled, looked up warily at the person in front of her, and then lowered her voice, replying while working on her problems:
"do not know."

"Hey, Uncle Lin didn't tell you the menu this time?"

"..."

Eat, eat, eat! All they care about is eating!
My dad went to another city for training early this morning. Who's going to cook for you?
Even Lin Mengqiu herself couldn't explain why she invited Chen Shi'an to her house for dinner when her father wasn't home...

Who cooks?
The girl thought of stir-fried green peppers with pork and fried anchovies with eggs.

"...He told us to buy our own groceries and cook for ourselves."

"Oh...ah? Make it yourself? Isn't Uncle Lin home?"

"Ah."

"That's it."

Just as we were getting to this point, the bell rang to signal the start of class.

Under the cover of the preparatory bell, Lin Mengqiu asked, "Are you still coming or not?"

"go."

"~~~"

"Then the class monitor can cook for me."

"I won't."

"Then what shall we eat?"

"You can order takeout."

"What do you eat, squad leader, when Uncle Lin isn't home?"

"You can order takeout."

Chen Shi'an chuckled and looked at the girl who only had the questions in her eyes. He said generously, "Are you alright? Then we can go buy groceries and then go back to cook."

"Who does it?"

"I do."

"~~~"

Lin Mengqiu was craving stir-fried green peppers with pork and omelet with silverfish again.

She picked up the water glass on the table, opened the lid, and took a sip of the bitter but warm stomach-soothing tea.

I thought the conversation was over, but this ignorant, stinky Taoist priest insisted on digging deeper and asking one more question:
"If I hadn't asked, would the class monitor have refused to tell me that Uncle Lin wasn't home?"

"XXX!"

"Ok?"

"You can order takeout."

……

At noon, Chen Shi'an's lunch delivery arrived after school.

He waited for Wen Zhixia at the bottom of the stairs so they could come down together. The two of them went to the school gate to pick up the lunch that Sister Wanyin had specially delivered.

"Your roommate is so nice! Why would she bring you lunch?"

Wen Zhixia was shocked, and her previously relaxed vigilance suddenly rose again.

Sharing an apartment is one thing, going hiking with Chen Shi'an and even filming videos for him is another, but what's with the fact that they cooked a meal at home and then specially delivered a portion to him?!

Is this...is this right?!

Putting herself in his shoes, Wen Zhixia felt that if she were in his shoes—

Leaving aside the fact that she can't cook, let's assume she made a lavish lunch.

She would never go to such lengths to personally deliver food to a boy, would she?!
But it's also about putting yourself in their shoes.

Wen Zhixia felt she had absolutely no interest in boys younger than herself. Let alone four or five years older, even a year older seemed childish to her now, especially to those first-year high school students…

In the eyes of an older sister who is four or five years older, do high school students really have anything commendable about them...?

"Yes, she's off today because it's the weekend. She cooked a meal and brought some dishes over to me, so you can have some too."

"...I'm involved too?"

Wen Zhixia was stunned. She was sure she didn't know her roommate. The only connection she had was that she had visited her Douyin page. She never expected that she would get a share of the roommate's lunch today.
"Yes, last night I told her that I usually eat with you, so she thought of making an extra portion."

"so good!!"

Upon hearing that she would also have a share of the meal, Wen Zhixia's initial wariness vanished instantly.

It's not that I'm craving their food, it's just that their older sister cooked for me too. It seems like she's a caring older sister who takes care of her younger brother and his classmates at the same time.

Xiaoyan also has an older sister. When her sister brings her snacks and milk tea, she always gives her extra so that she can share them with her classmates.

"What's her name?"

"Li Wanyin".

"That's a nice name, Taoist priest. Is she the one you follow on Douyin?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

Chen Shi'an countered with a question.

The Taoist priest's unabashed manner only made the guilty girl feel embarrassed.

"You only follow one person on your profile, so who wouldn't see it?"

"I can follow you. What's your Douyin account?"

"Don't tell you."

"See, this is because I haven't been paying attention to you."

Wen Zhixia didn't talk about that with him, and asked curiously, "Does she like to sing? Wanyin, Wanyin... I've listened to the songs she sang, and they're all pretty good."

"Hmm, can the cicada sing?"

"Yes."

"Want me to sing a couple of lines?"

"Tch! With so many people, who's going to sing for you!"

It was lunchtime when school let out, and the flow of people was rushing towards the cafeteria. Few people were going against the flow like Chen Shi'an and Wen Zhixia were going towards the school gate.

The school does not allow ordering takeout.

However, this does not apply if parents bring meals to their children.

Today happens to be Saturday, and many parents have time to prepare meals and bring them from home. As a result, we can see quite a few students coming to pick up their meals at the school gate.

Chen Shi'an had good eyesight and spotted Li Wanyin standing outside the electric sliding gate at the school entrance, holding a lunchbox and waiting.

However, Li Wanyin was a little nearsighted. There were a group of people wearing blue and white school uniforms in the school. She looked around the campus but couldn't find Chen Shi'an for a while.

Suddenly, she saw a hand waving at her from afar. Her gaze sharpened, and she spotted Chen Shi'an.

The dazzling crowd around her vanished from her sight in an instant, and she smiled and raised her arm to wave at him from afar.

Wen Zhixia didn't know if the older sister had seen her, but she knew she had.

As she drew closer, the face of the roommate Chen Shi'an had mentioned became increasingly clear in her vision...

"Taoist priest, is the Wanyin you're talking about the one wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt?"

"Oh, yes."

The girl's expression turned serious, and her previously relaxed vigilance quickly returned.

Who said that singers who don't show their faces online are all bad-looking...?

What's up with this roommate who's so beautiful and has such a great figure?!

(End of this chapter)