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A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and the first monthly exam for the second year of high school at Minghua Middle School was just around the corner.

Early in the morning, Aunt Liu prepared a table full of delicious food to cheer them on.

Fu Xiao and Su Yurou personally drove Fu Hua, Fu Chaochao, and Fu Youchuan to school.

He also said a lot of encouraging words.

Fu Youchuan had serious doubts about Fang Hua's abilities.

Fu Chaochao was convinced that Fu Hua was just a country bumpkin who only knew how to study by herself.

Even if the older brother hired a tutor, what good is it? A feel for English can't be made up for by tutoring.

When the results come out, Mom and Dad will know that she is the daughter who can make them proud.

After the bell rang, the proctor handed the exam papers to the students in the first row and passed them on to the back.

Zhang Wen glanced at Fu Hua in the corner. Fu Hua smiled slightly and gave a thumbs-up.

Zhang Wen thought for a moment, then, imitating Fu Hua, she cheered her on as well.

The examination room was completely silent, with only the soft scratching of pens on paper.

The first exam was in Chinese.

Zhang Wen quickly glanced at the essay topic after receiving the test paper, her face turned pale, and she nervously rubbed her hands together.

Fu Hua had taught her many methods for writing essays.

For some reason, my mind went completely blank at that moment.

Zhang Wen turned around, and Fu Huachao gave her a reassuring look.

He silently mouthed "Keep it up!"

This finally calmed Zhang Wen down a bit.

Fu Hua, on the other hand, calmed herself down and started with the basic knowledge questions.

Understanding the question and answering it flowed smoothly.

Especially the argumentative essay that required the topic of "resilience,"

She combines her own experiences with those of historical figures, writing with a blend of emotion and reason, and her arguments are compelling.

After class, the class monitor and the academic representative huddled together to discuss the composition.

Both of them were quite confident in their Chinese language skills, and their essays were relevant to the topic.

The remaining subjects are all minor subjects, and the questions are not difficult.

The first class on the second day was math.

This is a nightmare for most students in Class 6.

As soon as the test papers were handed out, a collective gasp and sigh of despair filled the classroom.

The questions were noticeably more difficult, with the last two challenging questions requiring flexible thinking and shifts in perspective.

Zhang Wen bit the pen, her brows furrowed in worry.

In contrast, Fu Hua remained calm and unhurried.

First, clearly calculate on scratch paper, then neatly transcribe the steps onto the answer sheet, ensuring logical consistency and a clean appearance.

She even finished all the questions twenty minutes early and checked them carefully.

Next is English.

Listening, multiple choice, cloze test, reading comprehension, writing...

Fu Hua did it with almost no obstacles.

This level of complexity is as simple as playing house.

Her reading speed was extremely fast, and her comprehension was accurate. The English essay that required describing a challenging experience...

She wrote vividly and concretely in authentic and fluent language.

The vocabulary and sentence structure used far exceed the high school level.

She wasn't afraid of being exposed, and during this time, Teacher Lu taught her a lot about foreign languages.

As the proctor for the English exam strolled past her,

I couldn't help but linger for a few more seconds, looking at her almost perfect answer sheet, a look of amazement flashing in my eyes.

The first subject in the afternoon is physics.

This is Fu Hua's favorite subject, and also the area that Lu Xingzhou believes she has the greatest talent in.

The questions on the test paper seemed to her like intriguing puzzles.

She enjoys the process of unraveling complex problems and applying formulas and theorems to solve them.

The last comprehensive question, in particular, was extremely difficult.

Even students in Class A might not be able to get all of them right.

However, she had a clear mind, followed the complete steps, and solved the problem correctly.

After each exam, the atmosphere in Class 6 of Ding became one point more subdued.

Class monitor Wang Jing, clutching her textbooks, looked distressed: "This time, my Chinese composition went off-topic, I couldn't solve the last two math problems at all, and the English reading comprehension was so difficult... I'm afraid I'll barely pass."

Class monitor Li Qiang sighed, "Yeah, the questions this time were too tricky. Our class's average score will probably be at the bottom again."

The students gathered together to compare answers, and a chorus of sighs erupted, with most feeling they had failed the exam.

Someone asked Fu Hua, "Hey, how did you do on the test? Did you find the questions difficult?"

"Yes, that's right!" The class monitor's eyes lit up. Her uncle was the head of student affairs.

I heard that Fu Hua got full marks in all her entrance exams except for Chinese.

The reason he came to Class 6 is probably because of Zhang Wen.

Wang Jing pulled Zhang Qiang over and asked, "Fu Hua, did you find the questions difficult this time?"

Fu Hua simply smiled faintly, her tone calm: "It's alright, not too difficult, just do your best."

She neither boasted nor echoed the complaints.

This calm demeanor seemed somewhat out of place in a classroom filled with wailing and lamentation.

However, this also left some students with a slightly uneasy feeling—

She seems...really different? She has a kind of composure that doesn't faze her.

This demeanor is truly unlike that of Class 6, Ding.

In the teachers' office, Ms. Zhao, the homeroom teacher of Class 6, was talking with Mr. Yan, the physics teacher.

Teacher Zhao flipped through the physics answer sheet samples that had just been collected.

He sighed, "Teacher Yan, I'm afraid we'll struggle with physics again this year. I saw that many students left the big questions blank."

Teacher Yan adjusted her glasses, her face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

He pulled out an answer sheet and pointed to the neat and clear handwriting on it: "Old Zhao, don't sigh just yet. Look at this, it's Fu Hua's paper!"

Teacher Zhao went over for a look and saw that the entire paper was clean and tidy, with clear steps.

Especially the last universally acknowledged difficult problem, the solution process was perfect.

Teacher Yan said excitedly, "I just quickly glanced at her answers, and she got all the multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions right!"

We basically got full marks for the steps in the calculation problems. As for the last question, you could count on your fingers the number of students in our grade who could get it right.

Not only did she get it right, but her method was also particularly ingenious. I think she has a very good chance of getting a perfect score in physics this time, or at least 98 or 99!

Upon hearing this, Teacher Zhao's eyes widened in shock: "A perfect score?! Old Yan, are you sure you're not mistaken? She just graduated from…"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: a student who had just transferred from the countryside?

Teacher Yan nodded firmly: "No mistake! This child's physics thinking and comprehension ability are the best I've seen in all my years of teaching!"

Her usual classroom performance proves it, and it's not just physics; I heard from the English teacher that her English papers are frighteningly beautiful! Old Zhao, this time our Class 6 might... really depend on her to achieve something amazing."

Teacher Zhao looked at Fu Hua's almost flawless physics answer sheet.

Combined with sporadic feedback from teachers of other subjects,

The stagnant water that had initially held no hope for this monthly exam...

At that moment, a huge rock was thrown in, creating enormous waves.

He looked out the window, his eyes showing a first glimpse of Ding Liu's class's grades.

A faint but real expectation arose.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the last exam and marking the conclusion of the first monthly exam.

The students poured out of the classroom like birds released from their cages, their faces showing either a relaxed or a heavy expression.