A Young Woman's Heart

If someone wants to cheat, they're definitely doomed when the principal is proctoring the exam.

Regardless of how strict the principal is, if someone is caught cheating by the principal, it's definitely a much more serious matter than if they're caught by a regular teacher.

"Ding-ding-dong-dong—" The sound of a manually rung bell came from downstairs in the teaching building, which was to distinguish it from the bell for regular classes.

After all, the exams for the three grades are held separately. While the first-year students are taking their exams, the second and third-year students are still in class.

The principal squinted at the rain outside the window, casually sat down in the seat in front of the podium, and put on a pair of sunglasses.

It was a rainy day, and they were indoors, yet she had to wear sunglasses, which gave Mo Xueyao a strange feeling. She couldn't help but think of The Matrix, which she had watched at her godfather's house a few days ago.

Well, it's strange, but inexplicably handsome.

The principal's eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, making it impossible to tell where his gaze was directed.

This made the students who still intended to cheat even more uneasy.

In that case, there's absolutely no way to take advantage of the moment when the principal's gaze shifts away to copy the answers!

Many people have actually copied answers.

But if a person has no real talent or skills of their own and only knows how to plagiarize, they will certainly not go far.

Mo Xueyao is clearly not one of the plagiarists.

She possesses genuine talent and knowledge, and for her, the speed at which she flips through books to copy answers is probably not as fast as the speed at which her thoughts are processed!

The first exam was in Chinese.

This longest exam is often placed first.

Because it requires writing a long essay, it takes significantly longer than other subjects, even comparable to science, which combines three subjects.

Therefore, the Chinese exam is not only a challenge to patience, but also a challenge to the bladder...

If you don't go to the toilet before the Chinese exam, you might have to worry about not being able to hold your pee while writing the essay.

"T-Teacher, I need to go to the toilet!"

Some students who suffer from procrastination tend to only remember that they need to go to the bathroom when the exam is about to start.

Of course, it could also be due to nervousness.

"Go," the principal said simply, opening the test papers and distributing them to the first student in each row, then passing them down one by one.

When taking a Chinese exam, Mo Xueyao likes to look at the essay topic first.

It's not about writing it first, but about reading it first so that you'll consciously or unconsciously think about it when you're doing the questions. That way, when it's time to write the essay, you won't feel caught off guard.

Mo Xueyao doesn't particularly enjoy writing essays, not because her writing skills are bad.

It's not because she dislikes the formulaic, predictable essays that follow a set pattern for each category.

That would make her feel like she was restricting her thoughts.

Moreover, it was he who bound himself.

Sometimes, even if you want to express yourself freely, you can't do so because of the limitations of the question.

After all, she was sick of seeing those kinds of questions like "The person who has influenced you the most", "What should we do when we encounter XX", "Our beautiful XX", "I miss your hometown".

Sometimes, an essay can fit into seven or eight different essay topics; all you need to do is slightly change the details and the main points.

But today's essay was unexpectedly interesting.

I don't know which teacher came up with the question, but it was not only concise but also interesting.

Please write a short science fiction story, with a minimum of 800 words and no upper limit, excluding poetry.

"Science fiction... novel?" Mo Xueyao's interest was immediately piqued, and she couldn't wait to finish the previous questions and start writing the essay.

But obviously, no matter how interested you are, you still have to write down each question one by one.

Perhaps because my brain was working at high speed, I was able to solve problems twice as fast as usual.

Basically, after glancing at a question, the answer will pop into her mind immediately.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that most Chinese language questions are memory-based.

Many people use the tricks taught by teachers to answer reading comprehension questions.

For example, expressing, conveying, or using XX techniques.

But Mo Xueyao is different.

She prefers to use longer sentences to express her understanding of the passage.

Even though doing this would result in roughly the same score, or even a loss of points due to its lack of conciseness, she still maintained this habit.

Even when it comes to doing exercises or taking exams, I don't want to be so utilitarian.

After all, what motivates her to study hard is not the grades themselves, but at least the act of learning itself must be interesting enough for her!

She was more interested in humanities than sciences, which made studying humanities easier for her.

After all, interest is the best teacher.

After completing the final classical Chinese question, Mo Xueyao was finally able to start writing her essay.

She glanced at the hour clock on her desk, which was half the size of Mo Xueyao's palm. She had won it in a raffle when Ye Banxia treated her to dinner last time.

Although it will always gain a few minutes over time, it's still good enough to give you a general idea of ​​the time.

The time displayed above indicated that Mo Xueyao had at least one more hour to finish her essay.

With such a long time, let alone eight hundred words, you could probably write three thousand words without any problem—if you write fast enough.

Of course, in that case you'd need extra writing paper, since the one that comes with the exam paper can only hold about a thousand words at most.

With almost no time to think, Mo Xueyao knew what she wanted to write the moment she picked up the pen.

Her thoughts then drifted out.

The essay was titled "Loneliness".

The story uses concise and efficient language to tell the tale of an android who awakens from hibernation only to discover that all of humanity has been wiped out.

This story mainly expresses aversion to war, nostalgia for humanity's past, and tries its best to depict that desolation.

A great deal of ink was devoted to the description of scenery and psychology.

A thousand words of writing paper is definitely not enough.

"Teacher!" Mo Xueyao raised her hand without hesitation, "Please give me another sheet of composition paper!"

The principal sat upright on the desk, without reacting.

It wasn't until Mo Xueyao called out a second time that he shook his head slightly, and his sunglasses slipped down to his nose, allowing her to see his weathered and cloudy eyes.

Without saying much, a brand new composition paper was handed to her. The principal also placed a stapler on her desk, indicating that she should staple the composition paper to the test paper after she finished writing, so that it wouldn't get lost when it was collected.

An hour was still not enough time for Mo Xueyao.

Just as the clear sound of the copper bell rang, she also wrote her last sentence.

This brought a meaningful end to the short story.

Roughly speaking, she wrote about two thousand words. If she hadn't been writing too slowly and had to cut some of her ideas, she probably could have written even more.

Creating is indeed a fun thing.

Whether it's design drawings or writing a novel, the same principle applies.

Mo Xueyao stretched out a big yawn, feeling incredibly satisfied.

"The people at the back will pass the exam papers forward," the principal said calmly, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his breast pocket.

The students hurriedly passed the test papers forward one by one. Xuan Anyi took advantage of the few seconds it took to collect the test papers to write a sentence, and then let out a slightly regretful sigh.

Although she didn't ask for extra writing paper, it looked like her paper was already full of writing.

I wonder what kind of science fiction stories she wrote?

Mo Xueyao suddenly thought that it would be great if the school had its own science fiction magazine, so that maybe her story could be published—yes, she was quite confident in her story.

That's for sure. Even if they don't say it, every student with good grades is actually very confident in themselves.

It is difficult for a person who lacks self-confidence to climb higher step by step.

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Chapter 110 Learning to Do Business

"How did you do on the midterm exams?" the father asked casually as they returned to the fruit shop.

"It's alright." Mo Xueyao never liked to make definitive statements.

Are they in the top ten?

"perhaps……?"

"Keep it up! You need to be in the top ten every time to have a chance of getting into a top university. Studying is a long marathon."

"You've said that so many times..." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "So tired—I'm going home after dinner."

"Going back so soon? Aren't you going to stay here with your old man?" the father teased.

"Why would I keep you company?" Mo Xueyao glanced at him sideways. "I don't even keep Wanyan company, why would I keep you company?"

In fact, after a day of exams, Mo Xueyao also felt a bit tired, as if she had overused her brain.

Mental work can also be very physically demanding.

All she wants now is to have a nice dinner, then ride her bicycle home in the rain, take a nice, relaxing shower, and then lie down on her soft bed.

Although Li Wanyan really wanted Mo Xueyao to sleep with her, the small bed was too narrow. It was fine to sleep there occasionally, but if the two of them slept there for several days in a row, they would probably experience back pain.

Moreover, sleep quality will be very poor.

She is not a selfish person, nor is she someone who doesn't know how to put herself in others' shoes.

Or rather, she has always been a very strong girl.