A Young Woman's Heart

"it is good."

"All the best high schools in the city participated this time. I wonder if they can still get into the top five... or even the top ten would be considered very impressive."

"Have you lost confidence?"

"No matter what, we're just regular high school students."

"If Yaoyao hadn't had the surgery, she would be a high school senior now."

“But there are gaps between top high schools. There’s still a significant difference between the first and third place schools.” Mo Xueyao sighed. “There are always people better than you, and there’s always something beyond your reach. I feel like Xiaoxue is the one with the best chance on our side.”

Speaking of Mr. Xue, even Li Wanyan sighed softly with a hint of helplessness: "He is not from our world."

"Yes, I always felt that even if Xiaoxue went to Tsinghua or Peking University, she could still be one of the top students there."

He is the epitome of a dragon among men, so compared to him, Yukong High School seems like a small temple.

……

(two)

Mo Xueyao was in the same examination room as Li Wanyan, which was a rare occasion.

And they were sitting at desks right in front of and behind each other.

She was in front, while Yi was sitting behind.

My seat was next to the window, and the breeze carried spring grass seeds into the classroom, making it feel as if I could already smell the scent of spring.

"Wanyan, Wanyan, Wanyan~" Mo Xueyao hummed a strange song, "Two Wanyans, two Wanyans, running fast..."

"Have you prepared all the stationery?" Li Wanyan asked casually, completely unaffected by her question.

"Yes, I brought everything. I can borrow anything I don't have." Mo Xueyao stopped reciting her lines and instead hummed a soothing melody softly from her throat, her fingers idly circling Li Wanyan's back.

"Alright, now it's time to prepare for the exam. After the test papers are handed out, write your name first, then look at the questions. Carefully read the answer sheet and questionnaire. You can start answering the questions when the bell rings."

There were two proctors in the classroom, making it much more formal than any previous final exam.

Perhaps it's also to let students experience what the college entrance examination feels like in advance.

Mo Xueyao took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous, but the thought of having the chance to defeat many students from top high schools made her excited.

She wondered if the leaders of No. 14 Middle School, who had to postpone their enrollment due to surgery, would regret it if she really did well on the exam.

Maybe then he'll be crying and begging her to come to his school.

Of course, that's actually impossible.

Unless they can leave the top students far behind, for them it's just a matter of losing one top student.

In those kinds of high schools, average top students aren't exactly rare.

The first subject, as usual, is Chinese.

It is also one of the subjects with the longest exam time.

Mo Xueyao also turned to the page for the essay, as usual.

"No wonder I felt there were so many test papers this time..." Mo Xueyao was speechless, because the composition was a short essay with a very simple title, which asked students to share their thoughts after reading the essay.

It seems like there's unlimited room for creativity, but it's also the type of question most likely to go off-topic. If you're not good at writing essays, you might find yourself lost.

More importantly, the article is not an argumentative essay or an expository essay, but a prose piece.

The style is similar to that of Zhu Ziqing, like a diary, simply recording some small things in life and describing some scenery seen.

Whether it has any deeper meaning or not is up to the students to figure out for themselves.

As expected, this is a much higher-level exam paper; the difficulty level has been pushed to its absolute limit this time.

Mo Xueyao flipped back to the beginning and paused slightly.

This time, there were more questions related to literary knowledge.

While it existed before, it wasn't in such large quantities.

For example, they might take a short excerpt from a novel and ask whether it was written by Kafka or Ba Jin...

The key point is that although some books are called required extracurricular readings, they are not actually included in the textbooks.

This requires the use of extracurricular knowledge.

The most outrageous thing is that they even tested us on novels by Jin Yong and Gu Long, and the question wasn't just about who wrote it, but about what story this passage tells.

Although it's a multiple-choice question, and even guessing has a 40% chance of being right, it still has a slightly deliberately difficult feel to it.

Fortunately, Mo Xueyao often reads novels, otherwise she might not have been able to answer some of the questions.

If there were an Olympiad in Chinese language, then this would fall into the category of Olympiad questions.

"I'm determined to widen the gap..." Mo Xueyao muttered softly, working on each question carefully at a slower pace than usual.

For others, this could kill a lot of brain cells.

In fact, there are quite a few people in the exam room scratching their heads right now.

But for Mo Xueyao, it was quite novel and interesting, and it even made her feel a bit challenged.

Just like playing a game, it's never boring.

It's a pity the results can't be given immediately, otherwise she really wanted to see if she had answered all the questions correctly.

……

(three)

After the morning's Chinese class ended, the students finally had a considerable amount of time to relax.

Knowing that the exam questions would be very difficult, Yukong High School deliberately allocated a relatively large amount of time.

There are only two exams today: Chinese in the morning and math in the afternoon. It's the same for both arts and science students.

With more than an hour to go before lunch, the students left the exam hall and returned to their respective classrooms, while some went for a walk on the playground.

Even Li Hongran didn't choose to play ball on the playground today.

With the absence of first and second-year high school students, the school felt somewhat empty even during the free time for the third-year students.

Mo Xueyao and the others naturally ran to the band room, a 'refuge' that other students couldn't enjoy.

Just because they're not in the same teaching building gives one a feeling of being far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

“Da da da, da da da da la…” Hua Yinyin was playing the pipa, and Mo Xueyao was humming along softly beside her.

The sky in the distance was so gray it looked like it had been coated with cement; you couldn't see the sun or any clouds at all.

Mo Zhuyou lay in her sister's arms, who was smiling and gently massaging her temples.

"This Chinese exam was so hard!" Wang Jiale complained. "There are so many things we haven't learned before!"

“Aren’t those essential extracurricular reading materials?” Hua Yinyin stopped what she was doing and winked smugly. “Hmph, you guys are usually too lazy to read them, but luckily I did, and they came in handy this time.”

"Tch, just you wait, I'll definitely get my revenge on the English exam!" Wang Jiale glared angrily, "Maybe there will be a lot of knowledge points that I haven't studied much before!"

"English..." Mo Xueyao didn't feel much pressure, after all, she was someone who could communicate fluently with foreign friends through English letters.

"Class monitor, how did you do in Chinese this time? Did you answer all the questions correctly?"

"It's alright." Li Wanyan nodded without any sign of worry or joy.

"Ugh, the most annoying thing this time was still that essay! It was such a long passage, I didn't have much time to write the essay after reading it, so I wrote the rest in a super rushed way!" Wang Jiale lightly patted the table. "Damn it, the test papers from the senior high school are too difficult, it's like they're deliberately making things difficult for us!"

"Maybe this is the level of difficulty they usually face?"

Mo Zhuyou stretched out her hand, like a zombie about to crawl out of a coffin: "Hoo-hoo—how is Xiaoxue?"

"It's quite interesting."

"what?"

"A little more challenging than usual exams, is that what Xiaoxue means?" Mo Xueyao felt that she and Mr. Xue probably shared the same opinion.

"Hmm, that's getting interesting." Mr. Xue nodded with a smile, looking completely in control.

People don't feel any jealousy or disgust towards him at all; the gap between them is too big, so they won't have any negative feelings towards him.

All that remained were unspoken words of praise.

To put it bluntly, whenever Mr. Xue does something, people can't think of a better word to describe it than "awesome".

"It's math this afternoon, I hope they won't actually be doing advanced math problems?" Wang Jiale asked worriedly.

"Maybe they'll actually present some advanced math problems, or one or two really difficult ones, and if you answer correctly you can get extra points on top of the full marks?"

"No way?"

"I think...it's very possible." Mo Xiaoxiao gently pinched her younger sister's cheek and swayed it from side to side with a smile.

Wang Jiale and Mo Zhuyou exclaimed in unison, "God, help us!"

……

Chapter 150 Staying at School a Little Longer

The last exam on the last day of the semester has finally come to an end.

After being on edge for dozens of days, Mo Xueyao finally had the leisure to slowly walk out of the classroom and take a look at the sunset with its gradually changing colors.

The upper half is pale yellow, and the red gets deeper as you go down.

The cotton-like clouds were set ablaze by the enormous furnace in the sky, resembling clusters of flames that would never burn out.

Although I will be preparing for the college entrance examination in full swing after the winter vacation, at least I can rest well during this period.

The rare relaxation after tension makes people feel especially enjoyable.

Students were leaving the various examination rooms, walking in twos and threes directly towards the open school gate.

Only a small number of students who had been assigned cleaning duties in advance had to return to the classroom.

—Struggling against the flow of people in that crowded mass.

"Wanyan, I won't go back to the classroom. I'll wait for you on the playground."