University.
Over the four or five years spent there, students had to go through countless exams, and among them was one subject that anyone who had attended university would surely know well—
—English Level Four.
Its full name was the College English Level Four Exam, or CET-4.
The reason no one could be unfamiliar with it was that during university, the vast majority of students in nearly every major had to face this exam.
Was it highly valuable?
No, not at all. As a basic language exam, its value was infinitely close to zero. But precisely because of that, it was simply too basic—
Like a brick that was practically mandatory when building a house, it meant most people had to take it.
Other than at some schools where passing Level Four was one of the graduation requirements, its greatest use lay in employment.
Any remotely decent job would usually have passing Level Four as a hard requirement. But if anyone expected it to offer some kind of advantage beyond that—
Then Fang Ran thought they were dreaming.
It was merely proof that one's basic English proficiency met the standard.
In short—
Passing it proved nothing.
But if someone failed—
That could prove a few things.
"So."
The Cabin, Saturday morning, clear winter weather.
Sitting at the small table, Ming Ling's entire posture and tone collapsed in utter indifference after learning what had happened.
"This guy looked like he was facing a deadly enemy because he has to take English Level Four in a little while!??"
Worn out in body and mind from watching endless family social obligations pile up near the end of the year, she had, as usual, come looking for her girlfriend to spend the weekend together and heal her soul.
But Xia Yao had apologetically declined,