Lin Meng Qiu felt a little strange about it too.
The Stinking Taoist was sitting in her chair but using that annoying cicada's desk. What kind of cobbled-together desk arrangement was this?
Still, the food Chen Shi'an had brought back smelled delicious. The hungry Class Monitor ate her fill, and her frustration over doing poorly on the morning's Chinese exam eased considerably.
"Didn't do well in Chinese, Class Monitor?"
"...Mm."
Lin Meng Qiu sat eating with her head lowered slightly. Chen Shi'an had moved his desk, which had been separated from hers for the exam, back beside hers.
"How did you do?"
"Average."
"The math exam this afternoon might be really hard too."
"You know that too, Class Monitor?"
"Just a feeling."
"Is harder better, or easier?" "...Harder. It lets you widen the gap in scores."
"So you're hoping it'll be harder, Class Monitor?"
"...Harder is better-"
Lin Meng Qiu finished eating, pulled out a tissue, and delicately wiped her mouth before tidying up her lunch container and the desktop.
Since math was one of her strong subjects, Lin Meng Qiu naturally hoped for a harder exam. Harder questions would let her widen the gap between her score and everyone else's.
But too hard wasn't good either. Making an exam so difficult that nobody could solve it was just as much a failure in question-setting as making it so easy that everyone could. Taking exams was a discipline, and so was setting them.
Thinking back to the last Weekly Test, the questions had actually been moderately difficult, yet Chen Shi'an had still scored full marks, just like her.
The girl had to admit that the guy who hadn't even known what x and y represented two months ago had now become an opponent she couldn't underestimate in math.
She suddenly