It was not until the end of the third evening self-study period.
That Chen Shi'an's Chinese paper, with its score of 145 and perfect-score classical Chinese essay, finally returned to his hands.
But before he could pick it up to look, a small, fair hand shot over from beside him and snatched the paper straight out of his hands.
Chen Shi'an: "..."
Fine, fine. The Class Monitor could have the first bite.
Lin Meng Qiu admired his paper with delight. Unlike exams at their own school, when they came out to compete against others, she felt that she and Chen Shi'an were on the same team. If the Stinking Taoist scored highly, didn't that mean their Yunqi No. 1 High School was better?
As the girl looked at the paper in her hands, her lower legs swung happily beneath the desk.
After quite a while, once she had finished her first helping, Chen Shi'an was about to reach over and take it back, but Lin Meng Qiu glared at him again and handed the paper to Yuan Xuan and Yang Chun, who were waiting pitifully in front of them.
"You two can look first..."
"Thank you, Meng Qiu~! ...It really is 145...! This essay...! How is even his handwriting this beautiful?!"
"~~~~~~"
Chen Shi'an: "..."
Seriously, now that you have good friends, you've forgotten your old deskmate? It's my paper! I have to look at it last?!
Chen Shi'an was speechless, but Lin Meng Qiu paid him no mind. Leaning forward slightly, she alternated between looking at the paper in Yuan Xuan and Yang Chun's hands and looking at their faces full of amazement and admiration. The girl felt absolutely wonderful.
When they were away from home, the Stinking Taoist really did them proud!
Chen Shi'an left them alone and