On May 10, Yunqi No. 1 High School held its third monthly exam of the semester.
The first round of revision, which had begun with extra classes over winter break, was now more than halfway through.
Time really flew.
For the first monthly exam this semester, Chen Shi'an had taken liberal arts. Unfortunately, he had only recently started studying those subjects then, and had scored just 680, failing to beat Little Cicada;
For the second monthly exam, he had taken science at Jianzhang No. 1 High School. Now, for the third, Chen Shi'an once again chose liberal arts for the challenge.
It was a shame he had failed to beat Little Cicada last time, but this time, Chen Shi'an was brimming with confidence.
After narrowly losing to Little Cicada before, he had even been punished by having to carry her on his back three times. Surely it was her turn to wash his feet now?
Heh, and the Class Monitor, too. She wasn't getting away either.
Before the exam began, the seats in every classroom had been arranged according to examination requirements, as usual.
Chen Shi'an's desk was still pushed together with Lin Meng Qiu's.
Leisurely sipping the Class Monitor's Daily Fresh Milk, he turned to look at her with a smile.
The girl was sharpening a pencil, and Chen Shi'an was watching her little hands.
He had to admit, the Class Monitor had beautiful hands. Her five fingers were slender and long, her skin fair and soft, and even her fingertips looked clean and delicate.
She held the pencil firmly in her left hand and a craft knife in her right, carefully shaving away at it bit by bit. Pale gray pencil shavings fluttered onto the sheet of white paper laid over her desk.
Chen Shi'an couldn't help imagining