MMB Chapter 51 Final Exam
Chapter 51 Final Exam
I had only been back for a few days when the final exams came around.
If he were in a higher grade, Luo Jinnian would definitely be extremely flustered if he hadn't reviewed the material, but he was in his third year and there was no need for him to go through the entire book again.
The part about pretending to be a top student.
The Chinese exam was in the morning. Because she hadn't been to school for exams before, and the exam rooms were assigned according to ranking, Luo Jinnian was assigned to the exam room at the bottom of the grade.
The proctor on the stage felt completely at ease, staring blankly at himself with his head down; there was absolutely no need to proctor this kind of class.
They might whisper to each other in their sleep, but they would never cheat. What kind of motivated students could get into this class?
However, since the age patrol team was constantly moving around outside, he got up and made a round of the classroom to hand over his work.
Among the many students who were sound asleep, there was one student who was doing his homework with unprecedented seriousness.
He would glance at each question and start writing immediately. This was nothing special among top students, but in the eyes of the proctor, he stood out from the crowd.
When the exam ended, he even glanced at the student's entire test paper and found that everything was correct, so it seemed that his coming to this class was indeed an accident.
When she came out, Luo Jinnian was with Gu Yanxi. Although she hadn't come back to study after finishing her acting, she still had to participate in the exam.
"What did you write in your essay? If you wanted to write about the four seasons of your hometown, you should have sewed your home into a place with distinct seasons."
"Uh... awesome, but what if writing about maternal love isn't appropriate?"
"That's different." Gu Yanxi felt that the boy in front of her was looking for trouble. Her mother was so good, and she wasn't short of material to write about her mother.
What have you been doing at home lately?
"I was also wondering what the point of staying at school is," Gu Yanxi thought for a moment, then continued, "If I were at home, I'd probably sleep all day. Filming is so tiring."
"You should take a break. Director Mo wants to film my next movie, 'Summer, Fireworks, My Corpse,' and he wants you to be the female lead. But you can choose not to."
Luo Jinnian knew that some actors were very averse to working under the same director for too long.
"Of course I'd love to! Bro, I'd definitely play the female lead in your film... By the way, you're not going to play the male lead, are you?"
Luo Jinnian touched his nose, "It is indeed him."
He was also thinking of using his status as a child star to increase his fame, and then using his influence to persuade the middle-aged woman to give up custody of him.
Since she was already there, Gu Yanxi decided to take a walk with the boy at the school.
Having been away from school for so long, she found even the duck pond that made her want to vomit suddenly interesting. The water was still the same water, and the ducks were still the same flock, waddling along in a crooked line, clumsy yet adorable.
The two sat down on chairs under the rattan canopy and started chatting.
"Are you going to be a child star forever?"
Gu Yanxi nodded: "I want to become the most influential star in the world, and then let that man know that abandoning my mother was the worst thing he ever did in his life."
Gu Yanxi felt not hatred but jealousy towards her father. She was jealous that the man had received her mother's purest love, and she wanted him to live with that regret for the rest of his life.
"And you? You probably started acting because of your mother, right?"
"Yes, I'm going to block her for life."
What makes Luo Jinnian different is that he simply hates. A middle-aged woman locking a boy under ten years old in a confined space as punishment and depriving him of food—is this really something a mother would do?
So if you ask him to write an article about his mother, he will honestly hand in a blank paper.
The leaves on the vines rustled in the wind, and sunlight streamed through the gaps, falling on the two people.
They sat side by side, each lost in their own thoughts, in a perfectly quiet atmosphere. No one spoke, but the silence wasn't unpleasant; rather, it felt like a tacit companionship.
The ducks in the duck pond quacked twice, then fell silent. In the distance came the commotion of the exams ending; some were laughing, some were running, and some were shouting, "Finally, the exams are over!"
I have a math exam this afternoon.
For Luo Jinnian, math was even less effort than Chinese. Chinese, at least, required writing essays, carefully choosing words, and filling in eight hundred neat Chinese characters on lined paper. Math was different; right was right, and wrong was wrong.
He was still sitting in that last exam room, but the people around him had changed. Some were slumped over, some were staring blankly at the ceiling, and occasionally one or two were drawing little figures on their draft paper.
Luo Jinnian received the test paper, scanned it from beginning to end, and then began to write. Fill-in-the-blank questions, multiple choice questions, calculation problems, word problems—his handwriting was neat. When he got to the last big question, he barely used the scratch paper, mentally calculated a few steps, and filled in the answer directly.
He checked it three more times and found nothing missing. He put down his pen, looked up at the clock above the blackboard, and saw that there was still almost half an hour left before the exam ended.
The surroundings remained quiet—a quiet tinged with the sounds of breathing; some were dozing, others had simply flipped their exam papers over and started drawing. Luo Jinnian didn't have the habit of handing in his paper early; he simply sat there, twirling his pen between his fingers, waiting for the bell to ring.
The proctor came down and walked around. When he passed by him, his gaze lingered on the exam paper for two seconds before he walked away.
The bell rang, and math class ended.
The English test was on the second day.
Gu Yanxi was in the same exam room as him, and the two sat very close to each other.
The two-day exams finally came to an end when the final bell rang to signal the end of the exam.
The ringing of the bell was like a signal, and the entire teaching building erupted in chaos almost simultaneously.
The end of this exam means that winter break is just around the corner.
When Luo Jinnian came out of the examination room, the sun was shining brightly. The afternoon light slanted into the corridor, casting a warm glow on everyone's faces. He tucked his pencil case under his arm and slowly walked out.
At the school gate, he ran into Gu Yanxi again. Today she was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt, her hair was loose, and she was holding a bottle of iced tea that she had bought from somewhere and that wasn't yet tied to the school. She was taking a big gulp of it.
"The exam is over," she said, her tone light and relieved.
"The exam is over." Luo Jinnian nodded.
The two stood there, two or three steps apart. Behind them, students poured out one after another, some cheering "We're free!", some already discussing where to go that night, and others comparing answers.
"What are your plans for winter break?" Gu Yanxi asked.
"Filming," Luo Jinnian said. "Director Mo's crew is about to start shooting."
"Then I'll go back and wait for your call." Gu Yanxi tightened the lid on her iced tea, waved to him, and said, "See you later, bro."
"Okay, I'm leaving."
She didn't turn around; her ponytail swayed on her shoulder, and her steps were as light as a bird released from its cage. Luo Jinnian watched her retreating figure, then turned and walked in another direction.
A few boys were playing soccer on the playground, ducks were quacking in the duck pond, and the wind rustled through the rattan trellis. Everything was exactly the same as before the exam.
Luo Jinnian walked home, his schoolbag so light it was almost weightless. He was thinking about the new movie that was about to start filming, his plans, and the works he would be copying next.
I don't know when "Going Out at Eighteen" will be published. He wants to join the Writers Association as soon as possible. Director Mo is giving him a lot of money. He can treat everyone well in the rented room tomorrow.