The first affiliated high school.

Mo Qing completed the admission procedures and walked out of the Academic Affairs Office with two orders.

"Mo Qing?"

A doubtful voice fell from the oblique side.

Mo Qing looked up.

The young man leaned against the wall, wearing a casual shirt and trousers, and his figure was straight. He took off a headphone, held a cell phone in his hand, looked over with his head, his eyes were like peach blossoms, his eyes were slightly bent and raised, and he also had a touch of casual elegance.

"It's me." Mo Qing said indifferently.

"My name is Song Yiyuan, your class teacher." Song Yiyuan put his headphones and mobile phone into his pocket, walked towards Mo Qing, reached out to take the list in her hand, confirmed it was correct, and folded it twice, "I will help you pick up the books and school uniforms later, you can take the exam with me first."

"oh."

Ink is pierced behind him.

"Have you ever been to school?" Song Yiyuan asked casually.

"Um."

"how long?"

After thinking about it carefully, Mo Qing replied lazily: "A few days."

Danger!

Song Yiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and instantly pulled the expectation to a negative infinity: "Then are you literate?"

"Know." Mo Qing's tone was careless.

"Oh." Song Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I won't ask about foreign languages. What about arithmetics? Have you learned addition, subtraction, multiplication and division?"

“…”

"Have you memorized the nine-nine multiplication table?"

“…”

"If you want me, you should hire a home to teach for a year or two before experiencing life..." Song Yiyuan regretted letting her enter his class and kept persuading her.

Mo Qing endured it again and again, became impatient, and frowned and swept over a cold eye.

When she was swept by her eyes, Song Yiyuan suddenly shivered. Thinking of her "non-human" identity, she sighed in her heart. Then she pinched her fingers and pulled her mouth with a "shut-up" gesture.

Song Yiyuan arranged a classroom for Mo Qing, and there was no one inside.

He asked Mo Qing to find a seat to sit down, then walked to the podium, took out a few test papers, answer sheets, two pens and a few draft papers.

"The test questions were selected from the last semester joint examination paper," Song Yiyuan put a bunch of things on Mo Qing's table, "There is not much question, I'll give you two hours."

"OK."

Mo Qing took out a test paper casually, it was mathematics, and she glanced at the questions.

"I'll get you a book and school uniform." He clenched his fist and pressed against Mo Qing's desk. Song Yiyuan glanced at the front and back doors. After confirming that there was no one, he leaned over and whispered, "This is the classroom of our Class 7, and students are not used to taking books home."

He didn't even think about writing the word "cheating" on his forehead.

"It's so troublesome," Mo Qing pinched a pen and turned it around, "Or, you can just give me a standard answer."

"I……"

Song Yiyuan almost choked to death by her.

He stretched out his finger and pointed her at Void. Song Yiyuan gritted his teeth: "I have professional ethics."

Anyway, "Minglu" was all pointed to Mo Qing, so Song Yiyuan went to collect the items for Mo Qing after giving it to him. In order to free up time for Mo Qing, he was slow to return with his books and school uniform.

Mo Qing is still doing the questions.

She was perfunctory and supported her with one hand, and sometimes wrote a few strokes. She was like a candidate who gave up on the exam completely, and filled the answers while waiting to hand in the paper.

One of her legs reached the front bumper of the desk. She was wearing shorts, her legs were exposed, slender and symmetrical, her soles were slanted on the horizontal bar, and she had a tattoo on one side of her ankle.

Song Yiyuan took a look.

"How is it written?" She placed the items on the front table and Song Yiyuan walked over.

Mo Qing glanced at the test paper placed in the upper left corner of the desk.

She finished three subjects, mathematics, physics, and chemistry. The answers were only written on the test paper and had not filled in the answer sheet yet.

Song Yiyuan picked up the test paper she had finished and wrote the answers to each question, with a decent attitude. However, as she looked at it, Song Yiyuan felt something was wrong.

"Did Hoth ask you to memorize the answer?" Song Yiyuan pressed the test paper on the table, his face turning green.

"without."

Mo Qing paused his pen tip, and it was inexplicable.

"Stop fooling me." Song Yiyuan took a breath and gritted his teeth and whispered, "You wrote all the correct answers, but you only fill in the answers for your big questions, and you don't have a single step..."

Song Yiyuan knocked on the table with heartache: "What is the answer if you don't memorize?"

And this answer is memorized without any technical content!

I can see through it at a glance!

Do you think it’s troublesome to memorize two extra steps for solving problems?!

Mo Qing was speechless.

Is it so hard to do a question?

"Forget it, I don't ask you to get a high score. You forget all the answers you memorized." Song Yiyuan pulled out the answer sheet and pressed it on the test paper. "You fill in the answer sheet directly and do whatever you want, so I can hand in the job."

After a moment of pause, Mo Qing picked up the answer sheet and glanced at it.

Tsk.

There are so many things to do.

...

Half an hour later.

Mo Qing filled in all the answer sheets and filled in the blanks, then knocked on the table, attracting Song Yiyuan over.

Song Yiyuan approached: "So quickly? Let's take a look..."

Five minutes passed.

Song Yiyuan leaned against the desk, looked at the answer sheet woodenly, and his tongue tip gently pressed against the back teeth. He stretched out his hand, rubbed his cheeks, and chanted "Amitabha" in his heart.

"Very good." Song Yiyuan breathed slowly, his lips curled up, and he kept a stiff smile. He said to Mo Qing sincerely, "You are the student I have ever met and has the most room for development."

Mo Qing only fills in the selection and fills in the blanks.

He felt that Mo Qing could not even have any questions, and the answer was filled out casually, and the correct one was purely a blind eye.

Moreover, the accuracy rate is extremely low.

Mo Qing leaned back against the desk and agreed, "I agree with you."

“…”

Song Yiyuan felt that his internal injuries were about to be squeezed out.

I'm mocking you!

How proud are you!

"Da da da da da."

Someone passed by the corridor. Song Yiyuan looked up and saw a pretty silhouette of a girl with long hair floating and elegant temperament. She was holding a book in her arms, and her back gradually walked away.

It's Wen Yingxue.

"Did you see the girl just walked over? She is a transfer student like you, and all of her six ranks are almost full! She is known as a genius girl, and the number one prize in the market will be booked next year!" Song Yiyuan pointed at the door, but stared at Mo Qing, "Why are you not her, why can't you be her?!"

"... Although I am good at treating diseases, I have never made any breakthroughs in the field of mental illness." Mo Qing said slowly.

Song Yiyuan was stunned for two seconds and reacted: "Did you scold me for having a brain disease?"

"ah."

Mo Qing admitted frankly.

Song Yiyuan was so angry that he wanted to make somersault.

He turned around twice, and finally, he supported his hands on the table, leaned over slightly, and said to Mo Qing seriously: "You go back later today, I will give you some lessons."

“Not available.”

"What are you going to do?" Song Yiyuan collapsed, wishing to grab his hair and be the Roaring Emperor, but he still restrained himself on the surface, "You are a student. What else do you want to do besides studying?"

"Reading a book."

"What book?" Song Yiyuan was shocked.

Mo Qing took out his cell phone and brought out the book list for him to show.
To be continued...