Love Letters

Chapter 279 College Entrance Examination

"There are still fifteen minutes left, hurry in."

Hu Datu was still urging him.

However, He Miao remained unmoved and kept his eyes fixed on the school gate.

"Aren't you going in now?"

"Xu Mobai hasn't arrived yet."

He Miao walked towards the teaching building while crying.

"what?"

Hu Datu finally got scared and said, "I'll go get him, you go in quickly."

"Teacher Su, please take care of her."

He glanced at Su Huimin beside him and asked for help.

"He Miao, remember to forget everything about a subject after you finish taking it, even the memory of the examinee, so as not to affect yourself. If some bastard comes out and discusses the questions, scold him to death!"

After saying that, Hu Datu touched the zongzi to He Miao's hand and said, "I wish you all the best!"

Then he walked towards the school gate without looking back.

He Miao then remembered that today was also the Dragon Boat Festival.

She even distracted herself to think about whether Hu Datu was holding a sweet or salty rice dumpling.

However, before she could react, her Chinese teacher, who was wearing a red cheongsam, pulled her towards the teaching building.

On the path leading to the teaching building, volunteer juniors from the first and second grades held banners and shouted "Good luck to the seniors in the college entrance examination, and may you win the first prize in the college entrance examination."

In this atmosphere, He Miao was so passionate and excited that he suddenly felt like crying.

This is the college entrance examination she has been talking about all the time.

I experienced other people's college entrance examinations several times, and I didn't feel anything at all.

When it was my turn, I suddenly forgot how to react.

Time passed minute by minute, and He Miao took steps subconsciously.

She had never thought that the extremely elegant Chinese teacher could climb the stairs in high heels, holding her hand, and so fast...

"Don't panic later. Just follow our usual practice and allocate your time properly. Remember to write a title for your composition, make sure to write enough words, and write beautiful words..."

The Chinese teacher, who usually breathes heavily when speaking, now talks incessantly like he is firing a cannonball.

To be honest, Su Huimin herself was also very panicked at this time.

But seeing He Miao like this, she still maintained her rationality as a teacher.

Because these precautions have been mentioned many times before, He Miao doesn't need to remember them too deliberately.

She responded and ran upstairs.

It took less than three minutes to get from the school gate to the sixth floor.

Afterwards, He Miao was examined and entered the examination room in wet clothes.

Her wet body attracted the attention of the examiner, but he did not ask too many questions.

He Miao entered the test state almost the moment he sat down.

This is the college entrance examination she has been dreaming of. She has worked hard for so long just for this moment.

The college entrance examination can be regarded as a turning point that determines her destiny.

Coupled with the repeated mock exams during this period, she almost found the feel and inspiration for normal exams after getting the test papers.

The clock on the wall ticked away regularly and rhythmically.

The electric fan on the ceiling was blowing loudly, and it began to collide with the wind coming in from the window.

Then, the coolness quickly spread throughout the classroom.

Fortunately, it was summer, so He Miao was not cold even though he was wearing wet clothes.

As time went by, her body gradually became dry.

Fifteen minutes into the exam, He Miao looked up suddenly and remembered Xu Mobai.

Her nose felt sore and she wanted to cry again.

However, time waits for no one.

Time can't wait for Xu Mobai, so naturally it won't wait for her after that.

Suddenly she remembered what Xu Mobai had told her before he left, that she should work hard together with Xu Mobai.

Thinking of this, He Miao became more motivated when writing.

The force of the pen is almost enough to penetrate the back of the paper, and the flying pen tip can be compared to a madly spinning fan.

As the sun moved from one end of the teaching building to the other, the Chinese exam time passed quickly.

Because the time is short, He Miao is very focused.

As the bell rang, the first exam of the college entrance examination was over.

As soon as the exam was over and the papers were handed in, He Miao just walked out of the classroom and suddenly burst into tears.

I can’t describe how I feel.

Is it so heavy that you want to cry? Or is it a relief?

She was too focused just now, and now she thought of Xu Mobai again, and she couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

At first I just shed tears quietly, but later I couldn't help crying out loud.

At first, only the teachers and classmates in the same class were attracted by her.

"what happened?"

"What's up with her?"

"Classmate, what's wrong with you? Are you having any problems?"

Some teachers and classmates came to ask about He Miao's situation.

He Miao wanted to cry and couldn't control her tears, but she didn't want to explain the reason, so she could only make up an excuse.

"I don't know how to do the question, it's too difficult!"

As the sound grew louder and more people gathered around, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the corridor.

"Don't cry, classmate. If it doesn't work, continue next year."

"Don't worry, this year's questions are really difficult, and I guess many people haven't been able to answer them."

"Yes, it's difficult for you and others too."

“I haven’t even finished my composition.”

"Chinese, I memorized it outside of class for a whole year, but it was all dictation in class."

"I went off topic in my Chinese composition. My first instinct was right. I thought one step further."

He Miao was not comforted by their words and still felt sad.

Suddenly thinking of her efforts over the years and today's setbacks, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

The sound came from the sixth floor, up to the rooftop, down to the first floor...

Hu Datu, who was outside the cordon on the first floor preparing to welcome the candidates, lowered the banner in his hand when he heard the voice.

He thought: It's over!

It seems that this Chinese language test is in jeopardy.

At noon, the sun was very bright.

The shadow of the tree moved over from the opposite side of the corridor little by little, casting a star-like shadow.

He Miao was still sobbing on the sixth floor, feeling indescribable discomfort in his heart.

"What seed?"

Hearing the familiar voice, He Miao was stunned for a moment, and then cried even louder.