The group’s favorite little Fuwa in the rebirth era

After the school anniversary is the midterm exam.

The seats for school exams are randomly arranged. Su Qinghe is lucky and takes the exam in his own class almost every time.

This time, even more so, you can take the exam directly in your seat without moving, just clean the table.

It took three whole days of exams before I was free. At the end of the last subject, my brain cells were spinning for several days, and everyone was tortured to the point of lying on the table unable to move.

Even Su Qinghe couldn't bear it. She didn't know if it was her misunderstanding. She felt that this exam was more difficult than before.

Especially when it comes to mathematics, the overall difficulty is much higher, and it even involves content that I have not learned before.

While eating, Han Wenjie was still complaining that the questions were much more difficult this time, "What's going on with these teachers."

Su Qinghe picked up a piece of sweet and sour short ribs and said, "Maybe it's because of the competition."

Starting from their current class, the school began to recruit students for competitions. Su Qinghe was very familiar with some topics because of his experience in competitions. They were all competition routines.

But they are a bit late. They cannot catch up with this year's competition and can only wait until next year to participate. The teachers at the school should have given them a good idea.

This level of difficulty may not always be maintained. Although they have to participate in competitions, they still have to pass the college entrance examination in the end.

Compared with Han Wenjie's uneasiness, He Anyian and others were much calmer.

"It's okay, everyone is the same." The exam is over anyway, so there's no point complaining.

After hearing what they said, Han Wenjie looked angrily at the person who was slowly peeling the shrimp, "Do you think she looks the same?"

Unexpectedly, I heard several people say in unison: "We are all used to it."

After being beaten by her for so many years, they all fell in love with her, so Han Wenjie still struggled every time and ended up asking for trouble.

After hearing their words, Su Qinghe looked up and smiled sweetly at them, dipped the freshly peeled shrimp into the prepared dipping sauce, and bit into his mouth.

Yeah, it's delicious, the shrimp meat is firm and delicious, and it's quite big.

That is, Su Qinghe looked at her dirty hands and thought it would be nice if she didn't have to peel them off herself.

Seafood is not available in the school cafeteria every day, and it is now past the shrimp season. I didn’t expect it to be available today.

In fact, Su Qinghe would not eat these seafood at school in normal times. It is not because he is afraid that it is not fresh. The ingredients in the school are very fresh and the chefs cook them well.

She just found it troublesome. Every time she finished eating, her hands smelled like seafood and it was difficult to clean them off. Moreover, she was already eating slowly, and eating seafood became even slower.

Although they would all wait for her, Su Qinghe was embarrassed to always ask them to accommodate her.

However, she may be in a good mood today, and suddenly she wants to eat shrimps. She peels them one after another. The rice she just took two bites of is almost cold, and she is still peeling the shrimps.

"I'll peel it for you. You finish your meal quickly." Song Zhijun on the side couldn't stand it anymore after finishing his meal.

How could this person peel a perfectly good shrimp like this, without even a single piece of intact shrimp meat, and look like he was eating it very well?

There was still half of the shrimp left, and everyone else thought it was troublesome to eat the shrimp and didn't want to get their hands on it. Su Qinghe was the only one who ate happily.

"No need." As soon as Su Qinghe finished speaking, she saw that Song Zhijun had peeled off a whole shrimp and put it in the bowl in front of her.

"Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold."

Seeing this, Su Qinghe no longer refused, eating one bite of rice, one bite of vegetables, and one bite of shrimp, enjoying the meal.

Half a plate of shrimps was quickly peeled by Song Zhijun, many times faster than her. The moved Su Qinghe promised, "Junjun, next time you want to eat seafood, I will peel them for you."

Seeing how happy she was eating, Song Zhijun was too embarrassed to refuse, so he asked her to peel the shrimps for her. Maybe she had finished the meal and hadn't finished peeling them yet.

The teachers at their school have always been very fast in correcting papers. By Friday, the scores for all subjects were out, and even the rankings were settled.

When I arrived at school early in the morning, I saw a lot of people gathered around the bulletin board. The same thing happened when I got to the classroom. They all gathered around to watch.

"Is there a score on this?" Su Qinghe sat down and looked at the blocked front door with some confusion.

The tradition of their school has always been that the school bulletin board only has the top twenty students in the grade, the class only has the top ten students in the class, and the top three students in each subject, and the scores will not appear on it at all.

With just a few names, Su Qinghe didn't understand how they could look at them for so long.

The first class was a Chinese class. As soon as the teacher walked in, everyone's attention was on the stack of test papers in her hand.

Even Su Qinghe couldn't help but look at it. Her weakest point in Chinese language in her previous life was composition, but that was probably because she had an extra lifetime in this life.

There are also people who read more books. After all, in the era without electronic products, the only way to pass the time was to read books. My composition has improved a lot than before.

"Everyone, please take out the unfinished test papers from the last class."

Unexpectedly, the Chinese teacher put the test paper directly on the podium without any intention of handing it out.

"Teacher, test paper." Someone couldn't help but remind her.

The Chinese teacher smiled softly and said, "I'll send it after class."

It completely wipes out everyone’s expectations of wanting to know the score now.

It was not until the get out of class was about to end and the test papers were finished. With everyone's great anticipation, they saw the Chinese teacher coming down with a pile of scored test papers and handing them out one by one in person.

The first one belonged to Su Qinghe. Su Qinghe saw the bright red numbers on it at first glance.

"Keep it up." The Chinese teacher patted her on the shoulder with a smile in her voice.

Su Qinghe looked through the test paper and saw that points would be deducted for the reading comprehension and composition at the end.

"Hey." As soon as Su Qinghe finished reading, the test paper in his hand was snatched away.

When Su Qinghe wanted to get it, people were already crowded in front of the test paper, and Su Qinghe had no choice but to remind them.

"Don't break my test paper."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

"We will definitely be careful and careful."

"This is a score I will never get in my life. I will definitely keep it carefully."

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became, and Su Qinghe couldn't listen anymore.

It is because of the terrifying existence of Su Qinghe, otherwise everyone's level is not bad, and their current scores are enough for them to go to a good university.

Especially if you want to apply to foreign universities, this score is enough. As long as you get some more valuable awards, you will not be able to escape from key foreign universities.

But it was because of Su Qinghe that everyone in the class was so motivated that almost every exam their average score was much higher than that of other classes.

This made the teachers in other classes so jealous that they wanted to take Su Qinghe to their class.

The next day, as long as it was the main class, almost every teacher came in with a stack of test papers in their hands.

Each teacher’s class habits are different. Some teachers like to report their scores on it and ask everyone to go up and get it. Some teachers only report their names, and some just ask their classmates to hand it out directly.

The most social type is the first one. Su Qinghe really feels embarrassed. Some teachers ask you to go up and ask you to analyze why you got that question wrong and say what you shouldn't do.