After a simple rebirth

The time for the Chinese exam passed quickly. I quickly went to the toilet, found my schoolbag at the door, and immediately reviewed historical materials.

Wang Zhi saw her reviewing seriously at the door and felt that she was being too pretentious and he disliked her.

"You fat bitch, stop pretending to review here. No matter how hard you try, you won't do well in the exam. There's no way you can surpass Ou Jin and the others to get first place."

Fu Ying was too lazy to pay attention to him. Her thinking level was not at the same level as his. Reviewing is one's own business. You don't have to get first place in the exam to work hard. Insisting on reviewing before the exam is the self-salvation and psychological comfort of self-taught students.

I felt that the time was almost up, so I prepared to enter the examination room. "What do you care about me?" I said to Wang Zhi and then lined up to be checked by the teacher.

History is easy, mostly multiple choice questions, if you are unsure, just reverse the answer based on what you know and choose the best answer. After finishing, start to check slowly.

Suddenly, something poked her back. Fu Ying thought it was an illusion or the person behind her was careless, so she didn't pay much attention to it. After a while, she felt the pen poking her back again, with more force. Fu Ying was a little angry and tilted her head slightly.

"Show me the answers to the multiple-choice questions, I don't know how to do them!" the boy in the back row said in a low voice.

Fu Ying was even more angry. This person must be sick. If he can't do the test paper, then he won't do it. Why cheat? This kind of person doesn't care whether others are willing or not, whether they know each other or not, and forces others to do it.

Fu Ying ignored him. She was originally leaning against the back of the seat, but now she leaned forward with her butt only sitting 1/3 of the way up, to make sure he couldn't poke her or she would be easily seen by the teacher.

Seeing how anxious he was, the student at the back desk couldn’t reach Fu Ying, so he could only urge her quietly, “Hurry up, turn to the multiple-choice questions, go down the test paper, I’ll only copy the multiple-choice questions!”

Fu Ying was indifferent and ignored this kind of person. There was no grudge or hatred, and there was no evidence. Fu Ying didn't want to report him directly for plagiarism, so she just ignored him. If he continued, or went even further, the invigilator would not be a pushover.

Sure enough, after he urged again, the invigilator pretended to walk over here and coughed a few times.

"Everyone, pay attention to the exam. Anyone found cheating will be reported to your school for punishment."

After the history exam, I was preparing to eat. I didn’t plan to go back to the classroom at noon, so I took a nap here and turned on the air conditioner.

"Students from Class 1 sit on the left, and students from Class 2 sit on the right. Bring your schoolbags in, and the student on duty goes to get food." Fu Ying forgot who the monitor of Class 2 was, and she didn't care. The teacher wasn't there, so she just divided the area according to the seats on the left and right sides of the lecture hall. If there were people who got along well with other classes, they could sit in the back, it didn't matter.

I thought about it while eating and forgot who was on duty today, but in this situation there had to be someone watching at the podium.

She remembered that there was a deputy monitor named Zhu Fuhua, because her good friend who was secretly in love with when she was in junior college was named Chen Fuhua, and because the two names were too similar, she always pronounced the name wrong, so she remembered it very clearly.

Zhu Fuhua was not in the same class with me before. He was transferred to the key class in the third grade of junior high school. I heard that he often went to Class 2 and had a lot of fun there, so I let him be on duty. It just so happened that I was taking a nap.

I seemed to have seen him when handing out homework these two days, but I had never seen him face to face. It would be embarrassing if I recognized the wrong person. So Fu Ying chose to shout out, "Zhu Fuhua, where are you?"

A voice came from the back row of the classroom, "What's going on? Who's looking for me?" The person who spoke was tall, thin and had acne. There was a girl next to her, who seemed to be in the same class as well.

Oh no, premature love.

Fu Ying ignored him and said, "Come here, I'll tell you."

"What are you doing?" The boy came over slowly. Usually Fu Ying didn't ask him to help her unless there was something important. She was the one who took care of everything and she just put her name on it.