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Written test, quick answer, interview.

These are the three items of selection.Of course, the initial test is a written test, which is equivalent to an exam. Everyone stays in their seats and finishes the paper in front of them.

The only difference is probably - is this paper a bit too thick?

In addition to the fact that the number of words in the previous selection and filling-in-the-blank questions is still limited, the next big question is that you can't wait to fill a sheet of paper with just the questions.

It can be seen that it is a special exam exclusively for the masters of learning and even the gods of learning. It makes people unable to control the urge to tear up the paper.

It's also hard for those examiners to stare so conscientiously until the end. No, it is already a very suffocating thing for them to produce such a paper.

Tara flipped through the paper quickly, almost being doubled by the dense letters and symbols.She looked up and found Peter, and she stared at him for a long time—almost blushing—then she looked away and sighed resignedly.

The end of the pen tapped the paper, and Tara sank.

With so many brick books kindly provided by Peter, these problems should not cause Tara much trouble.In this way, she immediately became conspicuous in this "examination room".

Imagine that when you are taking an exam, the people around you are scribbling and writing, and you can hear her clear page turning sound every once in a while...

If you say you are not angry, you say you are not angry.

Anyway, the poor little fellow in the "examination room" felt very distressed, not only piercing her heart, but also wanted to paste the test paper in her face on her face.

We are stumbling here, already heartbroken for our own brains, and we don't even have time to mourn for those brain cells who died heroically, but now we still have to accept the crushing of IQ?

It's so hard to be human :)

Tara didn't care what other people thought.Even if someone broke down on the spot, it has nothing to do with her.

Only after finishing the examination paper can she join her little spider.What, isn't that reason enough?

It has been less than a year to accept the normal education system, no, maybe not even half a year, and Tara has no sense of checking the test paper last night at all.I don't even look at who is teaching her how to learn. Don't expect them to think about checking if they are geniuses.

So Miss Spider Fairy quickly made another arrogant move that filled the audience with hatred—she straightened the paper, put on the cap of her pen, and handed in the paper without squinting.

Turning around, she opened the door and came back to Peter: "Let's go now?" She paused briefly, and added, "Do you want to chat with your friends for a while?"

"Uh..." Peter looked at the group of guys whose eyes were about to jump out of gossip, and scratched the curly hair on the back of his head, "Forget it, let's go, Harry should be waiting."

Of course Harry wasn't waiting, Young Master Osborne was very busy.

Tara nodded noncommittally, and suddenly said after a while: "How am I?"

"What?" Peter was taken aback by her sudden question, and turned his head in a daze.

So Tara repeated it patiently: "What do you think of my performance?"

This question seems to be asking for praise.After Peter understood it, his eyes widened immediately, as if he couldn't believe that this sentence was actually uttered from Tara's mouth.

"What?" Tara raised her eyebrows and kept walking, but her face moved closer, "I thought I performed well?"

"You, you, you, don't come close!" Peter waved his hands in the air in a panic, and was finally defeated by Tara's smirk, "...you will definitely pass."

"That's it?" Miss Spider Spirit was not satisfied with this answer, "There is no such thing as 'you are great', 'you are very good', 'good job'?"

Poor Peter was silent for a little longer this time.He himself couldn't figure it out, obviously it wasn't something difficult to say, but why when he was facing this girl, his throat suddenly stuck, so that he couldn't even pronounce half a syllable.

He is still hesitating here, but Tara has already lowered her eyes helplessly: "Forget it, I will make it difficult for you." She raised her hand and hooked the neck of the person around her, artificially telling him to look up, and rushed to him again. Before he could react, he withdrew his hand, "Let's go, go and visit our hardworking Mr. President!"

"Hey! Wait, wait!" Peter didn't have time to be ashamed of the tender touch on his neck, and grabbed the girl's arm, "Wait a minute."

"Huh?" Tara tilted her head to look at him suspiciously, "I walked too fast?"

"No, it's not." Peter, who caught people subconsciously and didn't think about anything at all, almost felt that he had nothing to hide from the girl's confused gaze.

God!What is he doing!The screams of the villain in Peter's heart almost stunned him, and it would be even better to find another wall to bump against.

He just, just felt that the little girl's lost expression, which only had time to remain in his peripheral vision for a second or even half a second, was a little, a little...

It's a bit pitiful, like a small animal whose fur has been wet by water.

He knew, he knew, it was really strange to put this metaphor on Tara, and no one would find it strange, but his short moment was real, and he wanted to rub her head.

Has she ever looked like this before?Every time I panicked, resisted and pushed away over and over again.

His mouth seemed a little out of control.

"...You are great, you are the most powerful person in the audience! You didn't even see the expressions of other people! They were all stunned!" At the beginning, there was still a little hesitation, and then it became more and more smooth, and at the end, This is already a little spider full of vitality and sparkling eyes.

"Oops!" Tara's eyes widened for a rare occasion, and she moved her hand beside her, and couldn't help pinching his face. "How can someone be as cute as you?"

"What, what!" Peter rubbed his face, unable to speak clearly, his eyes were watery.like a puppy.

"Say I like you!" Tara bent her eyes in a good mood, looking as if she wanted to hug his face and kiss him directly.

After finally saving his face from the girl's grasp, he didn't know whether it was red from being rubbed or he was shy again.

"You, why are you..." He pursed his lips, blinked his eyes hard twice, his eyebrows trembled, and looked a little nervous, "You really..."

He couldn't finish.Tara interrupted him: "Well, I'm serious."

So the two stopped talking.

They probably feel that the other party's eyes are a little too good-looking now.

Otherwise, why can't I move my eyes?

The author has something to say: I don’t know why it suddenly became like this [cover mouth]