Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 512 Qiao Yimo Is Qing Qing Himself?
Someone in the class also noticed Fu Zhiying's strange expression and vacillating eyes, so he asked in a low voice, "Student Fu, don't be nervous, it's just a quiz in class. You are new here anyway, so it doesn't matter if you don't do well in the first exam." It doesn't matter."

Fu Zhiying turned around and smiled, "Thank you, I'm not nervous."

To be nervous is also to be nervous for someone, ha ha!
After the test papers were handed out, the venue quickly fell silent.

Fu Zhiying held the test paper in her hand and curled her thin lips slightly. Although she didn't go to college and had been studying piano all the time, these were the contents of the third year of high school, which was easy for her, without any pressure at all.

A glint of complacency flashed in Fu Zhiying's eyes. It turned out that the test papers in S City were so simple, no wonder someone became the top scorer in the college entrance examination.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhiying turned her head slightly, and glanced at Qiao Yimo in the front right from the corner of her eye.

I saw Qiao Yimo crossing her legs, propping her chin with one hand, and playing with a pen with the other.

After a while, she began to fill in the answer sheet.

Fu Zhiying immediately shook his head, sneered, and then turned away from looking at her.

With this attitude of answering the questions, she still said that she was the top scorer with a perfect score, so she didn't believe it.

Half an hour later, a sudden cold voice woke up the students who were answering the question.

"Teacher, okay, can I hand in the paper?" The voice came from Qiao Yimo.

Yin Su glanced back at Qiao Yimo, then stepped off the stage and walked to her side.

Looking at the answer sheet full of words, not to mention whether you can be all right, it is naturally worth encouraging to fill in the answers.

It's just that this composition is empty, without writing a single word.

Although it is optional to write or not to write the college composition, it is her own choice, but because she missed the medical test paper last time, it has caused dissatisfaction from other classes and some students in the class, so Yin Su also takes this test very seriously.

Yin Su pointed to the blank composition card and reminded in a low voice, "What about the composition?"

Qiao Yimo looked up, but she was not interested in the topic of the composition, so she said expressionlessly, "I don't want to write."

As soon as these words came out, Yin Su felt a little helpless.

The top student in the college entrance examination is in the class she leads, and she is under a lot of pressure. If Qiao Yimo fails in the exam again this time, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble, and I don't know what Principal Jin will think of her.

Yin Su covered her mouth and persuaded patiently: "It's very easy, just write whatever you want, and you can hand in the paper in half an hour, how about it?"

Qiao Yimo didn't speak, but Yin Su had already noticed that her fingertips moved slightly, as if she really wanted to write casually.

Seeing that Qiao Yimo was finally willing to write, Yin Su breathed a sigh of relief.

Say half an hour is half an hour.

As soon as the pointer arrived, Qiao Yimo immediately stopped writing, then lazily raised her hand, "Hand in the paper."

Yin Su glanced at the time, but it was so damn punctual, exactly right.

"Don't you need to check it?" Yin Su flipped through her test paper and reminded kindly.

"No need." Qiao Yimo packed up the pens and draft paper and put them under the desk cabinet, then walked towards the door of the classroom.

Immediately everyone was stunned.

How many test papers, back and forth only an hour?
I'm afraid I can't even write a Chinese composition for an hour, right?

But with Yi Qiao Yimo's temperament, there is a high probability that she will not be able to write a composition.

When she just heard Qiao Yimo raising her hand to hand in the test paper, Fu Zhiying was stunned for a moment, then got up and squinted at her test paper.

The answer sheet is very dense.

Heh, the corners of Fu Zhiying's mouth turned up slightly, but he didn't know if everything was right.

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After the exam.

Several students walked up to Fu Zhiying and asked with concern, "How did you do in the exam?"

"It's okay." Fu Zhiying pursed her lips with a relaxed expression.

"How was your grade before? I heard that the test questions in country Y are much more difficult than those in city S."

Fu Zhiying smiled, "I didn't go to college, but I have been studying in Royal Music of Country Y."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

"You actually came from the royal music of country Y?"

"Then your master is Mr. Hibbert?"

"A former classmate of mine also went to the Royal Music of Country Y."

"You're talking about the students of Shengxing College, right?"

Hearing what Fu Zhiying said, she interjected, "Is that Qiao Anchu you're talking about?"

"Yes, yes, wasn't she also invited by Hibbert?" Several people were very excited.

Fu Zhiying nodded lightly, "Yes, I have a good relationship with her."

While speaking, Fu Zhiying raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at the person on his right from the corner of his eye.

Unfortunately, she couldn't find a trace of tension on Qiao Yimo's face.

Tsk!I can really keep my face from blushing and my heart beating.

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at the same time.

Yin Su walked into the office holding the test paper.

When the other teachers saw her, they couldn't help but joked, "Mr. Yin, your classmate Qiao from the medical department will not fail the exam this time, right?"

Yin Su twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't answer.

So some teachers surrounded her and said with a smile: "Actually, Principal Jin didn't treat her well, and you don't have to be so concerned. Maybe she's just so talented that she doesn't need to learn."

"Yeah, even if she doesn't have a diploma, there will still be companies that will use her."

"After all, he is the top scorer in the college entrance examination, how can he compare with ordinary people like us."

For a moment, Yin Su couldn't tell whether these people were talking ironically or comforting her.

She lowered her head and said nothing, picked out Qiao Yimo's answer sheet to see the answer.

It has to be said that if she is willing to put a little effort into her studies, the top students in theology in the whole school will not be her match.

However, when Yin Su thought of this, he couldn't help but sighed lightly.

Seeing Yin Su sighing, the other teachers thought it was Qiao Yimo's unsatisfactory answers, so they leaned forward and looked at the test paper in her hand together.

A few pairs of eyes fell on the composition, and it was quiet for a few seconds.

Suddenly, one of the teachers frowned and asked, "Do you think her composition style resembles a person?"

"You mean the novelist?"

Yin Su held the test paper tightly, frowned, suddenly hissed, and asked in surprise, "It's Qingqing?"

As soon as these words came out, more and more people frowned.

"Qingqing? Is that the author who wrote "Warm Front"?"

"Is it Qingqing who has been dominating the hot searches on the literature list these days?"

"Yeah, his "Warm Front II" is going on sale in two days!"

"Could it be that Qiao Yimo is also a fan of Qingqing, and then imitated her style?"

"It stands to reason that her grades don't need to be plagiarized or imitated."

Yin Su also felt that Qiao Yimo was not such a person, so she said cautiously: "Could it be that Qiao Yimo is Qing Qing himself?"

"Ah!! This is unlikely!"

"Impossible, Qingqing's writing style is so mature, how could she be a college student?"

Moreover, several of the teachers present were diehard fans of Qingqing, and they always felt that the author of the novel they were fans of could not be a college girl.

Impossible!
(End of this chapter)