"Thank you?" Lin Er called him softly.

Xie Yan casually hummed a low "Huh?" from his nose.

"I'll ask you." Lin Er said again, "Aren't you afraid that Old Chen will change his seat for us after he finds out?"

Xie Yan's eyes raised slightly: "No."

He raised his hand and covered the back of her hand with slender fingers.

Liner listened to his confident tone and became curious: "How do you know not?"

"Well, because he is still counting on you to save my classical Chinese translation problem."

“…”

A little sweet-sweet classical Chinese translation is indeed a very troublesome problem.

After Christmas, New Year's Day is soon. Since December, days have grown wings and time has passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, it is the end of the month, and the students have also ushered in a three-day New Year's Day holiday.

But before this holiday carnival, there is still the most important exam this semester waiting for the students of No. 9 Middle School.

That is the final exam for this school year.

This final exam was scheduled before New Year's Day. The exam was still in accordance with the college entrance examination model, including Chinese in the morning, mathematics in the afternoon, comprehensive science and foreign language the next day, and took two consecutive days.

It was not until five o'clock on the 31st that the long and short final exam officially came to an end.

When I was in the first year of high school and the second year of high school, No. 9 Middle School was divided into classes according to students' academic performance, so most of the first exam rooms were students from Class 1. After the exam, everyone did not have to leave the exam room and could just pull the table and move to their own position.

As the final exam ended, the depressed atmosphere in the class gradually relaxed, and the classroom gradually became louder. When Xie Yan moved the table back, Lin Er's desk was pulled back together.

When passing by Shi Sang, Xie Yan asked him casually: "San'er, why is this expression of visiting the grave? Isn't it good for the exam?"

Shi Sang lay on the desk, looked up at him weakly, and then replied depressedly: "Oh, my dear Prince Nicholasyan, your question is as unbearable as the smelly socks of Uncle Tom's house next door. You actually asked me - a noble gentleman who is familiar with etiquette, such a poor question as a mouse in a stinky ditch. I swear that I must make you look good after I stand up."

Xie Yan: “…”

What's going on with this sudden translation accent?

Has the psychological shadow come when doing English questions come?

The questions in this English test are indeed difficult, and they have passed several levels than in the previous month. Xie Yan has several questions and is uncertain about the answer. Shi Sang is a bit biased in subject matter, and English has always been not very good. I guess he has really suffered a blow this time.

"When I was taking English listening test, people were answering questions seriously, but I was just trying to distinguish the sound of everyone filling in the answers." Shi Sang complained with a sad face.

"And our English teacher, she also likes to walk back and forth in the exam room, which makes me nervous. Every time she passes by me, I have to secretly cover up the answer sheet, because only in this way can she not find out how mentally retarded the answers I fill in on the answer sheet."

“…”
Chapter completed!