After the students in the next classroom left, the whole building seemed to fall into silence.

Originally, the sound of Huoge's lecture could still be heard, but now, the only sound of rain outside the building could be heard.

After Yan Tianxing left, it started to rain again.

Mo Shangyun concentrated on doing the questions.

Ding Jing, who was not far away from her, was a little uneasy. She was copying other people's handwritings one by one on the copybook. It seemed that it was not something she could do. Copying word by word made her feel unspeakable.

of irritability.

Half an hour later, Huo Ge, who had finished grading the test papers on the second floor, came downstairs with a stack of test papers - including the ones Mo Shangjun had written previously.

When he came to the door of the classroom and handed the test paper to the teacher, he saw Ding Jing scratching his head at the copybook. He suddenly thought of something and found a test paper written by Mo Shangjun from the pile of test papers.

When he came in with the test paper, the teacher subconsciously glanced at the test paper and found that there was no mark on the test paper at all, only a number - 100 - was written on the total score.

The teacher's eyes widened in surprise and he almost bit his tongue.

"006."

Walking to Ding Jing's side, Huo Ge shouted.

"teacher."

Ding Jing, who had long forgotten his name, used the least revealing title.

Huo Ge glanced at the calligraphy she copied. The copying was very perfunctory, and the handwriting had her own style - "ugly" style.

"Copy this." Huo Ge sighed, put Mo Shangjun's test paper on the desk in front of her, and said, "By the way, I can increase my memory."

Ding Jing asked: "How to copy?"

Huo Ge said: "Just copy it on the copybook, word by frame."

"oh."

Anyway, copying is all about copying. Rather than copying those convoluted ancient poems, it would be better to copy a few questions and answers.

"005, full score?" The moment he saw the test paper, Ding Jing was a little dumbfounded. He stared at the numbers for a few seconds before turning his head and raising his eyebrows at Mo Shangjun, who was writing the test paper on one side, and shouted curiously, "Mo Shangjun?"

"

"Um."

Mo Shangyun responded casually, but his writing action did not stop.

Ding Jing emphasized: "Full marks for you."

"I know."

Very calm tone.

Ding Jing: "..." She has never gotten full marks in exams, okay?!

"Haha." Huo Ge laughed happily, and then told Mo Shangjun, "Go back early after writing the test paper."

"Yes." Mo Shangjun was still writing and replied without raising his head, "Goodbye, Brother Huo."

Huo Ge seemed to think it was normal and did not find Mo Shangjun's behavior "impolite" at all, and left quickly.

As soon as Huo Ge went out, Mo Shangjun put the third paper aside, then picked up the fourth paper and continued.

"..."

Ding Jing found Mo Shangjun's existence incredible.

Soon, Mo Shangjun started writing his fourth test paper without any pause.

Ding Jing came to his senses in shock, and then began to copy Mo Shangyun's test paper.

Because he had never come into contact with such a magical creature as a top student, Ding Jing thought that maybe he would get good luck after copying Mo Shangjun's test paper...

But as soon as the idea came to his mind, Ding Jing felt that he was extremely stupid.

She may not have had luck in the exam, but was infected by Liang Zhiqiong.

Ding Jing copied the test paper, and strangely, he felt much calmer this time.

She thought it might be that Mo Shangjun's test paper looked much better than the words on the copybook.

Outside the door, the waiting teachers looked at the test papers in their hands boredly after Huo Ge left. The scores of these test papers needed to be entered by them, and then the deductions for the students were calculated.

However, after flipping through three test papers with 005 full marks in succession, the teacher felt a little confused.

What the hell!

Is this unrealistic thing really possible?!

*

Mo Shangjun handed in the test paper before 1 o'clock, and the teacher conveyed Yan Tianxing's words to her tactfully. She thought about it carefully, saw Ding Jing who was still writing the copybook, and asked for Ding Jing's test paper.

Huo Ge was a kind-hearted person, so he didn't deduct Ding Jing's test paper points, but carefully and seriously marked Ding Jing's test paper.

Mo Shangjun also had the courage to read it again, but after reading it, he felt a little dumbfounded.

This Ding Jing scored 89 points.

The nouns should be memorized by rote. Points will be deducted for some mistakes. The subjective questions should be answered without any loopholes.

In other words, although Ding Jing struggled in class, she still memorized all the content taught and successfully passed the exam.

"Thanks."

Mo Shangjun returned the test paper to the teacher.

At this moment, she was already a god-level existence in the teacher's mind. He was a little flattered by her quick thank you.

Sitting up from his position, Mo Shangyun moved his wrist, and then walked to Ding Jing's side.

Ding Jing chose the middle position, with positions on both sides. Mo Shangjun walked to the middle of the position, leaned back against the desk, and rested her left hand on the desk. She turned her head slightly and looked down at Ding Jing, who was writing seriously.

.

At first glance, I feel that Ding Jing's writing has improved, and at least it can be classified as "readable".

Mo Shangjun raised his lips and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Ding Jing took the time to reply: "I'll finish writing this paragraph."

"OK."

Mo Shangyun responded casually.

She turned around and came to the aisle, found a spot and sat down diagonally, and then watched Ding Jing write.

Ding Jing was quite attentive when he was working. Even when Mo Shangjun stared at him, he didn't feel any discomfort. He concentrated on imitating Mo Shangjun's handwriting and finished writing this paragraph.

"knock off!"

After drawing the last full stop, Ding Jing let out a breath.

Putting the pen on the table with a bang, Ding Jing directly picked up the copybook in front of him and threw it towards Mo Shangjun.

She asked: "How similar is it?"

Raising his hand to catch the copybook, Mo Shangyun hesitated for a few seconds, unable to bear to hit her, so he said: "One point."

"That's okay."

Ding Jing really wasn't immune to the shock at all.

Mo Shangjun smiled.

"Brother, can you help me take care of these?" Ding Jing pointed to a teacher at the pile of untouched copybooks.

Teacher: "..."I am your instructor!

However, for Mo Shangjun's sake, he didn't want to argue with Ding Jing.

Seeing that the teacher didn't say anything, Ding Jing took it as if he agreed, so he picked up the pen and put it in his trouser pocket, and left with Mo Shangjun.

When he walked out of the door, Ding Jing suddenly thought of something, came back to his senses, and asked the teachers: "By the way, are there supper tonight? Is there still room for us?"

From Ding Jing's every move, there is no respect for these teachers at all.

Mo Shangyun thought it was understandable.

Because these two teachers do look very young. If we count their ages, they are probably a little younger than them.

It is also difficult for Mo Shangjun to regard the two of them as "instructors" all the time.

The teacher picked up the pile of copybooks and replied without looking back: "You two are late."

Mo Shangjun, Ding Jing: "..."

After looking at each other, Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing both saw "disappointment" in each other's eyes, then shook their heads in unison, sighed, and walked out of the classroom door.

The two teachers didn't care about them. After telling them to go back early, they turned off the lights and closed the door.

——They also have to work overtime to compile results.

Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing walked out of the building.
To be continued...