Chapter 219: 219 Do you know who was eliminated? Citywide Joint Exam! [1 more update] Chapter 219: 219 Do you know who was eliminated? Citywide Joint Exam! [1 more update] How does being good at studying matter?
How does having a good social standing matter either?
Isn’t she still inferior in every aspect, from family background to connections, to her?
With this thought, Xue Yiwei’s pent-up frustrations vanished, lifting her mood considerably.
“Bad character?” Mother Xue was puzzled, “What’s going on? I saw the na and thought it was grand and imposing, sure to co from a scholarly family.”
To right the capsizing ship, to support the falling building.
Such a na would be too much for an ordinary person to live up to.
“Mom, you don’t often co to Jiangcheng, so you wouldn’t know.” Xue Yiwei spoke dismissively, “Two years ago, she was the mistress of the Zhou Family of Jiangcheng’s second young master and was raised as a substitute.”
Mother Xue frowned, “How old was she two years ago?”
“Moreover, you don’t know that after finishing junior high, she dropped out of school to join the modeling circle,” Xue Yiwei said with a sneer, “Two years later she suddenly had a change of heart and wanted to go back to school, using connections to get into our school. As you know, the teaching quality at No.7 Middle School is terribly lacking.”
Dropping out, being a substitute, relying on connections… these three phrases combined made Mother Xue show a disappointed look: “I thought she was your classmate, and it would be nice for you guys to develop a relationship.”
Xue Yiwei was her daughter; of course, Mother Xue understood her.
Too proud and arrogant, Xue Yiwei had few close friends even when she was in Yunjing.
She would only take the initiative to interact with the children of prominent families. To those families a notch below the Xue Family, she wouldn’t even spare a glance.
The Xue Family sent Xue Yiwei to Jiangcheng, hoping she could change this flaw.
But at the sa ti, Xue Yiwei deeply despised evil. Since she had said so, everything she ntioned must be true.
Mother Xue shook her head and sighed, “Then I’ll just have to let your aunt know. Even an outsider like knows how important ‘Treasures of The Divine Land’ is, and how many popular top-tier celebrities are vying for it.”
“Mm,” Xue Yiwei responded indifferently, “And she’s also one to climb social ladders. If there are any of the top-tier celebrities you ntioned sharing the stage with her, who knows what sort of ideas she might get.”
To this, Mother Xue agreed wholeheartedly, “I’ll call your aunt right away.”
Although “Treasures of The Divine Land” is an official program launched by Yunjing Television Station, it is also popular in the entertainnt industry for inviting currently trending stars with high topicality and popularity.
If the program were ruined by Ye Wanlan, the loss would outweigh the gain.
“You go ahead, I’ll do another set of test papers.” Xue Yiwei bowed her head, a secret smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
**
Two days later, the first city-wide joint exam of the latter half of the year officially began.
All high schools in Jiangcheng participated in the exam, which was modeled exactly after the college entrance examination.
The allocation of exam venues was based on the principle of proximity and consistency.
To maximize convenience, all students in the sa venue were given the sa foreign language and elective subject test.
There were indeed few students who chose the history, chemistry, and biology combination; Ye Wanlan was assigned to a small high school just a five-minute walk from her ho.
“Have you prepared all your stationery, admission ticket, and ID card?” Lin Huaijin was very nervous, “Did you bring water?”
Ye Wanlan was calm, “Everything’s ready, uncle, don’t worry.”
“Look at you, this isn’t the college entrance exam,” Khor Peiqing said. “You seem to be under more pressure than anyone; don’t put too much pressure on the child.”
“Ah, isn’t it because Ah Lan and Wenli have both entered their final year of high school, one of the most crucial stages of life?” Lin Huaijin massaged his forehead, “Peiqing, you know I always get nervous before big events, cold hands and feet.”
Khor Peiqing didn’t buy his act and handed Ye Wanlan the prepared breakfast, “Eat before you go to school, it’s bad for your stomach to skip breakfast.”
“Thank you, auntie.” Ye Wanlan cradled the bowl of porridge, its warmth in her palms.
After eating, Ye Wanlan carried her transparent stationery bag to the exam venue.
The first subject was Chinese, lasting two and a half hours, from nine to eleven-thirty.
The bell rang for exam preparation, and the test papers were distributed, but the students couldn’t start yet.
Ye Wanlan quickly skimd through the test paper, gauging the difficulty level of the questions.
As the official bell sounded, she picked up her pen and began to answer the questions.
Her pace was neither fast nor slow, but her pen never stopped moving, clearly indicating that none of the questions posed any difficulty for her.
In an hour and a half, she had completed all the questions, including the essay.
Ye Wanlan glanced at the ti and then pulled out so blank draft paper, starting to practice writing to pass the ti.
With fifteen minutes left before the end of the exam, the invigilator reminded the students, “There are fifteen minutes left in this exam. Those who haven’t yet transcribed their answers to the answer sheet, please hurry.”
She walked around the venue until she saw that Ye Wanlan’s draft paper was filled with dense writing and couldn’t help but stop.
After a few seconds, she realized what was being written on the draft paper.
This student was silently reciting the poems of the poetess Fu Guang, one after another.
Fu Guang left behind nearly a thousand poems in her lifeti, so of which have been lost to the sands of ti.
The poems written by Ye Wanlan were extrely obscure,, with two or three that even she hadn’t heard of before, yet all had been neatly transcribed by her.
She then looked at Ye Wanlan’s answer sheet and found that there was no haphazard writing, each stroke had been done with great care, and the handwriting was precisely the kind teachers favored most.
The invigilator breathed a silent sigh of relief.
She had feared that Ye Wanlan, like other miraculous students, spent all her ti morizing poems but knew nothing of the textbook content.
It seed that this test-taker truly had a passion for Chinese language.
The invigilator made a ntal note of the na “Ye Wanlan”, planning to inquire which colleague had taught this student of godlike caliber.
When the exam bell rang, Ye Wanlan packed up her stationery and credentials and sauntered out of the exam hall.
Yan Tingfeng’s car was waiting in the school’s underground parking garage.
Rong Yu had insisted on driving,, and Yan Tingfeng had gone along with him, sitting in the backseat with his eyes closed for rest.
Only when he heard footsteps approaching did Yan Tingfeng slowly open his eyes.
He lifted his head to look outside through the car window.
The girl was dressed in Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School’s sumr uniform,, her figure tall and slender with long arms and legs, conveying a sense of strength without losing grace.
Unaware even to himself, the look in Yan Tingfeng’s eyes softened slightly.
The rear door opened, and he slightly turned his head,, concealing his line of sight.
The seat beside him sank as Ye Wanlan sat down next to him.
“I saw quite a few students co out with worried frowns. How was it, was the Chinese test difficult?” Rong Yu asked curiously, “You didn’t get ‘autistic’ over it, did you?”
“The questions were good,,, befitting of Jiangcheng University, covering a comprehensive range of knowledge points,” Ye Wanlan nodded, “The essay was a semi-predetermined topic, which didn’t limit the test-takers’ thoughts and provided excellent materials.”
Rong Yu stared at her in awe: “Huh?”
Is this how an academic deity critiques a test paper after finishing it?
Yan Tingfeng gave a faint smile: “It seems Miss Ye is quite satisfied with this paper.”
“Mhm,” Ye Wanlan propped her head up, “What I’m more interested in is tomorrow’s history paper.”
She hoped it would present questions fresh to her eyes.
“I can’t communicate with you academic freaks,” Rong Yu complained as he started the car, “I hate studying the most.”
For Ye Wanlan, the afternoon’s math test was even easier than the Chinese test had been.
It took her less than an hour to complete the entire paper.
Ye Wanlan looked at her blank scratch paper and finally frowned in contemplation.
Last ti she had transcribed Pi to pass the ti, what should she write this ti?
After so thought,,, she decided to begin transcribing the constant e.
Like Pi, it was an infinite non-repeating decimal, sufficient to keep her busy until the end of the test.
**
anwhile, in Yunjing, at the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center.
Professor Foo had just finished packing up when he looked up and saw Professor Xue swiftly leaving the office.
“Old Xue, where are you rushing off to?” Professor Foo shouted, “We’ve finished the day’s experints; why not join for a trip down to the tavern to relax?”
“You go ahead,” Professor Xue waved his hand,, “I need to make a trip to the TV tower. The folks there are getting slack off with their work, and I’m anxious to notify Wanlan.”
“Oh, then you go ahead,” Professor Foo nodded.
He was aware that Professor Xue had recomnded Ye Wanlan as a guest for the television program “Treasures of The Divine Land”, which was a good opportunity for exposure.
Professor Xue burst into the TV tower and found the project departnt for “Treasures of The Divine Land”.
The team already had a close relationship with the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center, so everyone there knew Professor Xue and stopped their work to greet him.
“Professor.”
“Professor Xue.”
“Why hasn’t the recomndation form been approved yet?” Professor Xue knocked on the table and asked, “You’re not typically this slow with your work? I even had to co in person.”
“The recomndation form?” The staff mber was startled, “Do you an the guest recomndation form for ‘Treasures of The Divine Land’? It was approved yesterday, and notifications have already been sent out.”
“Impossible!” Professor Xue was furious, “I waited at the Cultural Relics Bureau all day yesterday and didn’t receive a single call from you. Did you plan not to tell the recomndation had been vetted unless I showed up?”
This was a matter he had promised Ye Wanlan, how could he go back on his word?
The staff mber was also surprised, their face instantly changing: “Professor, who did you recomnd?”
Could it be that soone had been so careless as to remove a person recomnded by the Cultural Relics Bureau?!
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