Chapter 15: On the Eve of the Monthly Exam  

Time slipped away like fine sand through one’s fingers, and before anyone realized it, over half a month had passed. The monthly exam was drawing near.  

During this period, Lin Yumo had been steadily following her study plan.  

For the humanities subjects, the changes brought by her Magical ability had significantly improved her memory, making memorization much easier for her.  

Since the start of the semester, she had been attentively listening to the teachers’ explanations and following their train of thought.  

Every evening during self-study, she would set aside thirty minutes to review the day’s lessons.  

During breaks, unless absolutely necessary, she was almost always immersed in her studies.  

When she encountered problems she didn’t understand, she would carefully mark them and ask the teachers the next day.  

If the teachers were too busy or if it was a minor concept she didn’t grasp, she would turn to Class President Li Xuanxuan or Study Representative Wang Changyu for help.  

Over time, she naturally grew closer to Li Xuanxuan and Wang Changyu. Along with Song Xingran, the four of them often gathered to discuss study problems and share insights and methods.  

However, physics and chemistry proved more challenging for Lin Yumo.  

Science subjects couldn’t be easily mastered just by having a good memory—they required strong logical thinking.  

While improved memory wasn’t entirely useless for these subjects, it wasn’t as effective either.  

As a result, Lin Yumo had to devote more effort to these subjects than others.  

Every weekend, she would dedicate extra time to the more logic-heavy subjects.  

After solving problems, she would carefully summarize her mistakes, analyze the reasons behind them, and reflect on them.  

For politics, history, biology, and geography—subjects that relied more on memorization—Lin Yumo didn’t need to invest as much time.  

……  

On the day before the monthly exam, during the break before the last class.  

Lin Yumo felt slightly dizzy from the chemical equations on the test paper in front of her.  

Her pen hovered over the blank space for “Substance B reacts with Solution C.”  

The note on the paper—”light blue flocculent precipitate”—along with the chemical reaction between the two substances and the resulting product, made her frown slightly, her head throbbing faintly.  

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and began deducing step by step from the final product and color change.  

As time passed, her thoughts gradually became clearer.  

She didn’t rush to write the answer immediately. After carefully verifying twice more, she suddenly had an epiphany and quickly filled in the correct answer.  

Once this small question was solved, the subsequent sub-questions in the larger problem became as easy as falling dominoes.  

Just as she was about to start writing, Song Xingran, sitting beside her, suddenly ruffled her own hair vigorously, turning her smooth locks into a mess.  

With a frustrated expression, she muttered, “This is too hard! Was this math problem even made for humans? It feels like it’s deliberately trying to trip us up!”  

Her voice was full of helplessness and distress.  

Lin Yumo set down her chemistry pen and glanced at the problem in Song Xingran’s hands. “Leave it for now.”  

She took the pencil from Song Xingran’s grip and sketched dashed lines for a coordinate system on the scratch paper. “After dinner, I’ll demonstrate it for you using the Geometry Sketchpad. It’ll be more intuitive than struggling through it.”

Hearing this, Song Xingran seemed to have found her savior. She let go of the hair she was holding and clung to Lin Yumo’s arm like a little kitten, cooing sweetly:  

“Little Jasmine, you’re the best. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”  

Soon, the last class of the day passed amidst the students’ varying states of tension or relaxation.  

Lin Yumo methodically tidied up the items on her desk. By chance, she spotted a love letter tucked inside.  

Unhurriedly, she slipped the letter into her bag, her movements natural and composed.  

Noticing this, Song Xingran’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in and asked, “Little Jasmine, you get love letters every day—how do you handle them all? Have you ever liked any of them?”  

Lin Yumo smiled softly, her gaze warm yet resolute, and answered earnestly, “I have a big box at home where I keep all the letters. They represent someone’s feelings, and I don’t want to trample on their sincerity. Think about it—if I poured my heart into a letter only for someone to toss it aside, even if no one knew it was from me, I’d still feel hurt and insecure.”  

Sunlight danced on her lashes, casting amber flecks that shimmered in her pupils. “Consider it preserving a piece of their youth for them.”  

Suddenly, Song Xingran brought her face close, her nose almost brushing Lin Yumo’s cheek. “What if it were my love letter?” she asked, blinking as her eyelashes grazed Lin Yumo’s flushed earlobe.  

Lin Yumo chuckled and gave her a light tap, teasing, “Then you’d have to tell me which one it is. I’d set it apart by my bedside and read it every day, so I could think of you each time.”  

Song Xingran’s eyes crinkled into delighted crescents as she laughed. “Little Jasmine, you’re such a smooth talker. I’m practically floating from how sweet you are.”  

Looping arms with her, Lin Yumo walked toward the cafeteria, a doting smile playing on her lips as she murmured, “I only sweet-talk you.”  

Instantly, stars seemed to glitter in Song Xingran’s eyes as she exclaimed dramatically, “Little Jasmine, stop—you’re going to charm me into a puddle!”  

The two shared a laugh, their voices ringing like silver bells across the campus.