Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight Chapter 25.2

Fu Xun stared blankly at the test paper he had already done, and felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

    Cheng Chu came over and browsed it, and finally felt better.

    “It’s okay, but the formula for the third question is wrong. You need to recalculate it again.”

    Fu Xun put down his pen, put his head on the back of the chair, and wailed, “I want to rest, I’m tired.”

    “No way. , it’s only half an hour, you have to work hard, at least you have to finish writing this test paper before taking a break.” Cheng Chu looked at him seriously, “Just think, after writing, you can play games, and don’t wait until Sunday night to copy homework.”

The girl was chattering, and Fu Xun’s temple was jumping, he wanted to resist but he thought about what she said, and it made sense.

    “Xing Xing Xing, don’t talk about it.” He rubbed his brows wearily, and pretended to be deep: “I really can’t stand you.” The living room was lit with lustrous lights, not too bright or dim.

    Fu Xun lowered his head to write a few strokes, and suddenly touched her arm, “Is there an automatic pen?”

    Cheng Chu turned over the pencil case, “No, but there is a scribble pen, if you are just drawing, you can use it as you go.

    “Okay.” Fu Xun pouted in disgust but still took it.

    Cheng Chu originally thought it was just a friendly interaction between siblings, but it wasn’t until the exam on Monday that she found out that her card-painting pen was still with Fu Xun.

    Most of the people in the exam room were already seated, and a few people were still standing outside the exam room, taking their time to read nervously with their textbooks, as if they wanted to engrave knowledge in their minds in the last few minutes.

    Cheng Chu was overwhelmed with urgency. She rummaged through the bag anxiously, trying to find another pencil or mechanical pen to replace it.

    But no, nothing.

    The corridor was extremely quiet, and Cheng Chu felt her hands shaking. She was about to ask the teacher if she could borrow a pen in the exam room, but Gu Miao patted her on the shoulder and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”

    No. 1 Middle School divides the examination room according to the results. The results of the two people in the last examination are not far from each other, so they are divided into the same examination room.

    In fact, Gu Miao has been sitting in the examination room for a long time. He has always been stable and does not like to crawl.

    But seeing the girl standing in the corridor frowning and looking so anxious that she was about to cry, his heart tightened and he walked to the corridor almost immediately.

    In the morning light, the girl drooped her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and said in a low voice, “I forgot to bring a marker pen. I wonder if the teacher can let me borrow it.”

    “I’ll borrow you.” Gu Miao blurted out without thinking. .

    The invigilator in their examination room is the senior supervisor, who has always been the most strict. The last time someone didn’t bring a scribble pen, he insisted on not borrowing it, saying that he wanted to teach the careless person a lesson.

    The morning sun was dazzling, and the corridor was quiet and silent. Cheng Chu raised his eyes, and his peach blossom eyes were shining with water, “Then what do you do? Forget it, I’ll wait and ask the teacher.”

Subconsciously, Gu Miao lied.

    ‘He has a card refill and can write with it, even if it’s a little tough’, he thought.

    The cold wind blew into the empty examination room.

    “There are still three minutes until the end of the exam.” The invigilator’s stern voice sounded: “Students who haven’t painted their cards yet, please paint their cards first.”

    Gu Miao lowered his head, his hand holding the pen trembled, and his thoughts became a mess.

    There were only three minutes left, and his composition had not yet been finished. He wasted a lot of time because the card-painting refill was too difficult to use.

    Chinese and English were not subjects he was good at, and it was common for him to be writing every time the bell rang.

    The invigilator had already stood up, pacing the exam room with his hands behind his back, and said slowly, “There are two minutes left.”

    The cold wind in the winter blew into the classroom, and the biting chill made Gu Miao’s hands stiff.

    In the silent examination room, he could almost hear his own heartbeat nervously.

    There are still two minutes, but he has only written to the beginning of the second side of the composition paper, which is still a long way from 800 words.

    He shook his hands, desperately trying to stabilize his thoughts, and wrote an ending hastily.

    “Okay, when the time is up, please put down the pens in your hands, and pass the test paper and composition paper from back to front.”

    Gu Miao put down the pen with a slap, and his beating heart was beating like a drum, and he was shocked. His throat tightened and he stiffened.

    When he left the examination room, Cheng Chu had already put on his schoolbag.

    At noon the sun was shining brightly, and the holly trees beside the teaching building cast golden shadows.

    When the girl saw him coming, she hurried up to meet him, and asked softly, “How did you do in the test?”

    Gu Miao took the marker pen handed over by the girl. He lowered his eyes, and his appearance was reflected in the girl’s peach blossom eyes.

    His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, trying to pull out a smile, “Very good, how about you.”

    “I also did well in the test.” The girl smiled, her eyes falling into the fine afternoon sunlight, “I feel that this time we both can enter the key class.”

    At noon, the cold wind in the corridor seemed to blow into Gu Miao’s heart, making him feel astringent pain.

    He pursed his lips, bitterness in his dark eyes.

    ‘No, he has no chance of entering the key class.’

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