After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

As everyone knows, schools are extremely noisy after final exams, with laughter and chatter in classrooms, discarded books in trash cans, and the rattling sound of wheels rolling in dormitory corridors.

Of course, there's also the teacher's biggest worry in the office.

"Yang Xuan, didn't I warn you that if you don't write an essay next time, you'll have to copy ten model essays for me!" The Chinese teacher of Class 1 sat at his desk, his eyes blazing with anger, looking up at a student standing beside him.

Yang Xuan, the worst student in his class, lives in the back row of the classroom; his hometown is there.

He didn't argue back when the teacher scolded him, nor did he care. He stood there casually, glancing left and right around the office, clearly used to it.

"You stand right there! Don't think you can do whatever you want at school just because your family is rich and powerful. Let me tell you, I'm not afraid. If you fall into my hands, you'd better behave yourself!" Chinese teacher Cheng Lin was very dissatisfied with Yang Xuan's attitude, and her anger was even greater in her words.

"Oh, I won't copy." Yang Xuan said fearlessly.

Cheng Lin, with a calm demeanor that seemed to come after being driven mad, stared at Yang Xuan silently for ten seconds. "Fine, very well, call your parents. I have nothing more to say to you."

Upon hearing that his parents would be called in, Yang Xuan panicked. "I'm sorry, teacher, I was wrong."

"Heh, chickening out now?" Cheng Lin sneered.

Yang Xuan: I'm not being cowardly! I'm just following my heart.

"Knock knock knock—"

At that moment, there was a knock on the office door.

"Teacher Cheng, did you call for me?" Zhu Yan knocked on the door and entered.

Cheng Lin turned her head and saw that the person who came was Zhu Yan. Her face immediately put on a smile. "Oh, it's Zhu Yan. Come on, I have something to discuss with you."

"Fickle".

Yang Xuan muttered something to himself, but Cheng Lin heard him and turned to give him a sharp look.

"Get out of the way."

Cheng Lin told him to move aside to make room for Zhu Yan, and even pulled over a chair from the teacher next door and placed it beside him, smiling as she said to Zhu Yan, "Zhu Yan, please sit down."

Yang Xuan: ?

No, why don't I get this treatment?

But Zhu Yan didn't sit down when she came over. "No need, teacher, just say it."

Zhu Yan was in a hurry to go home.

Yang Xuan: If you're not going to sit here, give it to me.

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But the key point is that Zhu Yan didn't sit down, and Cheng Lin didn't dare to sit down either, so she immediately stood up from her seat.

She didn't dare sit down. What kind of status did Zhu Yan have? Her family had relatives who had attended Zhu Yan's succession ceremony.

Seeing Cheng Lin's actions, Zhu Yan glanced at the chair, but finally sat down.

In the end, it turned into a banquet where one student sat while the teacher stood in front of him.

"Please sit down, teacher," Zhu Yan said with a hint of helplessness.

It's obvious that Cheng Lin is afraid of her identity, but she still called me over anyway, which most likely means I'll be failing the exam.

I must say, this Chinese teacher is really dedicated.

"Zhu Yan, it's nothing really, it's just that...why did you hand in a blank paper for this exam?" Cheng Lin didn't seem angry at all; instead, she asked patiently.

"I was sleepy and wanted to go to sleep," Zhu Yan said succinctly.

Cheng Lin was taken aback; she hadn't expected that to be the reason.

"It's alright, it's alright. Your health is the most important thing. Just be more careful next time." Cheng Lin actually turned around and comforted Zhu Yan.

Yang Xuan was stunned.

！ (((;ꏿ_ꏿ;)))

I simply didn't write my essay, yet you treat him with kindness and gentle words when he hands in a blank paper.

Family members, do you think this is reasonable?

Didn't you say you weren't afraid of authority?

Teacher, do you look at your cheeks and see if there are two new red marks?

"Okay, I understand. Is there anything else?" Zhu Yan continued the conversation.

Cheng Lin hesitated for a moment, then took out an answer sheet from the drawer. "Um... Zhu Yan, I know you don't really like Chinese, and I won't force you, but... were you serious about your answers on the last test?"

Zhu Yan roughly guessed what Cheng Lin was talking about.

Cheng Lin pointed to a question on the answer sheet. "The question asks, what is the function of the blue curtains in the author's home?" Cheng Lin paused and glanced at Zhu Yan.

"Think about it, blue, a dark color, doesn't it give people a gloomy and sad feeling? Naturally, it expresses the author's emotions." Cheng Lin explained the question to Zhu Yan with great emotion, and then her gaze suddenly shifted to Zhu Yan's answer.

The handwriting is free and unrestrained, with sharp strokes; it is a beautiful hand.

This is the answer...

"But your answer was—because the curtains were originally blue."

"Pfft, hahaha, dude, your Chinese is even worse than mine, hahaha..." Yang Xuan couldn't hold back his laughter after hearing Zhu Yan's answer.

Then he received deep gazes from Zhu Yan and Cheng Lin.

Yang Xuan: ¯_(☯෴☯)_/¯

"Now let's look at this question." Cheng Lin raised her hand and changed the question. "The question is: The article mentions a rope at the end. What is its function? Look at the whole text. This rope is definitely not a simple rope. It has a deeper meaning, so it must have a symbolic meaning."

Then Cheng Lin changed the subject, looking at Zhu Yan's answer with some helplessness, "But what you answered was—because the author felt that it was almost the end and it was time to bring up the theme."

Cheng Lin: ?

Having taught for over ten years, this was the first time he had ever seen such a bizarre answer, leaving her both amused and exasperated.

The key issue is that she doesn't dare to laugh or curse.

What can we do...?

Zhu Yan listened silently as Cheng Lin explained the problem to him, without offering any opinion.

After all, he knew the answer, but he just didn't want to write it that way.

He really didn't know why, even though it was a very simple question, they would always try to pull out a few deeper meanings for him.

So fake...

"My answer is correct." Zhu Yan thought for a moment, but still chose to refute.

Cheng Lin hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

This is correct? It's completely different from the reference answer!

If it weren't for Zhu Yan's status, Cheng Lin would have given him a severe dressing-down long ago.

"Zhu Yan, how about I give you the answer key so you can take a look at it yourself?" Cheng Lin pulled out an answer key from the cabinet and handed it to Zhu Yan.

But the banquet was not accepted.

"Since you know this is the suggested answer, then judging students' answers shouldn't solely rely on it." Zhu Yan stood up from her chair. "Besides, the author of this article is still alive. And coincidentally, I know him. His curtains are indeed blue, quite beautiful. Perhaps I could visit him sometime."

"Nothing else, I'll be going now."

Cheng Lin watched Zhu Yan leave, unable to react for a moment.

Was Zhu Yan just... refuting their answer?

"Teacher, I have a suggestion for you. Please don't call my parents, okay?" Yang Xuan tried to make a deal with Cheng Lin.

"Speak." As soon as the banquet ended, Cheng Lin's expression changed immediately.

"From now on, don't use articles by authors who are still alive when setting exam questions."

Cheng Lin frowned, her face full of doubt.

Why?

"Because the dead can't testify."

Cheng Lin: ...

"Call my parents right now!"

Yang Xuan: ...

Good intentions are misunderstood.