When Yu Zhan cleaned up Xie Fuguang, Capital University also entered a tense final exam week, and most of the public elective courses had to be concluded before the exam week, which naturally included regular script classes, and this Friday night's regular script class was Liu Yan's last class.

In the last class, she had already informed all the students in advance that everyone should bring their own pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the last class.

Due to the large number of elective students and the need for a large space to splash ink, Liu Yan booked two large classrooms as examination rooms. The signs of examination room 1 and examination room 2 were also posted at the door. She also assigned the seats of the students in the examination room immediately, and everyone was seated in the right place, and everything was done in a proper manner.

Professor Su originally planned to invigilate the exam and find a random graduate student to come over to help, without spending Liu Yan's energy, after all, she also had to prepare for the exams of other professional courses, but Liu Yan said that since she was in charge of this substitute teaching work, she had to do things well and do it from beginning to end.

The classmates saw Liu Yan standing at the door to greet them, greeted them with a smile and said,

"Teacher Liu, you came so early, it's too hard. ”

"Senior sister, I can't write well, when you score, you must be merciful. ”

"If I had a beautiful invigilator like you for every exam, I would still be afraid of a hairy exam. ”

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Everyone was originally classmates of the same age, and now they are all familiar with Liu Yan, and they know that she does not have a cold beauty frame at all, nor does she have the majestic appearance of a teacher, and her gentle personality is the same as the sister next door, so she dares to gag with her like this.

Liu Yan pretended to be serious and said, "You have to take the exam well, don't be caught cheating by me!"

Everyone laughed, Liu Yan had already said before, no matter how bad the calligraphy is, as long as the written things can be understood, you can pass the exam, so everyone has a play-like mentality for this exam, focusing on participation!

Xiong Jie came relatively late, there was still a minute before the exam started, he saw Liu Yan, his face smiled a little unnaturally, and he was about to go inside with his head buried, Liu Yan stopped him, "Xiong Jie, your seat is in the next classroom, the fourth in the third row." ”

"Oh," Xiong replied, quickly turning and walking to the second classroom.

Liu Yan looked at his back and sighed, since Yu Zhan told her that Xiong Jie might like her, she began to keep her distance from Xiong Jie, and at the same time pay attention to his attitude, she felt that Yu Zhan was thinking too much.

It turned out that what Yu Zhan said should be true.

She found that when Xiong Jie was in class, he would always secretly look at her, not only calligraphy classes, but also their own professional classes, and once, Liu Yan wanted to borrow notes from Liang Shengnan. Liang Shengnan said that she didn't remember it all, Xiong Jie took the initiative to come over and said that he was willing to lend his notes to Liu Yan, which surprised Liang Shengnan. In the end, Liu Yan hurriedly said no, she saw Xiong Jie's disappointed face.

Xiong Jie is a very sensitive boy, he realized that Liu Yan may have noticed that he was careful and his inferiority complex was more serious, and he never said a word to Liu Yan again.

The bell rings, the exam officially begins, the exam is not a professional calligraphy competition, the content is not limited, the number of words is not limited, the topic and subject matter are not limited, let the students play freely, write whatever they want, even if it is only one word, but be sure to be clear about their major, class and name.

Some people may be holding a brush for the first time, and the posture of holding the pen is not right, and the ink will be everywhere when they lift the pen; some people do not write themselves, first watch what others write, and then find that others are not as good as themselves, and all kinds of laughter sound in the classroom from time to time. Liu Yan patrolled back and forth in the two examination rooms, helped her classmates correct her posture of holding a pen, and answered her classmates' questions by the way.

For a while, the two classrooms were full of laughter.

The exam is to be scored on the spot, and the students who finish writing raise their hands to signal, and Liu Yan will walk over.

The first classmate to finish writing was a tall boy, and the content he wrote was a sentence of chicken soup on the Internet, just about a dozen words, and the handwriting was the same as his person, very wild and scribbled.

He was in a hurry, he finished writing early, went to self-study early, and he still had to review his professional classes.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yan picked up the mobile phone to shoot, he quickly blocked it with his body, and said nervously, "Senior sister, what are you shooting?"

"The school opened a calligraphy class for the first time, and Professor Su asked me to take pictures of your works and keep them as a souvenir, because paper is not easy to preserve. He said that although others could not come, they could understand everyone's level. ”

"Damn, didn't you say it earlier!" The boy was shocked and ashamed, he also knew that he couldn't go to the elegant hall to deal with his errands, and the things that were written in Ulassi were stored in a hairy file, and his work should be destroyed on the spot after the score, okay?!

"Wait, I'll have to rewrite. ”

Liu Yan said tolerantly, "Okay, you can call me after you write it." ”

The conversation between the two was heard by other students, and they looked at their ghost drawings and were embarrassed.

Everyone can only play up the spirit of the Buddha and hold on to the Buddha for a while, and take it seriously, and then it is not much better than the ghost drawing.

When Liu Yan took pictures, the classmates sighed one by one, Liu Yan's scores were not low, they were all in the eighties, they were not defeated by the score, but they were defeated by the photos.

Not everyone writes poorly, some students should have a calligraphy background, handwriting is not art, but at least neat and beautiful, and after seeing more ghost paintings, there is a kind of eye-catching feeling, such a word, Liu Yan directly scored 100 points.

Xiong Jie's words belong to the 100 points, and he only handed in the paper at the end of the exam, and at this time, there were only a few people left in the classroom.

After writing for such a long time, Liu Yan thought that Xiong Jie had written a tirade, but she didn't expect that there were only eight words on his paper: "Han has a wandering girl, and you can't think about it."

Liu Yan felt a sigh in her heart, Xiong Jie wrote this sentence from the "Book of Songs", which describes a young man's pursuit and reverie of a crush on a woman. Thousands of Chinese characters, countless ancient poems and sentences, why did Xiong Jie write this sentence?

Liu Yan didn't want to delve into the reason, pretended to be ignorant, and only commented on his calligraphy, "Your handwriting is clear and neat, your brushstrokes are regular, and your writing is very good." ”

She wrote 100 on the form, Xiong Jie's name after it, then took a photo, turned around and left, without any eye contact with Xiong Jie.

Xiong Jie looked at her indifferent back, his courage and enthusiasm completely cooled down, and he lowered his head even more inferiority and tightened his neck.