The midterm exams for the first semester are just around the corner.

The atmosphere in the social office of the CP department is different from usual. Everyone spread out their textbooks and notebooks, and the social office became a study room.

"Ah, really, it's annoying. If only there were no exams......"

The minister muttered as he wrote the English translation. She held the pen in a strange way, holding the whole black pen tightly, and writing wonderful English letters that were crooked. In the end, the whole person simply lay on the table and writhed, and his hair swayed on the table.

"Does the minister hate exams?"

Bai Ya asked while calculating the factorization.

"Just look at it. Do I look like I like to study? ”

"I really like exams."

"You really hate this, how can anyone ask others and express their opinions?"

"No matter how hard you try, you can't win against those who have good motor nerves. But if you study, if you work hard, you will rise in the ranks, right? ”

This is Bai Ya's first exam after entering high school, so he is full of energy.

"That's right, that's right, our school—"

Xiaoting also interjected.

"—I'll post the rankings in the hallway. This seems to be rare in today's schools~"

Xiaoting is not good at physics, so she puts a lot of effort into physics. Surprisingly, Xiaoting has a personality that does not admit defeat. So of course, like Bai Ya, I hope to prove my white self with my results.

"The placement criteria are determined by looking at the first midterm exam."

Sister Ziyin affirmed Bai Ya and Xiaoting's views.

However, her words were so detouring that it was hard to understand.

“…… Classification Criteria...... Order...... Structure...... Graded by degree? ”

Su Qi added the difficult words to figure out what Sister Ziyin said and looked up the dictionary.

After she finished looking up the Chinese characters, she didn't know why she still flipped through the dictionary.

"Doesn't Sister Ziyin need to study?"

Bai Ya asked the only one present who did not study, Sister Ziyin.

"Huh? I'm thinking about it. Reading novels is very helpful in life. ”

She said, holding the library book in her hand.

"No, I mean I'm studying for the midterm exam."

"Ah, you mean that—I've often wondered if the purpose of the exam system is to measure your usual strength. I was studying before the exam, and I couldn't measure my usual academic ability at all. ”

Hearing what Sister Ziyin said, the minister snorted coldly.

"So are you going to go to college without studying? Aren't you going to go to Su University? ”

"yes, that's what I intended."

Sister Ziyin replied bluntly.

She didn't seem to understand the minister's teasing or provocation.

“……”

The minister fell silent.

In the silence, Bai Ya was sure that he heard the words "I lost", but it must have been auditory hallucinations.

It would be wrong to look at genius from the perspective of ordinary people.

"I lost...... Well, there is no such word in the dictionary. ”

Senior Sister Su Qi seems to have heard it too, and it seems that it is not Bai Ya's auditory hallucination.

"But that's bad. If Sister Ziyin doesn't study, then no one will teach me. ”

"I was thinking just now, why are you spreading out so many notebooks in the social office, it turns out that you are going to ask Ah Zi to teach you. I didn't expect you to have a knack for doing things. ”

"The minister doesn't want to ask Sister Ziyin to teach you."

"Guys who are born to read are not suitable for teaching, but ordinary people who learn after hard work are more capable of teaching. For example, the nerd in our class who loses to Ah Zi every time and cries a handful of snot and tears. ”

"Then ask that person to teach you."

"I don't want to, he touches my head every time."

"Be patient and don't bite him. If there are such great people, please bring us to the social office. ”

"Our club is not open to boys."

"And what am I?"

"Humans and animals are harmless creatures, not boys."

"Bailan is a good person~"

"Look."

The minister looked smug.

The small talk was pretty much the same—it was time to study.

Rustling, the sound of a black ballpoint pen sounded in the social office.

There is no black tea to drink - today's CP department is not the same as usual.