On the day of the monthly exam...
The homeroom teacher arranged the examination rooms for the students. It just so happened that Fu Ting and Fu Pei would be in the same classroom.
Fu Ting sat in front of Fu Pei. Before the examination began, she took out a bag that contained a deep-fried dough stick and two eggs from her newly purchased pink school bag.
Fu Ting placed them on Fu Pei's hand with a serene grin. "There. I've specially prepared them for you, Dad."
Fu Pei was lazing at his table. He did not wear his school uniform properly, and his collar was rumpled. His legs were languidly crossed under table; he looked much like a delinquent in this state. "I don't eat eggs," he spoke disinterestedly.
"You see, this dough stick looks like the number one," Fu Ting softly added, "and you add two eggs to make them a hundred. If you eat them, you'll get a hundred marks. All the best, Dad."
The girl's sweet smile was like a strawberry cake with cream cheese under the sun. Pleasant smell occupied the air, and it drove away the darkness.
Fu Pei was a scumbag who was spurned by the entire school. He had taken many exams since he was young, and this was the first time someone earnestly cheered him on.
Little Fool...
The teenager's thin and unruly lips raised unconsciously, but he quickly pursed his lips to hide it.
His Adam's Apple bobbed, and he snorted lightly. "The total score of the six subjects is six hundred points," Fu Pei spoke listlessly with a hoarse voice, "and you're asking me to get one hundred points. Are you deliberately cursing me?"
Fu Ting froze for a moment. She forgot about this! Embarrassed, she wanted to quickly take away the dough stick and eggs.
Xie Tiao, who happened to be in the corridor, sighed softly. "You're so cruel, Brother Fu! You always get a zero in your exam. You'll have very good prospects if you can score a hundred points."
Fu Pei gave him a pointed stare. "Nobody takes you dumb if you don't speak."
'Okay, so now I'm the arrogant one,' Xie Tiao thought to himself. How dare he publicly criticize Brother Fu!
"Brother Fu, give that to me if you don't wanna eat them. I'm hungry..." Xie Tiao groaned as he stretched his arm to swipe them.
Fu Pei saw red in an instant. His passive expression contrasted his action of stepping on Xie Tiao's foot with so much force.
"!" Xie Tiao was in pain and took a sharp inhale. He wanted to cry out, but he immediately shut his mouth and chose to bear the pain with a twisted face when he saw Fu Pei's warning eyes.
"What happened to you?" Fu Ting frowned and looked at him worriedly.
"Nothing. Nothing!" Xie Tiao waved his trembling hand and returned to his seat, all while he put on a facade.
Boohoo! He would never dare touch Master Ting's stuff in the future.
After Xie Tiao's interruption, Fu Ting forgot about the deep-fried dough stick and eggs.
Fu Pei secretly... He secretly kept the dough stick and eggs. As Fu Ting turned away, he lowered his blank face and finished them quickly.
It did not matter if he could actually score a hundred points, or who made the dough stick and eggs.
The critical thing was—
He should save on food! This was a traditional virtue of the Chinese people. Was that understood?
...
The exam began soon after.
The homeroom teacher feared that Fu Ting and Fu Pei would cheat, thus she deliberately came to supervise both of them.
During the exam, Fu Pei slept on the table as usual.
On the other hand, Fu Ting wrote the exam conscientiously as how a good student would.
Did she judge her wrongly?
The homeroom teacher walked over to Fu Ting's table and took a close look. What she saw stunned her.
The exam was in mathematics. Everyone knew how difficult mathematics could be and often struggled to perform the mathematical calculations. However, Fu Ting acted as though she was playing; she answered one question after another and did not use draft paper at all. She completed the first page in just ten minutes.
Although Fu Ting's handwriting was very pleasant to the eye, she obviously wrote her answers without any basis. The homeroom teacher had never seen the methods Fu Ting used to solve the questions.
The homeroom teacher was disgusted; she put too much thought into it after all. Fu Ting was such a fool that she could never be a good student.
It seemed that these two malignant tumors could be driven away successfully this time.
Relieved, the homeroom teacher never came over to monitor again. She could not bear being near these two another second longer.
Just like that, the examination day was over.