While the others were still scratching their heads and trying to answer the first few multiple choice questions, Meng Fu had already flipped to the poetry page.
The invigilator stopped beside Meng Fu and lowered his head to watch her write a line of poetry smoothly.
Her handwriting on the paper was not so scribbled. It was very neat and well-defined. The invigilator had taught so many students, but this was the first time she had seen such beautiful handwriting. She stopped in her tracks.
Which class was this student from?
How come I've never heard of it before?
He paid special attention to the name of the student sent by Zhou Jin-
Meng Fu.
This name was a little familiar.
The invigilator looked at the girl whose face seemed to be invisible in surprise.
Afraid that the students would be too stressed, he looked at Meng Fu's writing for a while before leaving. He remembered the two words 'Meng Fu'.
The first Chinese exam was from 8 am to 10:30 am.
