The ensuing two days.
Were filled with stressful monthly exams.
Tang Qing had made ample preparations.
He believed he would certainly make good grades this time, just so that he wouldn't have to blankly stare at the blackboard anymore.
As for English, it was needless to say, he found he could easily get full marks. The listening comprehensions that seemed so difficult in his previous life were now a cakewalk. He felt speechless, how could he have been so dumb before?
Chinese language was a bit tough though.
There were many objective answers, but there were also a lot of subjective questions and unseen classical Chinese texts. As for the essay, he was not a literary saint, and one's writing ability could not improve in a short time.
He had written many copies, but at most, the use of language was much more meticulous and precise, and the examples given were no longer the nauseating examples of Li Bai, Du Fu, Tao Yuanming that the teachers were tired of seeing.
