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âRemember what you promised me!â He had one arm around her neck pinning her into his embrace as though to show her who was boss.
âCan you let go of me? Youâre heavy, you know that!?â Mu Xiaoxiao could still feel the pain from him squishing her face from before.
âNo! Iâm not even leaning on you, so whereâs the weight from?â
Even though Yin Shaojie had retorted like that, he still lessened his grip substantially when he realized that her face was scrunched up in discomfort.
Mu Xiaoxiao glared at him in displeasure and simply pulled his arm off and hugged it to herself.
âIs this okay now? Letâs go. Itâs time for class!â
âOh yeah, what did you say just now? You were going to look for that fellow after school too? I forbid you from doing so!â
âWhat did you say? The windâs too loud; I canât hear you!â
âYou little wretch!â
â¦
After school.
Mu Xiaoxiao arrived at Year Threeâs Class S on the dot to see the end of the examination. There were students filing out of the class, and the teacher was still arranging the examination scripts.
However, there was no sign of Lu Yichen when she entered the class.
She grabbed a passer-by and asked, confused, âWhereâs Lu Yichen?â
âHe left after handing in his papers early.â
Mu Xiaoxiao was shocked. âLeft early? But his hand⦠Oh yeah, did you see which hand he used to write during the examination?â
The student seemed as though he remembered this clearly and answered instantly, âHis left hand.â
âAre you sure?â Mu Xiaoxiao pressed.
âYeah, he used his left hand for the entirety of the exam and everyone saw it. How can I remember that incorrectly?â
Mu Xiaoxiao only let him go after finishing her interrogation.
When the teacher passed her when he was about to leave after organizing the scripts, she was shocked. âH-Hello, Young Master Jie!â
âHi teacher, hold on.â
Mu Xiaoxiao turned to look at Yin Shaojie when she heard his magnetic voice from behind her, stopping the teacher in his tracks mysteriously.
She walked over curiously. âJie, what are you doing?â
The teacher walked back to the teaching podium at a gesture of Yin Shaojieâs gaze.
âSit down.â
At Yin Shaojieâs command, the teacher sat down obediently.
Watching this, Mu Xiaoxiao didnât know whether she should laugh or cry. Which student dared to command a teacher like that? She felt sorry for the teacher.
The teacher was a little nervous as he asked, âYoung Master Jie, whatâs the matter?â
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at Yin Shaojie curiously as well, wanting to know what he was up to.
Yin Shaojie motioned to the papers in the teacherâs hand with his eyes and said, âTake out Lu Yichenâs paper and mark it right here.â
Not daring to object, the teacher rummaged through the pile for Lu Yichenâs script. Wielding a red pen, he lowered her head and began to mark the paper.
Perhaps he was afraid to let Young Master Jie wait for long, for he was swift with his grading.
It was done only after a few minutes. He handed the paper to Yin Shaojie.
âYoung Master Jie, the paper has been marked.â
Mu Xiaoxiao craned her neck to look anxiously. Her eyes widened into saucers as she saw the marks that had been written. âFull marks?!â She couldnât believe it.
She looked astounded as she looked at the teacher. âTeacher, didnât Lu Yichen use his left hand to write the exam?â
âYes.â Seeing that she had a friendly demeanor, the teacher was much less nervous.
âThen heâ¦â Mu Xiaoxiao took another glance at the mathematics paper and found that the handwriting was indeed crooked as though the handwriting had not been dexterous. The circle that he had been required to draw by the question at the end looked a little misshapen.
The teacher seemed to know what she was thinking and explained, âHis writing is legible, but to be able to write with his left hand and not have his thought process affected is amazing.â