My imagination has come true

Chapter 59
Inside and outside the multimedia classroom, everyone stared at Gao Xiaowei, as if a flower had grown on his face.

Only student Gao himself still believes that he will be able to pass this test.There are quite a few students from Class [-] outside who wish they could find a piece of tofu and shoot themselves to death.

"Who are these people!"

The students in Class Nine were even more outraged.

"What do you mean? This guy takes the academic achievements of our monitor as his own use?"

Several students couldn't help but took two steps forward and almost squeezed into the classroom door.

Mu Qingyun was not angry. She glanced at the empty test papers on the big screen, and directly took the computer used by Gao classmate to her. In less than 10 minutes, the entire page was [-]% filled, and there were some essay questions left. Only wrote the outline.

With a ding-dong sound——'Congratulations' Gao Xiaowei, you scored 95 on the test paper, and you have surpassed 90.00% of the candidates. I hope you will continue to work hard and achieve better results.Please pay attention to the answering time, do not overtime. '

No matter how thick-skinned Gao Xiaowei was, he couldn't stand it anymore. After brushing it, his face turned red like it was on fire.

Mu Qingyun casually took the printed version of the article handed over by Grandma Qiao, looked at it and said with a smile: "Nowadays, the software that captures text is usually not very accurate. If you want to use it next time, you'd better use the VIP version." .”

"Also, in my own notebook, I will use these abbreviations, symbols, etc. to record my own mood at that time, and sometimes I will write something indiscriminately. I know that I am scribbled, so it doesn't matter."

"But if you took my notebook and just copied it without distinction, it would be a joke."

Mu Qingyun took out her pen and circled a small theater she wrote, "Although I wrote a small theater where Li Qingzhao met Su Shi, I said that Li Qingzhao is Su Shi's little fan girl."

"But I'm joking, it's just for fun, it's fictional, you can't believe this, Li Qingzhao and Su Shi were born in the south and the north, and they were born in different eras, at least I don't think the two of them lived in that era. , can have the opportunity to meet. The two are just friends."

Mu Qingyun pointed to the option that Gao Xiaowei selected among the few multiple-choice questions when he answered the question just now.

"The one who echoes Su Shi's poems must not be Li Qingzhao."

Gao Xiaowei's face turned pale.

Qiao Wenshu, Hezhou and the others have no interest in persuading Gao Xiaowei anymore, and said coldly: "The exact punishment depends on your school."

Gao Xiaowei spoke harshly: "I don't agree, Teacher Qiao, I know you have a good relationship with Mu Qingyun, so you naturally have to favor her."

He couldn't say a word, but he couldn't continue. In fact, these professors, teachers, looked at his expressions even more unsightly.

Gao Xiaowei's eyes glistened with tears.

"Forget it, I don't care too much, Mu Qingyun, what kind of quality you are, maybe others don't know, so don't I know?"

He and Aizhen have a good relationship, and of course he knows about Aizhen's sister.

"Other times you can play tricks, I want to see if you still have such skills in the college entrance examination."

After speaking, he finally turned around, squeezed away those classmates who were staring at him with weird eyes, and rushed out.

A large group of students showed a trace of consternation on their faces.

Mu Qingyun's mood was not affected in the slightest. He looked at the time, said a few words to Mr. Qiao and the others, and then hurried out the door. Looking over, the students in Class [-] immediately turned their heads and walked to the classroom obediently.

The next class is math class, depending on the time, I have to go to class for a while.

However, Teacher Zhang and several other teachers also stood in the group of students. The students looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling panicked after eating a melon, but not afraid.

Before three days passed, Gao Xiaowei voluntarily dropped out of school.

I heard that it will not affect the college entrance examination.

When schools treat students, they always tend to give them more opportunities and protect them better.

Mu Qingyun was very calm about this, not angry or aggrieved.

Anyway, for now, Gao Xiaowei's name has completely disappeared from Mu Qingyun's ears.

Only the system that has not yet settled, reminded her that this person may still have the last fragrance left to refine the fake into the real.

After such a long 'battle', she was no longer afraid of those things at all, in short, life was completely calm.

Just like Gao Xiaowei's cruel words when he finally left school - see you in the college entrance examination.

"I'm afraid I won't see you."

She is about to take the college entrance examination in her sophomore year.

Autumn and winter come, everything is bleak.

Winter goes to spring and comes again, and vegetation grows.

In a blink of an eye, a year and a half seemed to be lost in a blink of an eye.

Mu Qingyun tore off the last countdown card, stood up and stretched his waist, gently moved his shoulder blades, and his body suddenly made a crackling sound.

The clothes seem to be a little short.

Just as Mu Qingyun was about to measure her height, she received a video call from Teacher Zhang. Before Teacher Zhang, the class was preparing for the final exam, and the students who were waiting for the summer vacation had sent her a group of video blessings.

"Have you packed your admission ticket? Have you brought enough pens? Have you brought everything?"

Mu Qingyun took out his transparent test bag and showed it to the teacher.

Just now, Teacher Jia checked her, and Mr. Qiao, who was busy with his busy schedule, also called.

Putting down Teacher Zhang's phone call, her mother Yang Yuge's video call came again.

This is the second pass today.

Her mother had to come to accompany the exam, but she sprained her waist before leaving. Her stepfather, Uncle Guo, just suffered from a cerebral hemorrhage the year before last. Although he recovered well, he dared not come at this time.

In case something happens, is it to accompany the exam, or to make trouble for others?

"Why don't you let Gangzi and your sister Cai go there?"

Yang Yuge was worried about 120.

He said that his daughter was only a sophomore in high school, but she was still uneasy just to try it out.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing, comforted her mother softly, drank a cup of tea, stood up slowly and walked to the full-length mirror.

The girl in the mirror was slender and straight, with clear eyebrows and clean eyes, calm and relaxed.

When this day really came, she was so calm and not nervous.

For one and a half years, she studied and exercised every day, adding up to eleven or twelve hours.

Before going to bed, she had to memorize the materials.

She listens to English during meals.

She read the textbooks of each subject five times thicker.

After eating six meals a day and doing boxing exercises every day, she lost 110 pounds.

She drove the car of "Heaven rewards those who work hard", but still experienced a lot of skin and bones.

That night, when Mu Qingyun woke up until dawn, he did not dream.

In the early morning, Jia Junhao changed into an extended nanny car and took Mu Qingyun to the No. [-] Middle School test center.

Watching Mu Qingyun enter the examination room, Jia Junhao took out a cigarette and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and couldn't help but smile.

He also likes teaching students, maybe he can be a teacher seriously in the future.

The first subject is Chinese.

Even though Mu Qingyun didn't think it was difficult, he still answered each question carefully and carefully.

The last one is a material composition, which is a composition with the theme of sacrifice, risk and hero.

Mu Qingyun thought about it for a while, and was about to write, when one story after another suddenly appeared in his mind, and his thoughts flowed in a flash, as if writing with divine help.

In one composition, she wrote three characters and three short stories, all of which were people and events during the catastrophe period.

What she writes is not a household name hero, but a hero who is as indispensable as a screw, but unknown in history.

Using a broken knife as a clue, a whole story was strung together. After writing it and reading it carefully, Mu Qingyun's eyes became slightly hot, and he couldn't change a single word.

(End of this chapter)