Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

“Don't you know?” Su Ruirui was happy to answer the question for her on the side, “You weren't here yesterday and the teacher told us to prepare for a test.”

“You have to take the test back to correct your mistakes, your parents have to sign it too.”

Ye Sang heard that signature was needed, she recalled her three dog-like fathers and her hair shot up anxiously.

The little girl asked nervously, “Will they hit my b.u.t.t if I don't do well for the test?”

Ye Niannian recalled himself getting beaten up by his parents and he nodded heavily and explained as someone with past experience, “Not only that but also a beating from the socialists.”

Ye Sang, who just gotten her b.u.t.t hit a day ago: “…”

Ms. Liu frowned lightly and saw the bunch of kids sitting together. She slapped the table and warned: “Su Ruirui, Ye Niannian! What are you two doing?”

“Go back to your own spots. I'll be handing out test papers as we are having a small test.”

She smiled gently. After all the children sat down, she cleared her throat.

“Here. The time limit is half an hour and all the questions are simple. You've all been here for a month now, you can work on these questions.”

Those children who didn't want to do the test rested on their desks bitterly without any energy.

Not long after getting the test paper, the little thing already felt sleepy.

Ms. Liu glanced at all the turnip heads and sat down on the teacher's desk, started to scroll through her phone out of boredom.

When the teacher wasn't paying attention, Su Ruirui and Ye Niannian exchanged glances with each other and started pa.s.sing notes silently.

During this time, Ye Sang watched the two pa.s.sing cheats naturally like flowing water in confusion.

The little thing swayed her head and saw the last question, as well as questions regarding comprehension of poems, her cat eyes lit up.

She knows how to write poems!

And comprehension too.

No one knew what gave Ye Sang the confidence but even she thought that she had a gift in literature and language.

The little thing lowered her head and started to work on the questions seriously. Shen Yan'an freed some time to look at the idiot and found she was doing math questions on the other side of the paper.

The little girl was rather confident. She scribbled away but got most of them wrong.

Shen Yan'an lips twitched and he couldn't bear to watch it anymore, “You got everything wrong.”

He pointed at the test lightly with his fingers, “Here, this equals eighteen, and that's seven.”

“This is multiply and division, not addition and subtraction.”

It was obvious that the little thing never learned how to multiply and divide.

But Ye Sang refused to listen.

The boy stared at her still young and innocent face, and with her confident scribbles, he asked after a moment of silence, “Sis, did Piaorou give you confidence when you did these questions?”

#Use Piaorou, gain confidence#

When the two were staring at each other, Ye Niannian already finished his test and secretly pa.s.sed it to Ye Sang, whispering, “Ye Sangsang, I'll let you borrow my test.”

Shen Yan'an glanced at him and glanced thinking that they must be true love.

However, Su Ruirui's voice came from the other side too, “Borrow mine, I came first in cla.s.s before!”

Ye Niannian panicked, “What about being first? You only got two marks higher than me?”

“Sangsang already said that she likes my test.”

Ye Sang, who was forced into liking it. “…” No, she didn't. 

Su Ruirui howled back, refusing to accept it, “You are farting, Ye Sangsang obviously likes mine more.”

“Look at the things you wrote.”

Ye Niannian was infuriated, “Get out of here. Look at your incoherent poems and compositions, what makes you the face to criticize me?”

The boy stood up from his stool angrily.

He pouted and finally read it out, “The light rain continued and continuously rained, pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter pitter patter patter…”

“What? There's no end to your rain pitter pattering? Don't you know how to change up your vocabulary?”

Su Ruirui blushed, “…” d.a.m.n it.

Because the two children were too angry and didn't keep their voices down, the entire cla.s.s heard their strange conversation.

The teacher put her head on the desk and almost lost herself from laughing so hard.

Su Ruirui breathed deeply and yelled back because he felt he just lost face, “And what about you? Your incoherent poem? A tree of pear blossoms pressing down a tree of blooming begonia, a spray of red apricot blossom has already reached over the wall?1 Your literature teacher can't keep her coffin lid shut anymore!!”

Ms. Liu: “…”

“…” Ye Niannian felt humiliated.

He made his final struggle, “Mine's called being artistic, you know your hammer.”

Su Ruirui fought back, “Mine's called reduplication, you know your a.s.s.”

Great. 

The two stuck to their own version and started an argument because of a stupid test.

The teacher forced down the urge of twitching her lips as she was dying from laughing at these two brats.

“Ahem.” Ms. Liu cleared her throat and gestured to them to be quiet, “You are in the middle of a test, you dare to pa.s.s your test around?”

“Don't you know that counts as cheating?”

Su Ruirui argued back, “It's not called cheating.”

Mr. Liu raised an eyebrow, “What is it then?”

Ye Niannian replied justly, “It's called referencing and borrowing!”

Ms. Liu: “…” What a bunch of naughty brats. 

They were really close to making her laugh.

The woman took over the children's papers and raised an eyebrow while forcing her laughter back, “You want Sangsang to reference your tests with something like this?”

Ms. Liu looked through it carefully and couldn't help but to laugh as she pointed at the test, “The last question is a poem composition and you can freely express what you want, but read it out for me in a loud voice, what did you two write?”

The boys exchanged a glance with each other.

They didn't know what to write the last composition question so they “unified their culture”.

The two unhappily pouted, “Miss, what's wrong with it?”

Didn't she say they could express themselves freely?

Of course they could write whatever they want.

Other children might not even rhyme as well as them.

Ms. Liu gave the test back to them and asked the children to read out their “shared” answer, “Okay my babies, read your answer out and enlighten the others.”

She didn't even hide the amus.e.m.e.nt and tease in her voice.

“…” Su Ruirui and Ye Niannian exchanged a glance with each other and frowned slightly. Under the teacher's abuse of authority, they unwillingly dragged their voices on.

The two echoed with each other without energy,

Ye Niannian swayed his head as he read: “An expert in the mortal world……1”

“… Defeated in the underworld.”

“Dead in the mortuary.”

Su Ruirui slowly continued, “… Brothers cool AF.”

They both read the last line aloud, “Ascend to heaven after death.”