Chapter 97

  Ye Chenyi looked at me with a puzzled expression as I suddenly turned gloomy: "What's wrong, Xiao Fei?"

  I gritted my teeth and stared at Ye Chenyi's black hair: "Nothing, just thought of a very annoying person!" My angry look made Ye Chenyi burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but laugh too. Anyway, that damned Qin Chuan will one day not be able to laugh!

  Went to bed very early tonight, because tomorrow is the first day of extracurricular exams! Let's work hard for seven days and be completely liberated!

  I had a terrible dream - I was woken up by being hit with a hemp sack emitting a refreshing scent, in short, it was very unpleasant! However, the smell was quite familiar, somewhat like the scent on Ye Chenyi's body.

  When the morning wind blows into my room through the window that I forgot to close, and lifts up the light beige curtains, I feel extremely excited! Why? Because today is the first day of extracurricular exams, and the martial arts exam that I've been looking forward to for a long time might be held today! But hopefully it won't be music or dance, that would definitely affect my performance afterwards...

  But there is a saying - the most likely thing to happen is the thing you least want to happen...... This saying comes from Cheng Xiaofei himself.

  Xiaoshi left early as usual today, quietly having breakfast. Yefenghua sent us to school. To be honest, the aristocratic academy isn't that great either, especially for non-boarding schools like this one. The entrance is always congested with cars during rush hour when students are going to and from school. Thanks to past experiences, Ye Chenyi and I got off the car a few hundred meters away and strolled leisurely.

  "Hey, Chen Yi, what do you think we'll be tested on today?"

  "Art and stuff?"

  "What? Why?" I widened my eyes, how can this be?!

  "Because fine arts require less time, but it's also possible that it's information technology or something like that. For competitive classes, I think they should be put in the back." Yeh Chen-yi explained.

  I nodded in agreement after listening --- Stop! What was I agreeing with?! Not at all!

  And so my mood hit rock bottom. The fact once again proved that Ye Chenyi was very insightful - "Classmates, please note, please enter the art classroom in order, the art exam is about to begin." Tianya has a total of five large art classrooms, which makes it possible to have classes at the same time without any problems, and during exams, they also start at the same time. Of course, there are only five, so each grade level is separate.

  But why must it start from first grade?

  I've been tapping my head with a pencil for half an hour, feeling bored. Although there's still plenty of time left, this question is typical - I can see it but don't understand it!

  What does it mean? —— Please draw your imagination based on the proposition.

  What's this "drawing out of imagination" thing? I've never heard of such a term in art before.

  I gloomily continued staring at the blank canvas.

  And what's even more speechless is that the question was actually an English word - Sunflower! Come on, not everyone has a good grasp of English, at least consider the needs of most students!

  "Xiao Fei, what's wrong?" Zhu Que asked softly, seeing my gloomy expression. Since each student had their own separate compartment, it was somewhat like the ancient imperial examination, so no one noticed him lingering by my side or speaking to me.

  It turns out that I didn't even know that the exam proctors were from the student union, because the exam times were staggered, so they could also fully arrange manpower. So, the president of the Bamboo Association joined our examination room.

  "What does this question even mean?"

  Bamboo shot a glance at me, smiling: "You're stupid, this obviously appeared on the English exam, it means sunflower." I blinked my eyes, for someone like me who's done with exams, how could I possibly remember? But surprisingly, it was supposed to be a drawing - a sunflower?

  That was once my favorite flower.

  The bamboo continued to circle around the examination room, and I fell into deep thought, as if I suddenly knew that it was a sunflower, and my pencil couldn't help but move. For the first time in my life, I felt what "inspiration" was.

  With a few strokes, although the technique is super bad, it can still be seen that it's a rough outline of a sunflower. It was a sunflower that a young man handed to a young girl, with whispers and soft murmurs... I had never been so serious and focused before, all of which were invested in this pencil drawing.

  When I put down my pen, I suddenly had a strong urge to cry.