Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Chapter 100: Unicorn in the Pond

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In the evening, the school was quieter than in the day. In the classroom of Class One Grade Nine on the fifth floor of the teaching building, the atmosphere was so quiet that it was a bit solemn.

The only audible sound in the classroom was the rustling sound of pens stroking across the paper. Every student was concentrated on answering their exam paper.

It seemed that Ye Jian wrote faster than any other student. She wrote her answers so swiftly as if she didn’t need to think at all.

Without any pause or hesitation, she just wrote her answers smoothly as if she was taking down notes in class.

With their piercing eyes, the two teachers from the Provincial No.1 Middle School glanced at the top students of Fujun Town Middle School. In total, 62 students from the eighth and ninth grade had registered for this competition. It’s estimated that half of them would be eliminated from the primary contest.

And the only purpose Principal Cao conducted the second selection on the next day of midterm was to strengthen the students!

They needed to know whether the students could produce a stable performance during the four-day examinations and to see which students would have cold feet or give up halfway.

If anyone could stand out from this competition, it would be... Smiling gently, Mrs. Song walked up beside Ye Jian.

No wonder Principal Chen embarrassed Mrs. Ke. It was unimaginably weird that such an excellent student was suppressed by the head teacher of her class.

It was the first time that she ran into such a circumstance during the more than twenty years of her teaching career.

After standing for less than three minutes, Mrs. Song slightly tightened her pupils. Quietly, she walked over to Mrs. Zhu, who taught math at the advanced classes of the Provincial No.1 Middle School, whispering, “Old Zhu, go and watch over her.”

It’s either the top students or the cheating students that could draw the teachers’ attention during exams. contemporary romance

Among all the teachers in the Provincial No.1 Middle School, Mrs. Zhu was the only one who had served as the exam-setter at the National Mathematical Olympiad, and she had also led students abroad to participate in Mathematical Olympiad Competition many times. When she arrived beside Ye Jian’s desk, she couldn’t move a single step, as if her legs were rooted to the spot.

Since the two teachers alternately stood beside one student’s desk for a long time, they had accidentally drawn the attention of some students.

Ye Ying was one of them.

At the sight of this, the look in her eyes was as gloomy and cold as dirty well water.

The ballpoint pen in her hands was about to be broken into two. She was exerting so much strength that the veins were visible from the back of her hands.

No matter how concentrated Ye Jian was, it is hard to ignore such a cold and dirty glare.

Calmly, she raised her eyes to look in front in a casual way, gazing at Ye Ying, who was a row away from her, for a few seconds. She gave Ye Ying a scornful smile.

Her smile, so unpleasant to look at, also contained her disdain for me! Ye Ying gritted her teeth. Her eyes became colder and gloomier.

She glared at Ye Jian. As she was about to freak out, something seemed to occur to her. She took a deep breath, controlling her mood and looked away by biting her tongue.

No. I cannot let Ye Jian influence me!

Dad is correct. Before I become strong enough to deal with Ye Jian, the first thing I should learn is tolerance!

Ye Jian had observed Ye Ying’s reactions. As she lowered her watery black eyes, the look in them became a bit chilling.

The reason behind Ye Ying’s success in her past life, apart from her capabilities, was that Ye Zhifan offered advice to her!

“The last question. Can’t you solve it?”

Mrs. Zhu felt anxious because Ye Jian hadn’t written for a long time. “It’s a bit difficult. But you have learned the knowledge, which the question is testing on, in your eighth grade. Think about it.”

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