Chapter 473: The moment the pen touches the paper, it

The group turned around, full of presence, their various hair colors especially eye-catching in the crowd.

"Ah! Song Yan, you're my idol."

"Oh my god, really, I'm so excited," the girl who was called covered her face, pointed in a direction, "My parents even prepared a sign for me that says "Song Yan's wife.""

"Ahhhhh! I just hope my husband blesses me to get a 700, I'm not asking for much."

"I knew he'd come to escort the young lady to the exam, or rather we're fortunate to be taking the exam at Lan Lin Nan Feng."

"……"

Song Yan glanced at the sign, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly under his mask.

Qing An, who had arrived late, reached out and hooked his shoulder, "Yo, my sister got in pretty quickly."

"Someone who comes that late doesn't deserve to talk to me."

Qing An silently withdrew his hand and stopped speaking.

Mu Youyu followed Mu Xi into Lan Lin, unable to wait, she took off her scarf and shoved it into her brother's hands, "Second brother, I'm sharing my good luck with you!"

Mu Xi saw his sister really wasn't wearing it, helplessly put it away, "Then thanks for the good luck, dear."

"You're welcome."

In contrast, Jiang Liangjin and Song Lujing over there weren't so harmonious.

Jiang Liangjin followed that person, walking much faster than at the gate, and Song Lujing caught up, "A Jin, why are you walking so fast?"

"The exam is about to start."

"We came so early, we're not in a hurry."

Jiang Liangjin walked on by himself, "I'm in a hurry."

Inside the exam hall, when the time came, the invigilator handed out the test papers and answer sheets.

The test paper landed on the desk, Mu Youyu opened her pencil case, took a deep breath, and lowered her eyes to the page.

The Chinese language questions weren't much to talk about, much simpler than the usual joint exams, mostly basic questions.

"Please note, candidates may only begin answering after the start signal is given. If a candidate answers early, the invigilator should stop them immediately and give a public warning."

Mu Youyu thought for a moment, and an idea for the essay formed.

Following the announcement "Candidates, you may now start answering," all examinees lifted their spirits and seriously put pen to paper.

Mu Youyu picked up her pen to answer, her handwriting neat, her thoughts clear and smooth, with hardly any pauses throughout.

At the same time, Mu Xi, Song Lujing, Yu Ci, and Gu Xingnan were also answering calmly.

At the neighboring school, Jiang Liangjin was just as quick in answering, his paper just as neat.

After finishing and checking it once, he quietly propped his chin, lowered his brows, silently calculating the time, waiting to get out early to see her.

Half an hour before the first Chinese exam ended, reporters shouldered their cameras and waited outside the police line, lenses fixed on the exit, ready to snap the first student to come out.

Based on past experience, the first person to walk out of the exam hall is either a genius or a failure—either way, there's material to write about!

Finally, the first figure to emerge from the Nan Feng test site walked out slowly, a male student dressed all in black, hands in his pockets, empty-handed.

As soon as someone came out, the parents at the door raised their phones and started filming.

Reporters rushed forward with microphones, their lenses practically shoved in his face, "Hello, student! You're the first examinee to come out from here—may I interview you?"

Yo, he's quite the handsome guy!

Song Lujing lifted his eyes, "Sure."

Just here to show off.

"May I ask your name?"

Song Lujing had one hand in his pocket, the other casually twisting off the red scarf around his neck, chin slightly raised, pulling it off with the flair of a 258,000‑something, "Song Lujing."

The photographer next to him couldn't help pointing his camera at the scarf in his hand, and the reporter also noticed the highlight, curiously asking, "Student, does that red cloth you were just wearing have any special meaning?"

Grandma Aunt: "Who are you talking about, red cloth?!"

Song Lujing didn't notice this small detail, "Just for luck, wishing myself a victorious start."

The atmosphere eased, and the reporter continued, "Student, you handed in your paper so quickly—did you manage all the questions? What score do you expect?"

Song Lujing slightly bent his left leg, struck a cool pose, "However many points I get, that's how many I get."

Alright then.

The reporter pressed on, "Do you have confidence in the upcoming exams? Is there anything you'd like to say to yourself?"

Song Lujing's eyes swept over the lens, still indifferent, "I don't care either way."

He suddenly remembered something, his tone finally gaining a hint of humanity, "I hope my sister isn't worn out."

Having said that, he no longer paid attention to the reporters and cameras surrounding him, and without looking back, he slowly walked toward the direction of the Mu family group.

The scarf fluttered in the wind, leaving a stunned reporter and parents frantically snapping photos with their phones.

Someone nearby muttered quietly, "Who is this guy, acting so cocky?"

Someone instantly replied, "That's the Mu family's guy, Song Lujing, a recommended student—he's just here to experience life at the exam site."

Everyone suddenly understood: oh, then it's fine.

Song Lujing turned a deaf ear and walked straight to his grandmother's seat.

Grandma Song was sitting under the shade sipping tea; seeing him approach before she could speak, she saw him toss the scarf onto the table and announce, "The exam is over."

Grandma Song looked at him, both annoyed and amused, picked up the scarf and folded it neatly, "As long as the exam's over, hopefully you scored in the triple digits?"

"Of course! Grandma, you're treating me like an idiot!"

Grandma Aunt laughed and agreed, "Exactly, we know our little Jing isn't an idiot."

Song Lujing hummed a few times, about to retort, when his eyes caught the banner unfolded by the bodyguards and lit up, "Yo, are these ours?"

Song Huaixian gloated, "Of course, mine's the best‑looking."

Song LuXiao raised an eyebrow, handed the phone to his younger brother, "Here."

"You're right." The phone came, Song Lujing had no time to mind others, leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and started scrolling the game interface.

Mu Youyu, out of consideration for the reporters outside, did not hand in her paper early; she waited until the exam ended with the bell before tidying her belongings and exiting.

As soon as she left the exam hall, she saw that Mu Xi and Jiang Liangjin were already waiting for her at the door.

After finishing one subject, the examinees had no leisure to look at handsome guys; each thought only of rushing out of the school gate.

Mu Youyu smiled and said, "You came out early?"

"Yes, we handed in our papers early." Jiang Liangjin twisted open the water in his hand and passed it over, asking, "Thirsty? Shall I take you to rest?"

"Okay." Mu Youyu took the water, drank a sip, and the three, without mentioning the exam, walked side by side toward outside the school.

Walking out of the school gate, banners that stretched as far as the eye could see extended all the way to the spot where the Mu, Song, Jiang, and Shen families were waiting.

The members of the four families stood somewhat scattered; Mu Youyu's steps paused slightly, and her gaze fell on the several most conspicuous banners ahead.

The longest banner stretched out from the crowd, hung in front of the motorcade, with a dark red background and gold-thread embroidery: "Miss Mu Youyu only needs to pick up the pen; the whole family will back you up!"

Each character was stitched with gold thread, stitch by stitch, and sparkled in the sunlight.

Lin Ning also arrived, her pink hair especially eye-catching; the two bodyguards beside her held up a banner that read: "Princess Mingxi faces the exam; the moment she puts pen to paper, it's her home turf!"