The first subject to be tested is Chinese. Originally, for a person like her who has studied classical Chinese for ten years and has extraordinary memory and understanding, even the professor of ancient Chinese at the university cannot compare with her.
However, the exam is another matter. Many of the questions are basic knowledge questions taught by the teacher in class. Yang Zimei has never heard of them, so many questions can only be answered by guessing.
After filling out the questions and writing the essay, she was not very good at writing in vernacular, so she wrote a large essay in classical Chinese.
The other subjects that followed, except English listening and composition, were all very smooth, and I could get full marks by visual inspection.
After the three-day mock test, it was the weekend off. Everyone was like a bird letting go. They breathed a sigh of relief and went to find their own programs.
Xia Mo wanted to invite Yang Zimei to watch a movie again, but was rejected because Murong Yunqing came back from Myanmar and brought back truckloads of wool, and she had to grab some.
Since the last dance incident, Yang Zimei hasn't seen Murong Yunqing for a long time.
Maybe it's because the sunshine on the border between China and Myanmar is too strong. Murong Yunqing looks a lot darker than before. His hair is slightly longer and a little messy. Green beard grows on the sides of his originally white lips. He wears gold thread all the time.
He also took off his glasses, and was wearing a pair of distressed frosted jeans and a tight black T-shirt. His whole personality was completely different from before, and he looked a little more masculine.
Seeing Murong Yunqing who was a little different, Yang Zimei was really not used to it.
Seeing her arrival, Murong Yunqing stopped what he was doing and greeted her with a smile.
Yang Zimei noticed that his smile seemed a little more helpless, even a little sad.
Did something happen to him?
Out of respect for other people's privacy, Yang Zimei did not look at him with his heavenly eyes.
"Zimei, school is over?" Murong Yunqing asked loudly, and then slightly averted his eyes from her body.
"Yeah." Yang Zimei felt that the atmosphere was a bit inappropriate, but she didn't know what was wrong.
"I have piled all the woolen materials in the backyard. They are all clearly priced. You can choose as you like." Murong Yunqing's tone lost the previous enthusiasm and became a little more alienated.
Yang Zimei glanced at him and nodded, but felt a little confused.
Could it be that he was frightened by his fierce moves at the disco bar last time?
Logically speaking, he shouldn't be intimidated so easily.
No matter what, it was his own business. She didn't bother to think about it and turned into the backyard.
Several regular customers have come to the backyard, including Huang Xiongyuan.
As soon as Huang Xiongyuan saw her, he immediately greeted her, "Miss Yang, are you here?"
"Hello, Mr. Huang." Yang Zimei said with a smile, "Have you selected the wool?"
"Not yet, I'm just watching." Huang Xiongyuan said. Ever since Yang Zimei gave him some guidance on Feng Shui problems, his life has become extremely smooth again. Therefore, he is very grateful to Yang Zimei.
"Mr. Huang, you go ahead and take a look," Yang Zimei said with a smile.
"Okay, okay, seeing Miss Yang today, I have a premonition that my luck will be very good." Huang Xiongyuan said with a simple smile.
Yang Zimei smiled but did not answer, and raised his eyes to look at the wool in front of him.
This time, Murong Yunqing spent a lot of money to transport all these woolen materials, which were piled up in the backyard. The big ones weighed several tons, and the small ones were as big as pebbles.
When buying wool in other places, the price is not marked, and the price can be raised at any time according to the buyer's wishes.
The difference here at Murong Yunqing is that everything is priced. Whether you like it or not, it is the same price, which saves everyone the trouble.