Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 162: Sister Ye, ruthless person!

Chapter 162: Sister Ye, ruthless person!

Xia Ye glanced at him.

Xia Yuzheng felt a drop of cold sweat trickle down his temple.

Recently, Yeye had finally started to treat him a bit better and he had almost ruined it again.

Thankfully, his wife reminded him just in time.

Xu He picked up the conversation, "Little Tiangao, Mommy knew you would perform well. Before the exam, I saw you studying hard in your room. We only compare ourselves with our own past, not with others. As long as you did well, that’s all that matters. The exact score isn’t important."

After pouring out some motivational words, Xu He asked the kitchen staff to prepare real black chicken soup, which had been kept warm, ready for Wu Ma to bring it over now.

**

At this moment, over at the old house.

In front of Xia Yourong, there was also a bowl of chicken soup. She knew she hadn’t done well in her Chinese exam and wasn’t in high spirits.

She relied solely on rote memorization for ancient texts. It worked okay usually, but the difficulty of this exam exposed her weakness.

Xu Qing tried to console her, but it was quite different from Xu He’s approach.

"It’s okay. If you found it difficult, others must have found it even harder. The scores will be lower overall, and when it comes to ranking, you’ll still be high. After all, it’s not the scores that matter in the college entrance exam, but the ranking."

Qiao Yufen also rubbed her cane, "Exactly, what’s with that person who set the exam? Chinese isn’t like math, physics, or chemistry. There aren’t any international competitions for it. Why make it so tough? Just showing off."

Yourong felt better hearing them talk like that, "That’s right, Grandma. If the Chinese exam hadn’t been so difficult, I would have definitely been among the top five in the whole city. But Mom’s right, if I found it difficult, everyone else must have found it even harder. When we finished the exam and went back to the classroom, several girls were crying. So even if Chinese brings down my score, I estimate I’ll probably still be around seventh or eighth in the city ranking."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing became overjoyed, "Oh, ranking seven or eight is fine. Every year, the ones in the city’s top ten have no problem getting into Beijing University. You can pick whatever major you like."

The room quickly filled with joy again.

Qiao Yufen pushed the chicken soup towards her granddaughter, "Will your results come out next Monday?"

Yourong skimmed off the layer of oil on the surface, fearing weight gain, and sipped the soup lightly, "Yes, the teachers are grading over the weekend, and the results will be out on Monday."

Qiao Yufen nodded, "You’ve been working so hard preparing for the exams recently; where do you want to go for fun tomorrow? Grandma will take you."

Yourong exchanged a look with Xu Qing and smiled sweetly, "Grandma, I’m all grown up now, not a little kid anymore. Where could I possibly want to go play? But... it’s been really hot recently, and I feel like the clothes from spring are a bit stuffy, which affects my train of thought when doing problems..."

Yufen frowned slightly, "If it affects your studies, that won’t do. Then this weekend, Grandma will take you to Xinguang to buy some clothes."

Yourong smiled coyly, "Thank you, Grandma."

**

Xia Ye downed her chicken soup in one go, not wasting the most delicious and nutritious bits of oil.

After finishing, she went back to her room to continue reading.

Although the exams were over, with only one month left until the college entrance exam, a few more days of studying wouldn’t make much difference.

Before going to bed, Xia Yuzheng knocked on her door.

She shuffled some potted plants inside, then cracked the door open slightly, "What’s up, Dad?"

Yuzheng smiled warmly, "This weekend, I don’t have to go to the company, and since you’ve finished your exams, do you want to go out and maybe shop for some clothes? Dad will take you and Mom."

Xia Ye considered it seriously, "Let’s not. I’d like to study at home this weekend. We can talk about it after the college entrance exam is over."

The door closed again, and Xia Yuzheng could hardly believe what he had heard.

The exams were over, and Yeye still wanted to study at home?

**

This weekend, the students had time off, but teachers of senior year in high schools had to work overtime to grade papers.

Right now, teachers from First Middle School were meeting, organized by the heads of their respective subject departments, in the office to arrange the grading process.

For the closed-book exam, the papers were rotated among different schools for grading.

The head of the educational department had just brought over the papers they were to grade.

They were grading papers from No.3 Middle School.

Each department head led their teachers to a specially designated room to start the grading process.

Grading was divided into two parts: multiple-choice questions were graded by computer, which directly recognized the answers on the scantrons; essay and short-answer questions were scanned into the system as photographs by dedicated staff, then assessed manually by the grading teachers.

Because there is still a need to allocate time tomorrow for uploading students’ grades to the academic affairs system to rank them among the entire city,

it is required that the portion of the papers graded manually by teachers be completed within today.

Among these subjects, mathematics is the quickest to grade.

For the major questions, as long as they have been diligently attempted, and the approach is fundamentally sound, they are also relatively easy to award marks for.

By noon, the math group had already finished all of the manual grading, and Zhao Yuhuan and a few mathematics teachers went to visit the director of instruction.

The machine-scanning part for the answer sheets has also been completed, and now the total mathematics scores for No.3 Middle School students are available.

In all of No.3 Middle School, there are only three perfect scores.

Indeed, it’s not the case that simple questions result in more perfect scores.

Zhao Yuhuan shook her head and turned to look at the other teachers, "The performance of No.3 Middle School is really poor. Among these three, definitely one has to be Xiaorong’s."

The other teachers echoed, "Right, Xiaorong went to No.3 Middle School, right? It’s truly a pity, such a good student given away to No.3 Middle School for nothing."

While speaking, Zhao Yuhuan had already flipped through those three perfect score answer sheets.

"I’ve been saying the same thing..."

As Zhao Yuhuan spoke, she searched for those three answer sheets; she recognized Xia Yourong’s handwriting.

But strangely, after looking over all three answer sheets, not one was Xia Yourong’s...

Zhao Yuhuan’s expression was somewhat bizarre.

**

No.3 Middle School happened to be grading the papers from First Middle School.

The language arts team’s manual grading was specifically divided into grading the essay section and grading the other parts, two major categories.

Of these, the essay grading team obviously had the heavier workload.

Based on the central theme of this time’s essay, they had held a meeting lasting a full hour.

Only then did they have a clear idea of how many points each type of essay should receive.

The teachers one by one faced the computers with their tea cups filled with goji berries, honeysuckle, and licorice root, which are considered restorative remedies.

Indeed the essay question was difficult; it was distressing for the students to write, and even more so for them to grade.

Many students had gone off-topic.

A tall, skinny male teacher took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "If First Middle School students are already writing like this, aren’t our No.3 Middle School kids done for?"

"Difficult questions can widen the score gaps. Those with good performance will maintain their standard regardless," another teacher sipped his tea and nodded toward the computer screen in front of him.

He was currently grading an essay that had neat and elegant handwriting, was tightly centered on the theme, with a clear meaning.

He gave it 55 points.

All day, this was the only essay he had graded that surpassed 50 points.

It was very likely also the highest-scoring essay in the city for this examination.

The tall, skinny teacher’s tone was one of extreme envy, "On my end, let alone over 50 points, it seems like there’s only one over 40? I wish I could have a high-scoring essay to appreciate too, for a little healing..."

As he spoke, he gave the essay in his hand 21 points, then switched to the next one.

Almost as if his prayer had been answered, he saw the next essay he was to grade...

He read the first sentence... and didn’t understand it??

He quickly put his glasses back on and pushed them up his nose.

The teacher beside him saw his reaction and laughed helplessly, "Surely not another student who drew pictures on their test paper?"

He shook his head, "No, it’s an essay..."

"Why so surprised by an essay?"

The tall, skinny teacher stared intently at the screen, his voice sounding somewhat dreamy, "This student’s essay... is written in classical Chinese!"