My Girlfriend Who Develops Through Development

Anyouyu!!!

This girl's answers on the test were too perfect.

No matter how picky they were, they couldn't find any flaws.

The moment Pan Li put down her pen, her face was ashen. She stared blankly at the score on the test paper in her hand.

Full score!

This result is completely different from what we expected!

Standing by the window, Yan Shiming noticed Pan Li's expression, his lips curling into a wild smile as he muttered to himself, "Don't rush, this is just the appetizer."

The reason he trusted Pan Li to grade the papers alone was because he had absolute trust in An Youyu.

This girl possesses an innate kindness and integrity, and he is very confident that cheating is something that could never happen to a girl.

Furthermore, mathematics is different from other subjects.

Mathematics has correct answers. As long as the solution steps are correct, the answer is correct; even if Pan Li wants to find fault, she has no chance.

Yan Shiming sat down at his desk. "It looks like everyone has finished grading. Give me the papers, and I'll do a summary."

After putting down the test papers, the teachers of the two classes did not exchange words, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Pan Li was the same.

At this moment, she didn't care how many points Zhuang Qian scored, but rather how many points An Youyu scored.

In mathematics alone, Zhuang Qian has already fallen behind, and the only way to catch up is through other subjects.

Unbeknownst to her, Pan Li had come to believe in the authenticity of An Youyu's standardized test results.

However, she was unaware of the changes in her own mindset.

Yan Shiming quickly flipped through the test paper in front of him. Even though he was somewhat prepared, he was still deeply shocked when he saw the bright red 150 points.

"Lin Mo, 672 points."

Compared to the standardized test, Lin Mo's score improved by another 36 points.

The difficulty of this test was similar to that of the standardized test, and even slightly higher.

This shows just how incredible Lin Mo's improvement speed is.

The dozen or so teachers remained expressionless, their eyes still filled with expectation. They were not concerned about Lin Mo's grades, but rather about An Youyu.

In the entire office, only An Youyu was happy for Lin Mo.

Upon hearing Lin Mo's score, she gaped in surprise and poked his arm with her little finger, exclaiming, "You've improved so quickly! You're amazing!"

Surprise mixed with genuine joy.

An Youyu's eyes curved into crescent moons as she murmured, "At this rate, it seems like I really can get into Tsinghua University."

Lin Mo was charmed by An Youyu's adorable reaction, and his deep voice was filled with tenderness, "Our agreement is not child's play."

"Ok!"

An Youyu nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with hope.

"Zhuang Qian, 728 points."

Upon hearing her score, Zhuang Qian nodded; it was roughly what she had expected.

Yan Shiming looked at the name at the bottom of the paper and couldn't help but look at An Youyu with amazement in his eyes.

Pan Li frowned and urged, "Stop dawdling, what's An Youyu's score?"

Yan Shiming withdrew his gaze, his tone calm yet tinged with pride, "An Youyu, 750 points!"

Quiet.

The entire office was eerily quiet.

This eerie atmosphere lasted for more than ten seconds.

Pan Li finally broke the silence, gripping her shoulder bag tightly with both hands. "How much? Say it again!"

Yan Shiming slapped the paper listing the three people's scores on the table, and then picked out all of An Youyu's test papers. "An Youyu, 750 points."

"impossible!"

Pan Li was completely out of control.

Yan Shiming pointed to An Youyu's test paper on the table, "Here, I've found them all for you, take a look yourself."

Pan Li didn't look at An Youyu's test paper. Instead, she turned to Zhou Fangyi, the Chinese teacher of Class 1 on her left, and coldly questioned, "You can get full marks in Chinese too?"

Zhou Fangyi's expression darkened when he was questioned in public like this. "Does Teacher Pan have some kind of prejudice against Chinese language? Why can't I get a perfect score in Chinese?"

"Yes."

Wei Qingguo chimed in to support him.

Pan Li was furious. "How could anyone get a perfect score in Chinese? Has anyone ever gotten a perfect score in Chinese in the past college entrance exams?"

Since the Xia Dynasty, there has never been a person who achieved a perfect score in the Chinese language section of the national college entrance examination.

The main reason is that for subjective questions such as essays, it is difficult to judge whether an answer is perfect, and it is also related to the examiner's preferences, so points will be deducted at the examiner's discretion in many cases.

Just because it didn't exist before doesn't mean it won't exist in the future.

Zhou Fangyi strode to his desk, picked up An Youyu's Chinese test paper, and said, "In my opinion, An Youyu's Chinese test paper is perfect!"

This wasn't just something he said in anger; it was what he truly felt. After teaching Chinese for so many years, this was the first time he had been so thoroughly impressed by a single test paper.

Looking at the entire exam paper, I couldn't find any places where points were deducted.

What impressed him most was the reading comprehension and composition sections. His neat and beautiful writing conveyed only kindness, tolerance, and a yearning for a better future.

"you……"

Pan Li's face was extremely ugly, but she couldn't find any words to refute it.

"enough!"

Yan Shiming stood up and questioned, "Pan Li, we've been making a scene here with you all day, haven't you had enough?"

Pan Li's expression was uncertain, but in the end she said nothing and turned to leave.

Seeing this, the teachers of Class One also took their leave one after another. As they left, they all gave An Youyu a deep look.

Zhou Fangyi, who was leaving last, nodded to Yan Shiming and said, "Your Class Two has produced a gem!"

"That's not right. It should be that our No. 2 Middle School has produced a gem!"

Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted in the office.

Zhuang Qian stood there dumbfounded for a long time before turning around and leaving, her back view carrying a hint of loneliness.

An Youyu lowered her head and clutched the hem of her clothes, her expression filled with unease.

Lin Mo teased in a low voice, "What's wrong? You're not happy even though you got a perfect score? Can't you leave a way out for a slacker like me?"

An Youyu shook her head. "I seem to have... upset a lot of people."

Hearing this, Lin Mo felt a pang of pain in his heart. "Silly girl, some people deserve to be unhappy. Let me give you a piece of advice, will you listen?"

"listen."

The crisp, clear answer made Lin Mo laugh.

Ignoring the presence of the teachers, he gently punched An Youyu on the head with his right fist.

"Ignoring other people's feelings is selfish, while caring too much about other people's feelings is self-harm; you are already in the very late stage of self-harm, and if you don't get treatment soon, you're doomed."

An Youyu's eyes flickered. "How to treat it?"

Lin Mo opened his arms. "Come on, give me a hug; I've invented a hugging therapy that will instantly make you forget all your troubles."

"Cough cough..."

There was a cough.

The teachers from Class Two who hadn't left yet all had increasingly strange expressions on their faces.

An Youyu's cheeks flushed red, and she shook her head rapidly.

Yan Shiming glared at Lin Mo, then said to the other teachers, "Everyone has worked hard, let's call it a day."

As the teachers of Class Two left, they all gave An Youyu some words of encouragement.

As for Lin Mo?

Nobody paid any attention to him!

This situation made Lin Mo sigh, "Sigh, with 750, we can't see 672; how cold-hearted the world is!"

Yan Shiming found this amusing. "Alright, you did well on the test this time. Keep it up."

Lin Mo smirked, "Teacher, you don't have to force yourself like this."

Yan Shiming stopped laughing. "An Youyu can go home now. Lin Mo and I have something to discuss."

An Youyu looked up at Lin Mo.

"be careful."

"Ah."

After An Youyu left, Yan Shiming rolled his eyes helplessly, "An Youyu seems to listen to you a lot?"

Lin Mo didn't respond to that question, but instead asked, "What does the teacher want to talk to me about?"

Yan Shiming's face was stern, his eyes filled with accusation, "What were you doing just now in front of so many teachers?"

Lin Mo placed his hands on the table, looking completely puzzled. "Teacher, can't you tell that I'm trying to comfort An Youyu?"

"..."

Yan Shiming rubbed his temples, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter three words, "Be careful!"

"Teacher, I feel that as An Youyu's classmate and future deskmate, I have an obligation to..."

"Shut up!"

"okay."