Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 10
Time flew by and it was soon Friday.
Janet was in her seat and played games like usual.
At that moment, Gordon suddenly approached her. “Janet, have you forgotten what today is? You still have the mood to play?”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Today is Friday—the day that we are having our trial exams! Janet, you need to work harder this time. I heard that students who fail will be transferred to the lower classes.”
She was unfazed. “I think that changing a new environment is good as well. At least I don’t need to face our snobbish French teacher.”
He was instantly rendered speechless. “Janet, how about me if you leave?”
She chuckled resignedly. Truth be told, it never mattered to her which class she was in—the most important thing was to make those who looked down on her regret their actions.
After a while, the class teacher entered their class and briefed them about the examination.
A few minutes later, the items on their desks and drawers were cleared, leaving only empty desks.
They had their Spanish paper during the first period.
The moment Janet received the exam paper, she raised her eyes and sluggishly flicked across the paper.
She initially thought that the exam questions in one of the renowned high schools in Sandfort City would be harder, but the content of the exam was unexpectedly more or less the same as what was written in their textbooks—it was so easy that she could answer it with her eyes closed.
The corner of her lips was slightly curled up as she was in a great mood.
After a while, she kept her stationeries away and leaned on the table to sleep.
However, just two minutes after she closed her eyes, she heard the sound of someone knocking on her desk.
The invigilator seemed displeased. “I’ve heard about your situation, but you should treat the trial exams seriously.”
Her voice sounded lazy. “Sir, I’ve finished the paper.”
Right after she said that, the students began to laugh.
It was a two-hour paper and not even an hour had passed, but she said that she had completed all of the questions, which would create an impression that she was a top student in their school to those who didn’t know about her situation.
No, even the top student would never be able to finish the paper in such a short amount of time—especially when the questions set by the Spanish teacher for the current exam were actually harder than usual.
“Haha, she’s able to finish it so fast. I bet that she left the entire paper blank.”
“This is too funny. Such a silly new student!”
The invigilator sternly reprimanded, “Quiet! I’ll confiscate your paper if you continue to talk.”
With about 30 minutes left, Janet rose to her full height and impassively handed her answer sheet and question paper to the invigilator before directly exiting the classroom.
At the end of the first exam, everyone was in agony as they whined and howled the moment they exited the exam hall.
“Oh, my God! The trial papers were so difficult. I’m sure that I’m going to fail.”
“I hope I won’t get the last place! God, I’m begging You!”
“Don’t worry, you won’t be in the last place because we have a newbie from the countryside in our class!”
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After the exam, Gordon was the first to look for Janet.
“Janet.” He waited for her at the door.
She walked over when she saw him.
“Janet, how’s your exam?”
She answered while walking, “So-so.”
Emily, who happened to hear their conversation from one side, inadvertently rolled her eyes.
“Ha-ha!” I was the one who previously answered the French question on stage. All she did was linger around Young Master Yaleman. I wonder if she will feel embarrassed to death when her results are out.
Their exam mainly focused on three subjects—Spanish, Mathematics and English. Therefore, they had all three papers in the same day.
As Janet hadn’t touched her phone for the whole day, she saw lots of missed calls and a couple of texts.
One of them was from Lee.
She walked with the earphones in her ears. “What’s the matter?”
“Janet, you finally answered your phone. Why was your phone switched off for the whole day?”
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