Anyone can see that the young man looks very embarrassed at this time.
I couldn't see it clearly because I was far away, but now that I'm close, I can clearly see how badly the young man's hand was injured.
It's not the kind of simple rubbing. Simple rubbing won't produce so much blood.
But at this time, the toilet paper was blocking it, so the wound could not be seen clearly. It could only be seen that it was serious.
And it was also injured on his right hand.
At this time, the toilet paper can no longer isolate the wound from the test paper. If you write on the test paper at this time, you will probably make blood stains on the test paper.
Chang Feng licked his lips and said in a dry voice:
"Yes...I'm sorry."
There was a bit of guilt in his eyes. He didn't expect that he would cause the young man to fall so hard when he snatched the car. This classmate must have been in a hurry to catch up with the exam here, so he fell in a hurry.
"sorry."
Chang Feng said again and took out his pocket. He remembered that he seemed to have brought a pack of tissues.
When Chen Mo heard the voice, he turned his head and saw Chang Feng and was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.
Hearing this, he knew that Chang Feng had misunderstood. He smiled, waved his hand, and whispered back: "It's okay, it's none of your business."
How could it be okay?
The blood kept flowing down, and he could smell the faint smell of blood here, and his teeth were sore when he looked at it, and he felt the neurological pain.
Besides, the injury is not the most important thing. He is taking an exam now. How can he take the exam with his hand injured like this?
After digging around in his pocket for a long time, he finally took out a tissue and handed it over.
"No... okay, thank you."
Chen Mo originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw Chang Feng's guilty eyes and twitched his mouth, he took it anyway.
"I really don't care about you."
With his kind of physique, even if he had a car, he would probably have an accident today, and he would still have an accident.
Chang Feng pursed his lips and looked at Chen Mo after he tore the paper towel open. He didn't know what had cut the big wound, and he didn't know how it was hurt. It looked like it was deeply scratched by a sharp object, and he couldn't cut it.
Looking inside, it makes one's scalp numb just looking at it.
This young man's hands are of a very good-looking type, with long and well-proportioned bones. It is no problem to use them as hand molds, but the wounds appear to be particularly hideous and unbearable to look at.
What else is there to test for? Go to the infirmary quickly.
My right hand is so injured that I can't write at all.
"Your right hand..."
When Chen Mo sat down, he casually looked through the test papers. This set of papers was more interesting than the previous high-mathematics papers. It was indeed a question set by Teacher Wen, but how can I say it, it was still a bit simpler.
Sure enough, Teacher Wen is quite gentle to undergraduates, and the questions he gives are all quite good at training his thinking, but the core questions are actually basic questions, just a little detoured, similar to the papers his seniors gave him before.
Chen Mo was reading the paper when he saw a line of sight that made him unable to ignore the guilt-filled gaze directed at his right hand.
This gaze was so intense that it was difficult for Chen Mo to ignore it.
"I really don't blame you..."
"But how do you write the question? Why don't you tell the teacher or go to the infirmary."
Chen Mo smiled and shook his head. He was really helpless. He knew that this would happen every time he was injured. He really just saw that the wound was serious, but it was actually nothing serious. The pain of this kind of trauma that broke the skin was different from some wounds in the past.
Bizhen was just like drizzle. He didn't notice it even if the teacher didn't tell him before. Moreover, he told many people that they didn't believe it. In fact, he recovered very quickly from external wounds, and his physique never left many scars.
Chen Mo felt that this elder brother was also very interesting. He was really afraid that he could just stare at him for the whole exam, just to prove that the wound had no impact on him.
Chen Mo changed the pen he was holding in his right hand to his left hand in front of Chang Feng.
Smiling softly, he comforted her in a very low voice: "It's okay, I can also write with my left hand."
Chen Mo didn't lie. He could indeed write with his left hand. He had practiced it before when he was bored, and he got good at it with practice. His speed was just not as fast as his right hand, but now there was no other way.
Chang Feng watched helplessly as Chen Mo changed the pen from his right hand to his left hand, lowered his head and started writing without any obstruction. He opened his mouth slightly and did not close it for a long time.
Okay, what a cool operation...
"Button."
Just at this time, the invigilator came over and put a button on Chang Feng's desk.
"Chang Feng, do your homework and don't talk. I heard you two chatting on the podium."
"Okay, teacher, I'll shut up right now."
Chang Feng stretched out his hand to pull up his mouth like a zipper. He pursed his lips to indicate that he would shut up now.
Seeing that the guy next to him could still answer the paper normally, Chang Feng didn't worry anymore and lowered his head and started writing his own paper normally.
"Don't talk to Chang Feng either."
The invigilator reminded Chen Mo again.
It was Zhang Wanping, the teacher in charge of the candidates' signatures before, Zhang Wanping, the head teacher of Chang Feng's class.
She had some objections to Chen Mo before. She was the head of the computer department of the junior college of Information Technology, and her style had always been very strict. This student was thrust into the exam without going through her, and his attitude towards the exam was not serious. Computer science
In the college, you see how many junior students dare to be late, but this student was the only one who was late for the first time he met her as a proctor.
If it hadn't been for the fact that his hand was seriously injured and he was in a hurry when he came, she would have said a few words.
Now I am still talking to Chang Feng in the examination room.
She knew Chang Feng's ability as a student. She was the monitor of the class she led. Her personal ability was extremely outstanding. She often helped the school compete in computer science. Her practical ability and professional ability were among the best in her grade.
indivual.
It's just that people are a little out of touch, talkative and skinny.
Chang Feng didn't have much to say, and his grades for his age were basically stable despite the difficult papers. But this was not necessarily the case for students who were late.
She had watched him fill in his student number before, and the first two numbers in his student number seemed to be freshmen. She didn't know how Tang Hua, a freshman, dared to let him take the exam with them.
It’s not like he didn’t know the difficulty of the questions set by Dean Wen. The requirements from freshman to junior year, and the difficulty of the test papers are not as simple as a gradual progression. Let this freshman take this test, is it because he heard that
If you take the final exam for junior and senior students, is it possible to be accepted by Dean Wen as a student?
If this was really the reason, Zhang Wanping didn't know whether it was Tang Hua who was confident or the student who was confident.
Chen Mo chuckled and nodded obediently.
"good."
…
The test papers passed by minute by minute.
The snow was still falling outside the window, and someone holding an umbrella passed by downstairs, making a squeaking sound. From time to time in the corridor of the teaching building, there was the sound of the steady footsteps of patrolling teachers, and the sound of students running anxiously to the toilet.
came.
Everything inside the house is very close.
The heater was on. Because it was cold outside, the candidates who were seated next to the radiator put their hands on the radiator to warm themselves up. They were still very comfortable and happy. But halfway through the exam, they gradually felt a little hot and their brains were dizzy.
As time goes by, no matter how difficult the paper is, in this examination room, the students will do their best to study the questions more than any time they review by themselves. They can write but cannot write. At this time
They are all looking for various ways to solve problems.
The examination room was very quiet.
It's not like a math test, where you basically need to do a lot of calculations to get a formula or a numerical result. This set of papers takes into account both calculations and answers, and you can basically write down everything you know.
After the exam started in the classroom, I could only hear the sound of swishing writing.
It was almost when the clock turned to forty-five minutes for this exam.
Chen Mo gently put down the pen in his hand.
I moved my left hand. I don't use my left hand very much, so I can't write as fast as my right hand.
But fortunately, this set of questions does not require as many words as the previous math test. In addition, after this test, I have to wait for the practice computer test. Chen Mo wrote it quite easily and was not in a hurry.
.
By the time I finished writing, the exam was half done.
Because he had nothing to do, he went out to wait for the next exam. He looked through the papers and checked some of the questions that he found interesting, and solved them with other ideas.
He wrote and drew on the scratch paper. After playing with this set of questions several times, he almost got tired of it, so Chen Mo put down his pen.
I raised my head and looked at the time. It was not even an hour yet, and it would take more than half an hour before the exam would end.
Because he relaxed and didn't pay much attention, some blood from the injured wound was stained on the draft. Only then did Chen Mo realize that there was still an injury on his hand. He looked at the wound on his right hand and thought about going to the infirmary to buy some trauma medicine and wounds.
It’s not too late to post it.
While Chen Mo was thinking about whether to go to the infirmary or continue to stay here,.
"Button."
Two wooden bangs sounded next to the sound.
Zhang Wanping noticed Chen Mo's movements when she was sitting next to the podium. All the candidates in an examination room were covering their heads and writing hard, answering the test papers hard. Only he was halfway through the exam and leaned back on his chair with a lazy posture.
He took a pen and scribbled something on the scratch paper. It looked like he was not answering the question.
He thought that in just a short while, the student would have to answer the question again. However, after more than ten minutes, he suddenly stopped answering the question.
After enduring it for a long time, when the student finally lowered his head to play with his right hand and stared at it in a daze, he couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and walked to the young man's side, raised his hand and gently touched his desk.
"Have you finished writing the test paper? Don't waste time and answer the questions carefully."
Hearing this, Chen Mo looked up and was still a little dazed.
"ah?"
Before Chen Mo could calm down, he subconsciously said something.
Forget it, let's go to the infirmary, otherwise after the second half of the experimental class, Bai Yitong will cry again when he sees the wound during lunch.
Since the last injury incident in S Province, he was now injured not only to guard against Lao Chen, but also to guard against his girlfriend. Before Xiaotong saw him, he bandaged the wound.
"Have you finished writing your test paper?"
Zhang Wanping frowned and said again. What's going on with this student? The more I look at him, the less I like him.
However, this time Chen Mo heard clearly and nodded in response.
"Ang, I've finished writing, teacher. Can I hand in the paper now? There's still some time, I'll rush to the infirmary."
Chen Mo stood up as he spoke, handed a set of test papers and drafts to the teacher, picked up his pencil case, said goodbye to the teacher, and left. He did this kind of thing often and was used to it.
The infirmary is quite far from here, farther than the school super school. Fortunately, there are quite a lot of shared bicycles parked under the teaching building.
…
When Chen Mo left, Chang Feng looked up.
Feeling more and more guilty, he said that this guy couldn't bear it until the exam was over. If his hand injury was so serious, he would ask the teacher to apply for a make-up exam after this exam and go directly to the infirmary. This guy could really endure it.
As for Chen Mo's statement that he had finished writing, Chang Feng didn't believe it at all.
What can he write in such a short time? He is still confident in his own level. His confidence is not given by himself. It is given to him by exams and competitions. He is the only one who can take a fancy to the entire computer department.
The two people in his class are Zhao Ning and Wang Hongyi. They are in the same class as him. They were in the same way as him when they were freshmen and sophomores. They competed everywhere and were recognized as being among the top ten in their grade. But these two people
This semester I turned my back on him and went to participate in some color blindness correction glasses project.
No matter how much he thought about it, he felt that color-blind glasses had nothing to do with their subject.
He has been looking for a breakthrough in his major this semester, while the other two are busy with things that have nothing to do with their major. It is impossible to say that there is no gap. One semester is a long time. They are like this
For students with similar levels, one semester is enough to widen the gap a lot.
Therefore, in this examination room, Chang Feng actually has absolute confidence. Even if this set of questions is difficult, he is confident that he will be the fastest and most accurate.
At this time, he could basically make the progress on the test paper equal to the progress in the exam time. His mind never stopped to think, and his hands never stopped to write.
Chen Mo was sitting next to him. He saw it most clearly. Chen Mo was already ten minutes late. About half an hour after he started writing, he suddenly stopped and stopped writing. He put the paper aside, picked up the draft paper and started writing.
I hold my chin up and draw, not knowing what I'm doing.
So Chen Mo said that when he handed in the paper, Chang Feng didn't feel at all that Chen Mo had finished the paper.
Also thinking the same way is Zhang Wanping.
When Chen Mo said that the paper was handed to her hand, Zhang Wanping felt a wave of anger directly rushing into her head for a moment.
Among the junior students in the Computer Science Department of the Institute of Information Technology, no one under her management dared to treat classes and exams with such a casual attitude.
What kind of student did Tang Hua stuff into her?
Originally, she thought this student was worth teaching even though he was injured in the exam, but who knew...
For a moment, he became so angry that before he could say anything, Chen Mo left.
Zhang Wanping was so angry that if it weren't for the fact that she was invigilating the exam now, she would have gone directly outside to call Tang Hua.
She came in as soon as the student came in, but this student still had this attitude, and she really couldn't bear it.
Because she was originally a teacher in the computer department and happened to teach this subject, Zhang Wanping took a deep breath and before she could get angry, she pushed up her glasses and picked up the test paper out of habit and started reading.