Zhuang Yifan, how did your exam go?
After the monthly exam, all students returned to their respective classrooms.
Chu Xiaoyuan stretched and curiously looked at her deskmate.
The response she received was a series of rustling pages.
After each subject in this monthly exam, Zhuang Yifan couldn't help but open his textbook.
He frantically flipped through the knowledge points and notes involved.
Moreover, some of the questions on the exam paper had similar types in the textbook!
He had clearly done many of the questions.
But when he took the exam, he had forgotten them all, only vaguely remembering that he had done them.
Seeing him like this, Chu Xiaoyuan understood everything and comforted him:
"I forgot quite a few formulas too. It's all over now, relax a little."
"Can't relax, can't relax."
Zhuang Yifan mumbled, "I need to do well, I need to answer them correctly."
"You're right, we need to do better and improve next time!" Xiaoyuan clenched her fist and cheered him on.
The next moment, the sound of flipping pages stopped.
Zhuang Yifan suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring directly at her.
A sinister smile played on his lips.
"No need, I already got a perfect score!"
"Wha-what?"
"I answered everything, and I got it all right!"
"Really?! You're that confident?!"
Xiaoyuan looked at him in disbelief.
However, Zhuang Yifan had already closed his book and turned away.
His hand, tucked in his pocket, lightly rubbed the pen.
"I answered them."
"I answered them all."
During the exam, his mind was blank, but when he picked up this pen, his hand moved on its own.
Formulas, knowledge points, appeared one after another on the answer sheet.
Every time after the exam, he flipped through the book.
"It's correct!"
Many knowledge points and the steps for answering were correct!
He had a strange confidence that the papers completed with this pen would all be perfect scores!
Zhuang Yifan's heart surged with excitement. He absolutely could not let anyone know about this pen!
He would buy more pens to confuse others!
"First in the entire grade?! Zhuang Yifan, did you really get this score!?"
Zhuang's mother looked at the report card, doubting if she had misread it.
Zhuang Yifan looked up and said with certainty, "Of course, I took it. The teacher can vouch for me!"
"I can even redo the exam for you right now!"
After confirming that it was her son's own achievement, Zhuang's mother was overjoyed.
She gave him a big hug, "Fanfan is so amazing now, Mom didn't even know!"
"Have you been working hard lately? What delicious food do you want? Mom will make it for you!"
Seeing her smile, Zhuang Yifan also smiled.
"Anything is fine, Mom, go see Dad. I'll do my homework first."
"Okay, okay, Fanfan, keep it up! I won't disturb you."
Zhuang's mother happily walked into the adjacent room to share with her husband.
"Your dad, Fanfan is so good at studying now. Do you know how much he scored this time?"
In the bedroom, Zhuang Yifan took out his practice book and started working.
Holding the black pen, he quickly wrote down the answers.
In just twenty minutes, he finished all his homework.
He tidied up the homework on the desk and mumbled:
"Not enough, not enough. There's too little homework."
He still wanted to do more.
His hands still wanted to do more.
"Heavens, Zhuang Yifan, you've been too dedicated lately!"
Chu Xiaoyuan looked at the pile of newly bought practice tests and supplementary workbooks on her deskmate's desk, feeling a sense of existential crisis.
"You..."
Upon seeing Zhuang Yifan's face, the words in her mouth stopped abruptly, and her eyes widened.
"Is this my deskmate?!"
In just a few days, Zhuang Yifan's face had become sunken.
The bloodshot in his eyes had become very obvious, and his dark circles were prominent.
His complexion was sallow.
His overall state looked extremely poor.
Chu Xiaoyuan asked with concern, "Are you sick?"
"What are you talking about? How could I be sick!"
Zhuang Yifan opened a test paper, his expression excited, "Okay, I'm going to do problems, I'm not talking to you anymore."
He picked up the pen and frantically started working through the problems.
For some reason, Xiaoyuan found her deskmate somewhat frightening.
She shifted to the side and hesitated:
"You know, you should take care of your health even when studying. Haven't you seen the news? Not sleeping or being overly stressed can lead to sudden death."
The response she received was the rustling sound of the pen on paper.
Zhuang Yifan didn't even look up.
Inside the house, Zhuang's mother turned her husband over in bed while muttering:
"He's woken up lately, dear. He loves to study, and the teacher even praises him."
The man on the bed had a crooked mouth, emitting strange sounds.
It was unclear if he was laughing or talking to her.
Zhuang's mother wiped his mouth with a tissue, "You just be happy. Our son is doing so well."
"You should get better soon too."
"However, it's not good for our son to continue like this. I cooked chicken soup this afternoon, I'll bring him some."
The man with the crooked mouth tried to force a smile.
Zhuang's mother walked out of the room, went to the kitchen to scoop a bowl of soup, and added two chicken legs.
Then she knocked on her son's bedroom door.
"Fanfan, I brought you some chicken soup. Drink it before you study."
"I know."
Hearing the voice from inside, Zhuang's mother opened the door and walked in, placing the chicken soup on the desk.
"Remember to drink the soup."
"I know."
Zhuang's mother took one step back, looking at her son engrossed in his studies. She should have felt proud.
However, she felt something was strange.
"Fanfan, why don't you take a break? You can't finish all the problems. If it's really not working, I'll call your teacher."
"Who wants you to call!"
Zhuang Yifan suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with madness, "I just want to do problems!"
"You don't understand the joy of doing problems!"
He glared at Zhuang's mother, his expression terrifying, "Are you going to rob me of my happiness?!"
"Isn't studying good?!"
Zhuang's mother was startled, "Okay, okay, studying is very good. Don't rush, I won't disturb you."
She quickly retreated from the bedroom, no longer daring to speak.
Inside, Zhuang Yifan looked at the unfinished test papers on the desk.
*Crack!*
He stood up and started packing his schoolbag.
"They don't understand, they don't understand! I need to find a place to concentrate on my studies!"
Midnight.
In the dead of night, a figure carrying a schoolbag quietly left the house.
The next day.
Zhuang Yifan was missing.
There was no trace of him at school or at home.