Because my mother was going to take the No. 1 Middle School for invigilating the exam, she first let my sister go to No. 4 Middle School, and then took me to No. 1 Middle School for Chinese.
I was holding my sister’s admission ticket and ID card, and my sister was holding mine.
My mother opened the car door and looked at me and said, “Remember, don’t write the name incorrectly.”
The exam started at 9 o’clock in the morning. The invigilator was not someone else, but the head teacher Dahai and a teacher he had never met before.
The sea stood on the front blackboard behind, and the teacher he had never seen before stood on the back blackboard.
The head teacher Dahai went from behind, and the head teacher he had never met checked the admission ticket and ID card from behind.
I sat at the head of the second row. My head teacher Dahai picked up my admission ticket and ID card and looked at it. After a smile, he said to me and said, “Yingying, I know you have poor Chinese but you have to work hard.”
I lowered my head and didn’t say anything. I was very nervous because I didn’t know if the head teacher recognized me. Or the words he said on purpose only after recognizing me, I could only lower my head and not look at his eyes.
The test paper was issued soon, with a few minutes of marking time.
You are not allowed to answer questions in advance, but you can write your own name.
I did not hesitate to write my sister’s name, Ouyang Yingying, her admission ticket number and ID number. For this reason, we recited each other’s numbers last night.
Then the ringtone rang and the exam began.
I am almost comfortable with the Chinese test paper.
All are knowledge points I understand, and I wrote them very quickly.
After reviewing it, it was almost correct, and it was all correct and correct answers.
When I arrived at the composition, the composition title was written with an 800-word composition with the title of “More Important Things”. Poems are not allowed.
I don’t know why the shadow of family appeared in my mind, and I remembered my sister and my parents.
I shook my head and left my family behind because I was afraid that it would be bad if I really wrote something about my sister.