She felt even more convinced that this girl was being ridiculous, treating the examination hall like some casual gathering spot.
No matter how beautifully she wrote, it was useless—her focus was already misplaced.
Xu Na lost interest and walked forward, her gaze landing on the test paper of the girl in purple.
Though her handwriting lacked Shen You'an's unique flair, it was tidy and delicate. Especially her problem-solving steps—they were steady and grounded, neither rushed nor sluggish.
Xu Na nodded in satisfaction.
Shen You'an had completed all three questions, and only two hours had passed, with another two and a half hours left before the exam ended.
She conducted a final review of her test paper, then slowly raised her hand.
The male teacher glanced at her, his gaze unusually gentle: "What is it?"
Shen You'an stood up: "Teacher, I'd like to submit my paper early."
