I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Chapter 125: Final exam, ghosts appear

"How could she review secretly without my knowledge?"

Aunt Yang couldn't sit still any longer. She hadn't even finished reading the supermarket promotional brochures in her hand, so she rushed to the library with her bag in hand.

"Where is she? Didn't she say she was in the library? I'm so tired." Aunt Yang looked around the three floors but didn't see Aunt He. She became more and more panicked.

She could accept that Aunt He would secretly go to the supermarket to grab discounted vegetables without telling her.

But she couldn't accept that Aunt He started her final review before her.

……

In the poetry classroom, Lao Fu and Uncle Li were also reviewing "Intrigues".

The two agreed not to review for the midterm exam, but Uncle Li thought it was a joke and secretly reviewed without Lao Fu's knowledge and scored 60. Only Lao Fu foolishly took it seriously and did not read any books, and scored 18.

He was smart enough to change it to 98, but his son found out.

From then on, Lao Fu felt that he had been betrayed by his most trusted brother, and his heart was broken into pieces.

This time he wanted to rely on his own ability to get a score of 98, to wipe out his previous shame and make everyone look at him with new eyes.

Teacher Qiao had just finished explaining the review points and left 20 minutes for the uncles and aunts to review on their own.

Old Fu glanced at Uncle Li and watched videos with headphones on, and he was delighted.

"If you don't learn, I will. I will learn it very hard, until I die."

"Just wait until I get full marks, then you can worship me."

Three minutes later.

Old Fu stretched and felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"We've been studying for so long, it's not too much to relax a little."

He decided to reward himself by looking at his phone for half an hour.

Old Fu hummed a little tune, in a good mood: "If he doesn't learn, I won't learn either."

"When he starts learning, I will start. Anyway, I have been learning for so long, and now I am far ahead."

Ten minutes later, Mr. Fu felt something was wrong.

"Mr. Li usually doesn't wear reading glasses when he watches videos, and he can't help laughing. Why is he so quiet today? It's very abnormal."

He tentatively said, "Brother, what are you looking at? Let me see it too."

Uncle Li didn't even raise his head and answered perfunctorily: "Watching the live broadcast, you can't understand it."

Old Fu wanted to get closer to take a look, but Uncle Li turned around hastily and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"You're not good at playing mahjong on your phone. Don't watch me, this is a game played by an expert." Old Fu responded readily.

After he finished speaking, Lao Fu noticed something was wrong: "Something is wrong, nine out of ten things are wrong."

He snatched Uncle Li's phone and screamed:

"You are actually reading "Memorizing Tang Poems from Zero Foundation"!"

"You've been studying behind my back again!"

"Good job, Lao Li. You are really great. You have deceived my feelings again. I will never believe your lies again."

"Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust."

Uncle Li held down Old Fu, and the two men's hands were frozen in mid-air.

"Brother, we are both equally matched."

He held up the book on Lao Fu's desk and said, "You are taking poetry class and you are actually looking at the Hulusi music sheet!"

"Didn't we agree that I can play the erhu and you can play the cucurbit?"

"You betrayed our agreement."

Old Fu reached out to grab the music score, while Uncle Li was trying to grab his cell phone.

"Put down my music."

"Give me your phone first!"

"I'll let go if you let go. I'll count to three and you let go first."

"Why should I go first? Let's both play together, and neither of us will learn."

"Good idea. We can't finish studying today anyway and there's still a long time before the exam. We can study tomorrow."

"We agreed that we will study together tomorrow. Don't study behind my back when you get home."

"I see. Why are you so stingy, old man?"

In ancient times, there was Xunzi who "encouraged people to study", and nowadays there are old men who "encourage people not to study".

The two of them quarreled endlessly, and the classmates turned back to watch the show with the same expression.

The poetry teacher quietly stood next to the two people: "Uncle Fu, Uncle Li, the get out of class is not over yet."

"You two really don't take classroom discipline seriously."

……

In the library.

Aunt He had already obtained Aunt Liang’s “Study Notes”.

The writing teacher kept the test questions very secret and did not give them any model essays. He only told them to choose one from the six model essays that had been taught in class.

During class, Aunt He was obsessed with a new skill she had just learned - watching the surveillance at home, mainly to see her eldest baby getting rich.

She had never attended the class, so how could she know what model essays the teacher had taught?

When I asked my classmates, they either didn't wear reading glasses or hearing aids. There was not a single person in the class who listened to the class seriously.

In the mid-term writing test, Aunt He lost by one point. At that time, Aunt Yang boasted in front of her for a long time.

She worked hard and learned from her mistakes, and decided to make a comeback in the final exam.

So she decided to find a "tutor".

She asked Aunt Liang to help her brush up on her writing skills. Aunt Liang had attended a few writing classes and gave her notes to Aunt He. She also helped her sort out the writing ideas for the six essays she had written in class.

Aunt He was memorizing good words and sentences for composition in the stairwell of the library.

With the "Study Notes" in hand, Aunt He felt that she had a good chance of passing the exam. She was just about to take out her mobile phone to look at the "Get Rich" card to reward herself.

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder and a pair of warm hands came towards me.

"finally found you."

Aunt Yang put her hands on her waist and panted heavily, "I am close to you, and you are secretly reviewing behind my back?"

"I wanted to tell you that the supermarket has discounted vegetables today."

"It's a good thing I'm here, otherwise you would have succeeded."

"I tell you, I will never forgive you unless we learn together."

Aunt He stood up suddenly, looked directly into Aunt Yang's eyes, and said seriously, "Shh, don't talk!"

"Did you hear any strange noises?"

"What a strange sound! Stop playing tricks here." Aunt Yang slapped Aunt He's hand away, feeling puzzled.

They were standing in the stairwell of the library at this moment. It was empty except for the sound of two people talking, which echoed throughout the space and came back to their ears.

It was so quiet around that you could hear a pin drop.

Looking down, there is no one there; looking up, there is no end.

"I really heard someone talking. You heard it too, right?" Aunt He held Aunt Yang's hand tightly.

The two of them didn't bother to quarrel anymore. They shut up tacitly and huddled together tightly, afraid that the other would abandon them and run away.

Aunt Yang nodded desperately, and suddenly felt creepy: "Don't scare me, there won't be ghosts."

She hurriedly denied her guess again.

"Impossible, don't scare yourself. I've seen everything in my life."

Aunt He felt like she was about to break out in a cold sweat.

She really felt that there was a pair of eyes watching them, and that the "ghost" was still talking.

She closed her eyes tightly in fear and nudged Aunt Yang with her elbow: "Listen to what this ghost is saying."