As for the distribution of flyers, Wang Yue had already thought of a plan.
Didn't the school have plenty of cheap labor?
He could find some students willing to work part-time, and they could distribute flyers all over campus in half a day.
However, he couldn't neglect the area outside the campus either.
Although the main target audience for the milk tea shop was students, they shouldn't ignore people outside the campus, especially since the goal was to open milk tea shops nationwide.
September 30, 2010, Thursday.
Tomorrow was National Day, and the students were all restless today.
After all, they were going to have a seven-day holiday.
This was also the last long holiday for the third-year high school students.
By winter break, the third-year students would be required to return to school early.
And today, there was another important event.
That was the September monthly exam.
Chinese, Math, and English in the morning, Comprehensive subjects in the afternoon, all to be completed within one day.
The exam location was in their respective classrooms. The monthly exam was not as formal as the mid-term or final exams.
However, in the classroom, the desks had been separated.
Facing the monthly exam, some students were nervous, some were indifferent, and some were confident.
Wang Yue belonged to the third category.
He hadn't been studying for nothing during this period. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that if he wanted to, he could even get the top score on the college entrance examination right now.
"Brother Yue, I've been studying hard lately. If you don't know anything later, just pass me a note," Hu Qianhao said proudly from the side.
"I'd rather write it myself than copy from you," Wang Yue said with a smile. "Don't you remember the final exam in the second year of high school? What school of thought did Li Qingzhao belong to? How did you write it?"
Hu Qianhao quickly replied, "A gentleman changes his ways after three days. I'm no longer the me who wrote Li Qingzhao as a danish pastry. Hahaha."
Mentioning this joke made Wang Yue laugh.
In the Chinese exam of the second year of high school, there was a fill-in-the-blank question.
Li Qingzhao belonged to the _____ school of thought?
Wang Yue hadn't expected anyone to get this question wrong.
But later, when Yu Sirui was reviewing the questions, she made the whole class laugh.
Zhang Tao wrote "Wudang School."
Zhang Xiang wrote "Emei School."
The most ridiculous was Hu Qianhao, who wrote "Danish Pastry."
Yu Sirui was so angry that she made him copy one hundred times that Li Qingzhao belonged to the graceful and restrained school.
The first subject to be tested was Chinese.
The invigilators were all subject teachers.
However, they were not the teachers of the students' own class; they were usually assigned in rotation.
The invigilator for Wang Yue's Chinese class was Yang Dong.
Seeing that old lecher, Yang Dong, made Wang Yue uncomfortable. This guy even had designs on Yu Sirui.
Yang Dong always maintained a dignified demeanor in front of the students, and today was no exception.
"Students of Class 1, I will be your invigilator today."
"My name is Yang Dong, Yang from Yangshu (poplar tree) and Dong from the four cardinal directions."
"Remember, don't try any tricks under my nose. If I catch you, your score for this subject will be void."
"Do you hear me?"
A scattered "Heard you" came from the classroom.
Yang Dong nodded with satisfaction and began to arrange the exam papers. As soon as the bell rang, he would start distributing them.
Wang Yue was getting a bit bored, so he started observing everyone's actions.
Qiao Zixuan sat upright, gazing at the podium, a typical good student.
Hu Qianhao, like Wang Yue, was looking around.
Zhang Tao was biting his fingernails.
Zhang Xiang was constantly spinning a pen.
Lin Yuanquan also sat upright.
The most perverse was Yang Dong, who was scratching his backside.
"Ring-a-ling..."
Finally, the bell rang, and Yang Dong distributed the exam papers.
"The exam time is 150 minutes. No early submission, and no late submission. Any delay of even one second will result in the cancellation of your score for this subject."
After distributing the papers, Yang Dong said with a cold face.
No one paid him any attention; they all buried their heads in their work.
Wang Yue took the exam paper and first looked at the composition prompt.
Write an essay titled "The Distance Between Me and _____," no less than 600 characters.
Seeing this prompt, Wang Yue could imagine a batch of strange and wonderful essays emerging.
Then he returned to the first page and looked at the multiple-choice questions.
The first question was a typical one about choosing the correct pronunciation.
Wang Yue chose the answer in a few seconds.
Then he proceeded smoothly, solving problems one after another.
After about an hour, Wang Yue had finished all the questions except for the composition.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Yue wrote his composition title.
"The Distance Between You and Me."
It took him twenty minutes to finish the composition.
To be honest, the content was not profound, just decent, but it was enough to get a passing grade.
There were still 80 minutes left.
Wang Yue checked his paper again, and finding no errors, he became bored.
The rule of not allowing early submission was not set by Yang Dong, but by the school.
Although there was no such rule in the college entrance examination, many schools still required students not to submit early.
If they finished early, they were supposed to carefully check their papers.
Wang Yue really had nothing to check; these questions were too simple for him.
Out of boredom, Wang Yue opened the system panel and started flipping through it.
He hadn't gained anything in the past half a month; he hadn't achieved any achievements.
The system seemed dead and hadn't bothered Wang Yue at all.
About 20 minutes passed, and Wang Yue suddenly heard an angry roar.
"You little brat, if you don't abide by the exam rules, get out! Don't disrupt everyone here!"
Wang Yue closed the system panel. It was Yang Dong's voice. He wanted to see who had angered this guy.
Everyone who was taking the exam looked up at Yang Dong, not understanding what had happened.
Then they saw Yang Dong walking furiously towards Wang Yue.
"I'm talking to you! I've been watching you for a long time. Staring blankly for 20 minutes, what do you want to do? Do you know this is an exam? If you're not doing questions, get out and don't affect everyone else's mood!"
Yang Dong pointed at Wang Yue's nose and cursed.
Wang Yue was a bit bewildered. He hadn't done anything; how did looking at the system panel anger this old lecher?
When he looked at the system panel, his gaze might have seemed a bit vacant from an outsider's perspective, as if he were spacing out.
The problem was that he hadn't made any noise; it shouldn't have affected anyone.
Everyone was seriously taking the exam; who would bother to observe him?
"May I ask if I have disturbed anyone?" Wang Yue asked doubtfully.
"If you don't take the exam seriously, your negative attitude will have an extremely bad influence on your classmates!" Yang Dong said with a stern face.
Actually, he was deliberately picking a fight.
He had held a grudge against Wang Yue since their last encounter in the office.
He hadn't even managed to have a meal with Yu Sirui, and this brat had succeeded in tricking him.
For this Chinese exam, Yang Dong had been staring at Wang Yue the entire time, waiting for him to make a mistake.
It was just that Wang Yue had been very well-behaved, and he had no recourse.
Only when Wang Yue was lost in thought for 20 minutes did he find an excuse.