"Have you been watching TikTok? I heard that this year's essay was terrifying, with many students crying online."
Lao Mo, while watching TV with Little DouDou on the sofa, Che Shujun walked over with some fruit, placed it on the coffee table, and replied with a smile.
"How scary can an essay be? Isn't it just about the score anyway?" Lao Mo was dismissive.
Che Shujun used to be a Chinese teacher, so she felt a bit challenged by his remark and handed him the essay prompt directly, "You've taken the Gaokao too, come on, take a look at this and think about how you would write it."
Lao Mo, considering himself a top-notch student, grabbed the phone without a second thought, but his brow furrowed at the sight of the essay question...
Then, he defensively said with a gloomy face, "I haven't read 'Dream of the Red Chamber'."
"What does this have to do with 'Dream of the Red Chamber'" Teacher Che Shujun teased, "Look, if it were you, you'd probably go off track too."
