Meilin turned to Bingwen, expecting the joke to end there, but Bingwen shrugged. "I get lucky, I guess."
Meilin's expression changed to one of disbelief. "Every answer? No wonder Mr. Nong gives you extra computer time and treats you like his little pet."
Mr. Nong was the head librarian, a kindly man in his seventies whose health was poor and who only came to the library two days of the week now as a result. His assistant, Ms. Yi, who despised children and Bingwen most of all, covered for Mr. Nong on days like today when he was out. "She hates you because she knows you're smarter than her," Hopper had once said. "She can't stand that."
Meilin suddenly looked on the verge of tears. "But you can't ace the test, Bingwen. You just can't. If you do, you'll raise the bar. They'll only consider children next year who ace the test. And that's when I take it. They won't even consider me." And then she was crying, burying her face in her hands. Several children nearby shushed her, and Hopper rolled his eyes. "Here we go," he said.
Bingwen hopped down from his seat and went to her, putting an arm around her and guiding her into his cubicle with Hopper. "Meilin, you're going to be fine. They won't change the requirements."
"How do you know?" she said through tears.
"Because Mr. Nong told me so. They've always done it this way."
"Hey, at least you have a fighting chance," Hopper told her. "They'd never take me. Even if I did ace the test."
"Why not?" said Bingwen.
"Because of my bad leg, mud brain. They're not going to waste government funds on a cripple."
"Sure they will," said Bingwen. "And you're not a cripple."
"No? Then what would you call me?"
"How do you know your legs aren't perfect and the rest of us have bad legs?" said Bingwen. "Maybe you're the only perfect human on Earth."
Hopper smiled at that.
"But seriously," said Bingwen. "They want minds, Hopper, not Olympic athletes. Look at Yanyu. She has a gimp arm, and she's working on Luna doing important research."
"She has a gimp arm?" Hopper asked, suddenly hopeful. "I didn't know that."
"And she types faster than I do," said Bingwen. "So don't say you don't have a chance, because you do."
"Who's Yanyu?" asked Meilin, wiping away the last of her tears.
"Bingwen's girlfriend," said Hopper. "But I didn't tell you that. It's a secret."
Bingwen slapped him lightly on the arm. "She's not my girlfriend. She's a friend."
"And she works on Luna?" said Meilin. "That doesn't make any sense. Why would anyone on Luna want to be your friend?"
"I'll try not to take offense at that," said Bingwen.
"She sent Bingwen something," said Hopper. "Tell us what you think. Show her, Bingwen."
Bingwen glanced at Ms. Yi, the librarian, saw that she was still busy, and hit play. As Meilin watched, more children gathered. When it finished, there were no less than twelve children around the monitor.
"It looks real," said Meilin.
"Told you," said Hopper.
"What do you know?" said Zihao, a twelve-year-old boy. "You wouldn't know an alien if it bit you on the butt."
"Yes, he would," said Meilin. "If something bites you on the butt, you're going to notice. There are nerve endings just below the surface."
"It's an American expression," said Bingwen.
"Which is why English is stupid," said Meilin, who always hated it when someone knew something she didn't.