December 21st.
Huaxia.
Fudan University.
Sitting in the classroom, surrounded by people writing furiously, the pen in Tang Qing's hand spun around his fingers, leaving a trail of afterimages, repeating over and over. Suddenly, with a twitch of the left hand, the carbon pen flew to the right hand and continued.
With precise control, no need to worry about it flying away.
Today.
Is the last day of the postgraduate entrance exam.
Politics.
English.
Mathematics.
All have been tested, now it's the professional course exam. He plans to take six degrees, but it's impossible for him to take six professional exams at once, so he just picked one, Comprehensive Computer Science.
Lots of questions.
But for him, it's no harder than single-digit multiplication.
Therefore.
