"We will now distribute the exam papers."
Inside the classroom,
as the broadcast announcement played.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle—"
The exam papers were passed down one by one.
The atmosphere in the classroom was suffocatingly tense, with every student wearing blank expressions and making no unnecessary movements, repeating the actions of passing the papers and glancing over the questions.
"....."
Lin Tian sat at his desk, taking a deep breath.
The pen clutched in his hand felt like a sword poised to strike at any moment.
In the young man's heart, there was an indescribable excitement and passion.
Every previous experience of this feeling was in a competition waiting room.
Now, returning to the once-familiar exam venue again.
Lin Tian felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
This sense of familiarity gave Lin Tian a strong sense of security.
During the past six months, Lin Tian felt as if he had been dreaming.
