The East Sea Class students smoothly received their test papers and began answering questions hurriedly.
In the middle, Wang Xin was sitting on pins and needles.
He had been gleefully observing the empty exam hall, thinking those losers got eliminated without him needing to deal with them.
Who knew that they would actually arrive at the exam hall at the last second? Did smoke rise from these losers' ancestors' graves or what, to have such luck?!
He pinched the "pass every exam" charm hidden in his pocket, and his mood slightly calmed down.
What use is smoke from ancestors' graves compared to the master-level spirit talisman in his hand?!
Besides, no matter how much luck they have today, it will surely be absorbed by his talisman, bestowing good fortune only upon him!
Wang Xin continued answering questions.
