The serious and bright voice of the teacher resounded again: "Next, Shen Chen."
A young boy slowly walked to the teacher, calmly extending his rice paper, exuding a cultured and refined demeanor.
With the air of an elegant young scholar, the onlooking students couldn't help but doubt: Can he make it...
They waited with anticipation to see him turn into a drowned rat.
A mischievous student even whistled teasingly a few times.
Shen Chen stood at the lakeside, gazing at the stepping stones in the clear water, without immediately jumping. This action sparked a few other students to whistle, as if they were anticipating something.
Ye Zhi, on the opposite side of the lake, saw him not moving and got a bit anxious, jumping up and down on the spot and waved her right hand in greeting: "Hey, Shen Chen, don't be afraid, just jump over, it's easy, I wasn't scared, hurry, I'm waiting for you here."
"Silence in the examination hall is mandatory, keep quiet."
