Chad was astounded.
What even was this system?
This was supposed to be a second chance at life, but the more tasks he got, the more it felt like the system didn't want him to live a good life at all.
Slapping an invigilator? What screamed I'm no longer interested in law school louder than that?
On the other hand, if he refused, he'd fail this paper. Then it wouldn't matter what grades he got on the others, he'd still end up with a failing grade.
Fuck this.
"I think you're doing well. You only have… two questions left? It's almost as if you came in here earlier than your mates."
The invigilator's voice was low and subtle, but since he was just two seats away, both Chad and the girl between them heard him loud and clear.
"Thank you, sir."
"Do you need help with the other questions? I've seen other students struggling with them a bit."
"I'll be fine, sir."
