In the pit, Zhao Wuji lay completely sprawled out.
Limbs spread wide, sleeping in a wildly unrestrained pose.
The smear of blood at the corner of his mouth that had yet to dry was his final shred of stubbornness.
He... hit himself?
Flender's eye twitched violently.
He looked at Zhao Wuji's face, clearly swollen from being slapped.
Then he looked at Han Yuchen's eyes, crystal-clear and utterly free of impurity.
He felt like his brain was no longer enough.
An unprecedented sense of absurdity rose within him.
Half an hour later.
The principal's office.
It was a room so shabby it rivaled the home of an impoverished family.
A battered wooden table, several creaking chairs, and a few school rules hanging on the wall that looked incredibly cheap.
Zhao Wuji had already been carried away for treatment. It was said that after waking up, his eyes were unfocused as he kept muttering, "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy."
Han Yuchen, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Zhu Zhuqing stood in a row like elementary school students who had done something wrong.
No, to be precise.
Han Yuchen alone sat in the only guest chair.
The other four were merely background props accompanying him, left standing off to the side.
Flender, the bearded middle-aged man, and the icy beauty.
The three academy bigwigs sat upright and solemn.
Three scrutinizing, probing, oppressively intense gazes, like three high-powered searchlights, were all focused on Han Yuchen alone.
Tang San's heart churned violently.
He felt like he had wandered onto the wrong set.
Clearly, he was supposed to be the protagonist... No, clearly, he and everyone else had come to take the entrance examination.
So why had this turned into a private hearing for Han Yuchen alone?
Heh, this is nothing.
*Just routine