Lin Li gave him a thumbs-up. "Good one, brother. What a pity, you were just a little short."
"Yeah, what a shame at the end. It was already an endgame. There were only three big math questions left, and they were all heavily damaged. A few more strokes and they probably would've been dead," the other guy said regretfully, nodding. "I'd originally wanted to do a small-angle peek and grab the answers from the desk in front of me, but the invigilator DMA'd me at a glance. There was no chance at all. It's my fault too. I didn't bring my Zhuowei 540 pencil case. If I had, things might've gone better."
Lin Li was delighted. He hadn't expected to run into a fellow who had CS so deeply ingrained in his brain. He nodded with a smile. "Not bad. But bro, be careful for the rest of the year. Don't get yourself red-flagged. Once you're red-locked, you won't be able to enter the exam room."
"I'm worried about that too. What if I get falsely banned?" The guy looked concerned.
The invigilator had already collected the remaining test papers and scratch paper, so they could leave.
Lin Li got up and headed out. He merely snapped his fingers and left behind a parting remark. "If you get falsely banned, just wait for the misunderstanding."
The guy hurried after him.
After all, it was hard enough to meet a student whose brainwaves matched his, and who was also a skilled player. Every move he made could be answered. He couldn't let this chance slip away.
He still had so many little skills he hadn't used yet—
``` <The invigilator spun around and saw me copying answers><Bro, you seriously dared to wide-swing and snatch my test paper?>Using Wooting scratch paperThis test