As the ear-piercing exam bell shattered the silence of the examination hall, the invigilator walked in carrying a bag of test papers.
After all, this was only a monthly exam, so supervision was relatively lax. There was just one teacher assigned to the entire examination hall.
Although the surveillance cameras were on, the teachers all knew the drill. Unless there was a major suspicion of cheating, they basically would not review the footage.
The first subject was Chinese, standardized nationwide.
The invigilator skillfully opened the sealed test papers and began reading out the exam instructions.
When the bell signaling the start of the exam finally rang, Ling Yun picked up his pen, and his eyes instantly became focused.
His brain was like a precision processor. The moment a question entered his sight, the answer had already emerged clearly.
The tip of his pen swept smoothly across the answer sheet without the slightest pause. The only sound was the continuous rustle of writing.
His handwriting was neat and clear, practically indistinguishable from print. It was a pleasure to look at.
In less than an hour, he had finished the entire test paper, including the composition in one sustained effort.
There was still an hour and a half before the exam ended, and Ling Yun already had nothing left to do.
He glanced at Zhang Ze, who was still writing furiously in front of him.
The guy obviously had not expected his "backer" to finish so quickly. He was probably planning to "borrow" the answers after finishing his composition.
Time flowed slowly.
At last, there was movement from Zhang Ze's side. While the invigilator at the podium lowered his head to look at his phone, he quickly and extremely discreetly turned his head. His eyes, as if equipped with a scope, precisely