The next day, at 7:30 in the morning.
After breakfast and a short rest, Chen Yan headed out to meet Yu Qingmeng, and they walked to school together.
Today was the last day of the semester, and also the day of the final exams. The written culture-course test and the practical test would take place one after the other.
While most of the students were still racking their brains over the questions, scratching their heads in frustration, Chen Yan had already calmly finished his answer sheet and stood up to hand it in.
Only twenty minutes had passed since the exam began.
"Come on, man... This is a combined exam for four subjects! You're turning yours in already?"
A sturdy male student froze with his pen tip in midair, then turned to stare at Chen Yan, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Damn, it's bad enough that Chen Yan writes so fast, but now he's flipping through the pages like that too. He's seriously messing with our heads."
Another student complained in a low voice, biting the battered cap of his pen.
"Exactly, exactly..."
Quiet murmurs of agreement rose around the room. Quite a few students took the chance to lift their heads and stretch their stiff, aching necks.
Hearing them, Chen Yan's lips curved into an "embarrassed" smile.
How could a bunch of martial arts students possibly compete with me, a veteran exam-taker with two lifetimes' worth of experience, in speed?
Tap, tap, tap.
His steps steady, he walked straight out through the front door and headed without hesitation to the teachers' office.
Mei Qiaoer was unusually dressed in a pale red dress today. It accentuated her lovely figure, toned by years of exercise. She was leaning languidly against her desk, her ample chest somehow resting firmly on its surface.
Chen