Twenty-four hours passed in the blink of an eye.
When Chen Yu left the Dreamscape, even with his physical constitution, he staggered. He felt completely drained, as if his whole body had been hollowed out.
Rubbing his temples, he felt as though there was a hole somewhere in his head, and everything he had learned was quietly flowing out of it, leaving behind only a brain untainted by knowledge.
The cultural exam was truly terrifying.
Compared to the formal National College Entrance Examination, ordinary mock tests were like an elementary school student who had just learned how to solve chicken-and-rabbit problems, proudly entering the examination hall, only for someone to tell him that the opponent before him was Tyrant Zero and that he should hurry up, slap him, then beat him to death.
It was just that bizarre and absurd.
An ocean of questions surged toward Chen Yu like a tide, drowning him until he could not speak.
The last time he had seen this much water was at a concert!
Every sheet had a total score of one percent of a point. Only by completing every last one could you possibly get full marks. After finishing more than ten thousand papers, half your brain would be useless. Who knew how he had managed to write through them all?
No wonder the National College Entrance Examination had to be kept secret. If he had known the cultural exam was like this, he would have chosen the demonic path rather than the National College Entrance Examination.
Though he was already on the demonic path...
But how could that be the same!
Chen Yu, his legs weak, staggered toward the rest area. The moment he sat down, he saw a cup of milk tea appear before him—his favorite extra-large milk tea bucket.