"Distribution of test papers will now begin."
Inside the classroom,
the broadcast announcement played.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle—"
The test papers were passed down one by one.
Lin Tian sat at his desk and took a deep breath.
The atmosphere in the classroom was so tense it was suffocating.
Not a single student had any extra expressions or movements, mechanically passing out papers and scanning the questions.
"..."
Lin Tian gripped his gel pen. To describe his current state with a cringe-worthy metaphor, it was like holding a sharp sword in his hand, ready to draw it at any moment.
Right now, the young man's heart was filled with indescribable excitement and passion.
Whenever he had felt this way before, it had always been in the waiting room before a competition.
Now, he had returned to this long-lost examination hall.
Lin Tian felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
That familiarity gave Lin Tian a powerful sense of security.
"..."
Over the past half year, Lin Tian felt as though he had been living in a dream.
He had been dragged out of the real world and thrown into an entirely new one. There, he had encountered countless challenges, spending every day in unease and struggle. Every time he overcame one obstacle, before he could even celebrate, he had to rush into the next.
To Lin Tian, that feeling had been both novel and thrilling.
Yet a little episode in life called the "Gaokao"
had brought Lin Tian back from that dreamlike world to reality. Back to his own comfort zone.
For Lin Tian,
compared to music, this place was his true comfort zone.
Then he might as well enjoy it to the fullest.
Lin Tian closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
Slowly,
his heartbeat steadied as well.
"Ding, ding, ding—"