Shi Jihan was lucky to remember in time that this was an open-book exam. Looking around, he saw that everyone else had indeed brought notes.
...But he had nothing.
Zero-Zero-Zero eagerly offered suggestions: [Host, I can help you find materials and export them. We just need to figure out a way to cast the screen.]
Cast the screen...
Shi Jihan set his sights on Electronic Xiao Zhou.
Wasn't there a ready-made screen half a person tall right here?
Zhou Jingcheng:?
Half a minute later, Zhou Jingcheng was covered in mosaicked excerpts from "General Treatise on Classical Chinese."
Shi Jihan clicked his tongue. [Don't open your eyes. There are words on your eyelids too.]
"...Shi Jihan," Zhou Jingcheng said through gritted teeth with his eyes shut, "is this how you treat your boyfriend?"
[And don't open your mouth either. The moment you do, I can't see anything.]
Zhou Jingcheng: "..."
Zhou Jingcheng: "..."
He was so pissed, but his boyfriend wouldn't let him talk.
Shi Jihan copied away at double speed, and the more he wrote, the more he felt like a genius.
Who else could have come up with a solution like this?
He couldn't help laughing. "Hehe."
The proctor was even more horrified: ???
Shi Jihan was writing away happily when the proctor wandered over. Then he kept pacing back and forth beside him until Shi Jihan finally noticed.
He looked up and met the teacher's hesitant gaze.
The teacher looked around, saw that no one nearby was paying attention, and quietly asked Shi Jihan, "Student, do you have a history of mental illness?"
???
The question marks didn't disappear. They merely transferred to Shi Jihan's face.
Zhou Jingcheng couldn't hold it in and laughed.
After repeatedly assuring the teacher that he wasn't sick, Shi Jihan gloomily finished his