"Song, where were you hiding all this time? How come we never saw you?" Lai Jiangtian slumped in a chair like a puddle of mud.
They were all utterly exhausted. This thing really was a great weight-loss aid.
"I just kept avoiding people."
Perhaps because Song Jing'an was a police officer, his words carried an air of authority that made people readily believe him.
Only Yu Song could tell that this guy was lying!
Yan Zhiyi, the last to enter, heard the door click behind him. By the time he turned around to open it, it would no longer budge.
He said, "The door's locked."
"Huh?"
"You've got to be kidding!"
"I seriously can't go on."
"I'm already exhausted. I want to get out."
Despite their complaints, they all crowded over to examine the locked door. There was no combination lock, so it was probably some sort of mechanism.
Lai Jiangtian casually grumbled, "Since we're in a classroom, please don't let it be anything involving test questions. When I graduated, I swore I'd never touch that stuff again."
Whether it was a match made in heaven or something else, the moment the receptionist's voice came through the walkie-talkie, Lai Jiangtian's soul was sucked right out of him.
"There are three test papers on the teacher's desk: Chinese, English, and math. Work it out, everyone."
Lai Jiangtian: "..."
Xiang Lin and Yin Xian burst into shrill laughter in unison.
The questions were solved in a flash. Several of them hadn't even registered what was happening before it was over. Yan Zhiyi knew the answer to the English question at a glance. It involved similar sounds and meant: run!
Song Jing'an solved the Chinese question. It involved a little wordplay, and its meaning was similar to the English answer: parting.
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