"That old man almost bluffed me. Good thing I was one step ahead."
Only after Yang Yi left the admissions building and no longer had any reservations did he begin muttering quietly, reflecting on his quick thinking.
He had been the only examinee left in the entire building. Didn't that guarantee him first place and admission?
If he had kept waiting until other examinees arrived, his position would no longer have been secure.
So he had decisively requested the exam, raced against the clock to finish answering-including the time spent writing his name-and submitted the paper before the old man could change his mind.
Even now, he still remembered the expression on the old man's face when he received the paper.
"Tsk, tsk! Want to make me study? Not a chance!"
Yang Yi spoke smugly and began planning his next step.
That old man was no ordinary person. Yang Yi had noticed that at first glance.
Coupled with the hint of kindness in his stern gaze, this made Yang Yi afraid to meet his eyes, so he had been very polite, at most calling him an old man rather than an old baldy.
Strictly speaking, the old man wasn't human, and might not even count as a living creature. He was similar to a puppet controlled by the Collector.
Though the naked eye could see nothing unusual, Yang Yi's Three Eyes could see a thread connected to the top of the old man's head. It was still visible even now.
There was more than one such thread. They were everywhere, mostly distributed among the various buildings, piercing their roofs and extending into the darkness above.
Some threads even moved, perhaps because the puppets being controlled were moving...
"Where did that test subject escape from? It's really hideous."
"Notify security."
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