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On this day, the examinees always received various forms of preferential treatment, and Wang Zhuo was no exception. Guan Yingying’s yellow Beetle pulled up punctually downstairs to take him to the examination hall.

“Scholar Wang, are you all set?” Guan Yingying greeted Wang Zhuo, who was jogging down the stairs, her face bright with a smile. Wang Zhuo puffed out his chest with righteous fervor: “Ten years of secluded study, unknown to all; one glorious success, and the world shall know!” “Such high aspirations!” Guan Yingying laughed until she bent over.

“Hop in.” The Beetle pulled onto the road, and the cool morning breeze brushed against their faces, carrying the thick, fragrant scent of lilacs. Guan Yingying’s long, flowing hair danced lightly in the wind, partially obscuring her face behind amber sunglasses that highlighted her healthy, tanned complexion.

Her full lips and delicately shaped nose possessed a heart-stirring loveliness. Seeing Wang Zhuo staring at her, Guan Yingying assumed he was looking at her new ear studs.

She tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear and asked, “How are they? Pretty?” Only then did Wang Zhuo notice that she was wearing an ear stud made of vivid green jade.

Although the jade part was only half a centimeter in diameter, the design was exquisite, lending extra allure to Guan Yingying’s face. Wang Zhuo nodded sincerely: “Very pretty.

Did you just buy them?” “I snagged them at the night market yesterday, only fifty yuan,” Guan Yingying chuckled. “The vendor claimed the setting was gold-plated and the jade was Grade A.” “Fifty?” Wang Zhuo was torn between laughter and tears.

“No need to guess; the setting is definitely zero-karat gold, and the jade probably isn't even Grade C—definitely a fake, Grade D.” Guan Yingying nodded with a smile, then asked, “If I hadn't told you the price, what would you have estimated their worth to be?” “Sister, just look at the car you’re driving, the style you’re wearing, combined with that captivating appearance and otherworldly temperament—these earrings must be worth at least a hundred thousand!” Wang Zhuo exaggerated. “You’re being too sappy!” Guan Yingying burst out laughing.

“I’ll find some good material later and have Sister Qi make me a pair identical to these. But I think one hundred thousand is far too much; ten thousand should suffice.” “Ten thousand doesn’t suit your status,” Wang Zhuo countered playfully.

“Jade is just like that,” Guan Yingying shook her head. “If the Queen of England wore it, even if it were plastic, everyone would assume it was priceless.

But if you wore it, even if it were a national treasure once owned by Emperor Qianlong, no one would spare it a glance.” “Am I really that insignificant?” Wang Zhuo wore a look of melancholy grievance, though he deeply sympathized with her words; that was precisely what he always believed. Just then, a shout rang out from the roadside: “Wang Zhuo!

Give me a lift!” Guan Yingying slowed the car. Wang Zhuo turned to see their classmate Jin Chengyou, nicknamed Fatty Dragon, and asked Guan Yingying to pull over.

Fatty Dragon weighed over 200 pounds, but he was surprisingly agile, sliding easily into the car. Wang Zhuo looked back and asked, “Are you walking to the exam site?” “It’s close to my home; I’ll treat it as exercise,” Fatty Dragon replied casually to Wang Zhuo’s question, immediately shifting to a sincere smile as he greeted the driver, Guan Yingying.

“Hello, Sister. I’m Jin Chengyou, Wang Zhuo’s high school classmate and good buddy!

Sister, you are so beautiful! This must be your car; seeing it tells me you’re someone with taste!” Wang Zhuo had a sudden urge to throw Fatty Dragon out of the car—the kid was too embarrassing.

Guan Yingying chuckled, waving at Fatty Dragon through the rearview mirror, which made him instantly feel overwhelmed by the attention. “Wang Zhuo, if you ever plan to beat up that returnee, just say the word and I’m in!” Fatty Dragon declared with gusto.

“I wasn’t planning on beating him up,” Wang Zhuo shot him an exasperated look. “Besides, with your sandbag physique, you’re a burden in every fight.

What use are you?” “I can cover the retreat!” Fatty Dragon argued, unconvinced. “You mean you can’t run fast enough,” Wang Zhuo remarked dryly, assessing his figure.

“I am trying hard to lose weight!” Fatty Dragon insisted righteously. Guan Yingying interjected with a smile, “You two don't seem like you’re about to take the college entrance exams.” “He’s applying for art schools; he’s under no pressure,” Wang Zhuo laughed.

“My martial arts are external to the books; this level of understanding is beyond you.” “Tch!” Fatty Dragon gave him the middle finger, and Guan Yingying shook her head disapprovingly. …… In front of the examination hall gates, hundreds of students and parents were already gathered, creating a tense atmosphere.

Some students and parents were even weeping into their hands, making the scene feel less like entering an exam venue and more like heading to the front lines. “I won’t be looking after you at noon; Sister Qi and I have plans to go shopping.” Guan Yingying dropped Wang Zhuo and Fatty Dragon off at the edge of the student queue and departed like a retreating cloud.

The sky was a brilliant, washed-out blue—a perfect day. “If I had a sister like her, I’d hang out with her every day!” Fatty Dragon watched the Beetle disappear with lingering affection, speaking from the bottom of his heart.

This kid was one of the notorious perverts in the class; Wang Zhuo figured his mind was already filled with sordid thoughts and paid him no mind. The bell rang, and the crowd surged with a collective stir.

Wang Zhuo positioned Fatty Dragon in front to clear a path, and the two squeezed through the throng toward the examination hall. Coincidentally, a local television news crew was interviewing students on site.

The female anchor, noticing the two examinees approaching with such calm composure, felt an acute journalistic instinct that these two were worth interviewing. “Two students, I’m the anchor for the City Television News Broadcast.

Would you mind granting us an interview?” With the cannon-like camera lens and fist-sized microphone pointed at his face, Fatty Dragon immediately felt flustered, but the beautiful anchor’s encouraging expression instantly restored his confidence, and he nodded calmly. Wang Zhuo, who had been using Fatty Dragon as a human battering ram to push through, found his path blocked and was forced to stop as well.

“You’re about to enter the exam hall. How are you feeling right now—excited or nervous?” the female anchor asked rapidly.

Fatty Dragon gave an honest smile, “What’s there to be nervous about?” “It seems this student has excellent mental fortitude,” the anchor commented to the camera before immediately turning back to Fatty Dragon. “Then, do you have anything you’d like to say to the viewers watching on television?” Fatty Dragon thought for a moment, suddenly flashed a victory sign with his two fingers, pushed his chubby face close to the lens for a spontaneous close-up, and declared: “Central Academy of Fine Arts, here I come.” The female anchor stumbled slightly and decisively resolved to cut this segment entirely after returning to the station!

The cameraman quickly swung the lens away, pointing it toward Wang Zhuo beside him. The female anchor adjusted her slightly disheveled bangs and was about to speak when Wang Zhuo said calmly, “I have nothing to say.

Find someone else.” What kind of students were these! The anchor turned away in frustration.

One ridiculous fatty was bad enough, but the other wouldn’t even grant her a chance to speak—what a blow to her pride! However, the cameraman stared at Wang Zhuo for a few extra seconds, finding the composed student somewhat familiar, and gave him a few more shots before he disappeared into the crowd entering the hall.

The chance for an interview was fleeting, and he soon returned to his work, temporarily failing to connect the image with the widely circulated fight video. “Wang Zhuo, good luck!” Fatty Dragon rushed toward his classroom; getting into the hall early to network with surrounding examinees might help him copy a few extra points.

Wang Zhuo’s seat was in the very center of the first row—perhaps the worst possible position for a cheater. But Wang Zhuo didn’t care.

After nearly half a month of training and use, his X-ray vision could now penetrate walls to see the exam papers of students next door. From a geometric perspective, after his line of sight extended several meters, the angle between it and the papers spread out on the desks would approach parallel, making reading extremely difficult.

However, Wang Zhuo’s X-ray vision could magnify the viewed objects, effectively achieving refraction, so secretly reading the black characters on the white paper was no issue at all. A few minutes later, the invigilators arrived.

Among the three assigned proctors, Wang Zhuo was shocked to see an acquaintance: Liu Guoyang! That brat actually managed to follow him right into the examination hall—he truly had astonishing connections!

Seeing Liu Guoyang’s mocking, triumphant, and teasing smile, Wang Zhuo inwardly sneered with disdain. So what if he’s proctoring in person?

Could he really fight against supernatural abilities? Just you wait and see!