The tips of thirty pens broke the tranquility of the answer sheets at almost the exact same moment!
The varied rhythms of scratching pens, like the sound of the rain outside, suddenly filled the entire space.
Shen Yuan's gaze swept over the exam paper, and he immediately entered a state of deep Concentration.
Outside, raindrops persistently tapped against the glass, a dense and rhythmic sound, as if trying to force their way into this battlefield sheltered from the storm.
Inside the classroom, there was only the incessant rustle of pen on paper, a sound weaving together countless minds racing against time, all united against the bleak winter rain outside.
As ink flowed onto paper, time began its silent, frantic sprint.
Li Zhi occasionally looked up from the sea of questions she was immersed in. Her gaze would drift over the rows of lowered heads, landing precisely on the familiar figure ahead of her.
