Soft music played as the first graduate admission exam for the new civilization finally concluded.
Regardless of any regrets, everyone stopped what they were doing and walked out of the examination room.
Zhang Yuan exhaled the frustrated air from his lungs, finding the last exam quite tricky.
Voices chattered around him, "How did you do?"
"It was so hard, the questions were tough, I don't think I can pass…"
"Ah, I think I only did well in Politics and History."
"Really? How did you answer the last few questions?"
"I just wrote some random thoughts about alien diplomacy, respecting their customs and so on… For civilizations without corresponding ethical etiquette, their ideologies might greatly differ from humans', and we should be cautious when interacting with such civilizations…"
"That's a good answer. I had no idea what to write and just blundered something..."
"I guess it depends on the teacher's mood for scoring."
