For Zhang Fan's incredibly confident two words, no one dared to utter a word of dissent.
The near-perfect monthly exam scores were indeed very convincing.
A group of parents, who had come to send their children to the college entrance examination, could only sigh deeply at this moment.
Comparing people can be downright disheartening!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang Fan, Zhang Xiaoyuan, and Ye Xuan parted ways, each heading to their own examination room.
But after Zhang Fan finished his paper, he felt some regret.
He couldn't turn in his exam early!
With so much time left, what was he to do?
Consequently, Zhang Fan became the first person to bury his head and fall asleep.
"Hey, hey, student, wake up!"
A middle-aged man came over and tapped on Zhang Fan's desk.
"Shh!"
Another teacher quickly stopped him.
"What are you doing?"
"From another city?"
"How do you know?"
