After the exam ended, Huang Dayong, who was sitting behind him, leaned over and said suspiciously to Lin Tian, "Lin Tian, did you really finish the test, or did you just hand in a blank sheet?"
"Damn, Fatty, what kind of eyesight is that? Do I need to hand in a blank sheet? If it weren't for the fear of crushing your fragile little heart, I would have handed it in earlier" Lin Tian said, displeased. His skills were actually being doubted—what has the world come to?
"Ah, Lin Tian the top student, you're my idol. You excel in both academics and athletics. Please accept my admiration," Fatty Huang grabbed Lin Tian's arm and yelled exaggeratedly.
His arm was nearly as thick as someone else's thigh, his palm like a giant fan. Lin Tian's arm muscles were also not too shabby, but in front of these palms, they looked utterly inadequate.
