Yang Jian's voice echoed in the empty stadium, as cold and indifferent as a stone.

"The exam is now over."

He walked over to the fallen head and kicked it away, like kicking a ball.

[His head flew off the stage, smashing the "Ghost Realm" sign.]

Immediately afterwards, the entire stadium began to shake violently.

The flesh on the wall began to wither, and the gray mist quickly dissipated.

The bodies of those "examinees" gradually became transparent, eventually turning into specks of fluorescent light and dissipating into the air.

It turns out that this so-called ghostly examination hall was maintained by the resentment of the chief examiner.

It revels in the thrill of dominating fear, binding the souls of the dead with rules.

[If you kill the person who made the rules, the rules themselves will fall apart.]

Yang Jian stood amidst the ruins, watching the ghost bus approach in the distance, and dusted himself off.

"As expected, it's even more boring than I imagined."

[End of this chapter.]

Shen Qingqiu let out a long breath, feeling a chill on her back.

Although the text is brief and lacks the graphic descriptions of gore and violence,

But the oppressive atmosphere and the final "table-flipping" style of breaking the deadlock were chilling to watch.

Especially that line, "I'm here to grade papers," it was incredibly arrogant.

"This hellish dream weaver..."

Shen Qingqiu subconsciously glanced at Lin Que beside her.

They are clearly two completely different people.

Why was she watching Yang Jian kick that head away?

What came to mind was Lin Que's expression when he said "literature is a scalpel" on the awards stage.

Their contempt for rules and their disgust for hypocrisy are exactly the same.

She swiped the screen and opened the comments section.

Sure enough, just a few minutes after the update, the comment section exploded.

[Holy crap! This is what the Dream Weaver meant by a "boring competition"? They just chopped off the examiner's head? That Teemo is so unsportsmanlike!]

[Upstairs, don't you even look who that is? That's Yang Jian! Yang Jian: I don't answer questions, I only deal with the question setter.]

Am I the only one who thinks this chapter is a reflection of reality?

Doesn't that examiner look just like some leaders who only read from prepared speeches? That "Silence" gesture is a perfect recreation!

Hahaha! What the hell is this "I'm here to grade papers" nonsense?!

This dream weaver is really going for the atmosphere! Is this a hint at a provincial essay competition? I heard there's a really high-stakes grand prize winner!

[The comment above is spot on! I watched the live stream too, and the grand prize winner directly said on stage that positive energy is for greenhouse flowers! He must be a top-tier fan of the "Dream Weaver" (a popular online figure known for his unconventional approach to education), hahaha!]

Upon seeing the last comment, Shen Qingqiu's finger trembled violently, and she almost dropped her phone.

A legendary fan?

She turned her head sharply and stared intently at Lin Que.

Beneath the baseball cap, the boy seemed to be having a beautiful dream.

His lips curled into a slight smile, as if mocking the absurdity of the world.

"Teacher, have we arrived yet?"

Lin Que suddenly moved.

A lazy voice came from under the hat, hoarse from just waking up.

Shen Qingqiu was startled and quickly locked her phone.

He stuffed it back into his bag and coughed nervously.

"Oh, almost there, just got off the highway."

"Sit up properly when you're awake. Don't slouch like that."

Lin Que reached out and pushed up the brim of his hat, revealing a pair of clear eyes.

He glanced at Shen Qingqiu's bag zipper, which wasn't fully zipped up yet.

And a glimpse of a cell phone peeking out from inside—a knowing look flashed in his eyes.

"Teacher, why is your face red? Is it too hot in the car?"

It's stuffy in the car.

Shen Qingqiu replied stiffly.

He raised his hand and turned the air conditioning vent towards the car window to hide the panic in his eyes.

She quickly switched back to her stern homeroom teacher mode, clearing her throat:

"Once you're awake, don't just sit around; get your brain moving."

Although winning the grand prize this time is prestigious, you can't escape the school's commendation ceremony.

Prepare your speech; don't go on stage and improvise again, spouting some kind of surgical analogy.

"ah?"

Lin Que let out a scream and slumped back into his chair.

"Doesn't the grand prize winner get special privileges? Can we pay for the speech by donating the trophy? We could even add the prize money!"

"Dream on! This is a political mission!"

She paused.

"However, the principal was indeed very happy this time regarding the bonus."

In addition to the competition prize money, the school will also apply for an extra scholarship for you.

"Really, Teacher Shen!"

Zhao Zichen and Zhang Ya in the back row had woken up at some point.

Upon hearing the words "scholarship," he instantly sat up in shock, despite being on his deathbed.

"Of course it's true."

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of firecrackers suddenly went off outside the window.

Lin Que's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

He leaned close to the window and looked out; his whole being instantly shattered.

"have to."

Lin Que closed his eyes in despair and let out a sigh from the depths of his soul.

"Just out of the wolf's den, into the tiger's lair."

A patient with severe social anxiety passed away today.

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