However, after an entire afternoon, Fagga and Ellen had accomplished nothing.

"Ugh, this is troublesome!"

Eileen turned and slumped onto the bed, pulling a pillow over her face. A moment later, a dull, lifeless thud came from under the pillow:

"I spent the whole afternoon looking around until my eyes were sore, but I didn't find anything useful. If I had known this would happen, I would have just gone back to take the exam."

"...Oh."

Seeing this, Fagga chuckled softly, closed the notebook on his lap, leaned back, and looked up at the ceiling.

"The eighth multiple-choice question is about calculating the mass of an unknown planet; the options below differ by only one order of magnitude."

"The last two multiple-choice questions are a challenging five-choice-three-option test. The school thoughtfully informs you in the question stem that you will not receive any points if you select too few or the wrong options."

"One question was about electricity. A small switch was turned on and off repeatedly, and the circuits were sometimes connected in series, sometimes in parallel, and sometimes both. The entire question on that sheet of paper was longer than my 800-word essay."

"The other question is about mechanics, about a little monkey swinging on a swing. A bunch of restrictions were added in the middle, and the question was asked in the end what conditions would allow the little monkey to successfully swing to the high-voltage line."

The shark girl, who was lying paralyzed on the bed, suddenly threw away her pillow and turned her head. Just listening to Fagga read out the question types made her break out in a cold sweat.

But it wasn't over yet; Fagha continued twirling his fingers, reciting them as if they were his own treasures:

"Next up are the experimental questions, which test the usage of various instruments. I won't go into detail about the selection of resistors, and converting ammeters into voltmeters is commonplace."

"There are three more major questions, testing optics, electricity, and mechanics respectively..."

"Enough!"

Fagar stopped at the sound, and suddenly felt a cool touch on his arm. He instinctively turned his head and saw that it was Ellen who weakly reached out and grasped his wrist. He heard her soft voice say:

"Please stop reading, I beg you..."

Fagga curled his lips into a sneer and said mockingly, "Didn't you want to go back and take the exam?"

"sorry..."

A faint apology came from the side.

But soon, she sat up abruptly, slowly pulled the chair where Fagga was sitting to the bedside, and asked, "Wait, how did you know what the exam was about?"

"It's been posted in the class group chat. There are posts praising the school, about the legislation, and people comparing answers with each other."

Fagga raised his phone and said this.

Ailian quickly took out her phone and opened the class group chat. Sure enough, it was a scene of peace and prosperity, with various schools of thought vying for attention; writers, critics, and enthusiasts of niche interests were all present.

"They really have nothing better to do than have so much free time!"

Eileen looked at her phone; the chat history in the class group was still being updated rapidly.

A seemingly simple physics exam simultaneously summoned the mighty Vajra and the Bodhisattva of Light and Light to reside in the Milky Way, guarding the door for someone.

Behind the door, in the vast galaxy, there is a gravitationally attracted sycophant circling around its goddess, as if it were paying the school a fee, telling the principal its weight and asking just how heavy the goddess it is pursuing really is.

[Class Monitor: Ah, how can this unchanging path not be the constant love between her and me?]

Ruby: ...Class monitor, this simp's goddess also has an unchanging love affair with another star!

Fagga smiled knowingly as he looked at his phone, when suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door.

Eileen heard this too, and turned her head to say, "Please come in."

Click.

The doorbell rang, and a girl with green twin ponytails squeezed into the room first. Little Colleen was holding a small cake, popping it into her mouth bite by bite, and whispering:

“Mr. Fagar, Miss Ellen, Mr. Lykan asked me to call you down for dinner.”

"Oh, okay."

Fagga and Ellen responded and went downstairs together.

"Oh, sorry. Wait a moment, let me finish the cake."

...