A sparse cheer finally broke out from the crowd, though it sounded somewhat weak.
But the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere finally loosened a crack.
"I'm not going."
Just then, a hand lazily rose up.
Everyone turned around and saw Lin Que standing at the end of the line, twirling a room key in his hand, his expression calm:
"Teacher, I'd like to rest in my room for a bit and won't go join the fun."
Shen Qingqiu glanced at him but did not insist.
In his view, a player of Lin Que's caliber might have his own unique way of adjusting, or he might need to review the game on his own.
"Okay, then you can make your own arrangements. Be careful and don't go too far."
The students were not surprised at all.
Great minds are always unconventional.
And to be honest, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If I can't help but ask Lin Que how his exam went during the meal, and he gets another blow to my confidence, I'm afraid I'll really have indigestion.
...
Back in the room.
"drop."
The lights came on, and the room still retained the desolation it had felt when I left that morning.
He threw himself into the soft bed and pulled out his phone, which had been switched off all day.
The moment I pressed the power button and the screen lit up, a series of intense vibrations exploded in my hand.
The red dot numbers on the green bubble icon are jumping wildly.
The image of a rabbit smashing a piano is flashing wildly.
The message spans from 3 PM until now.
[Beethoven on the run]: Where is Master Lin? Hasn't he finished his exams yet?
[Beethoven on the run]: Seriously... it's already four o'clock! Are you guys in jail or taking an exam?
[Beethoven on the run]: Hey! If you don't come out soon, I'll pretend you were eaten by the exam paper!
[Beethoven on the run]: [Frustrated][Frustrated][Smashing the piano]
[Beethoven on the run]: It's already 5 o'clock!!!
Seeing the string of anger and worry that almost overflowed the screen, Lin Que's tired nerves instantly relaxed.
His fingers tapped lightly on the screen.
【木欮】: Just released, still alive.
The message was sent in less than five seconds.
The message "The other party is typing..." popped up at the top instantly, with astonishing speed.
[Beethoven on the run]: [Surprised] Eight hours?!
[Beethoven on the run]: Nine to five? Is this an exam or a job? This is really exhausting!
Are you organizing committee devils? I've already practiced three sets of scales and fed the cats twice!
Even through the screen, Lin Que could imagine Ye Xi's wide-eyed, incredulous expression.
【木欮】: After all, it's the semi-finals, so it has to be a bit challenging.
[Beethoven on the run]: This is too insane... How are you? Do you still have the energy to eat?
If I'm exhausted, I'll order takeout and have it delivered to your hotel.
Lin Que touched his stomach, which had long since deflated.
The eight-hour mental battle in the exam room had long since depleted his body's sugar reserves.
At this moment, with that disappointing "coo coo" sound,
Exam scores and literary dreams were all thrown to the back of my mind.
All he can think about now is that steaming bowl of noodles, covered in chili oil and pork belly.
[Muqi]: No need. I've saved room for this noodle meal. Send me the location.
bite.
Immediately afterwards, a map location was sent over.
No. 18, Liuye Lane, South of the Old City
Lin Que clicked on it and took a look.
The location is indeed remote, deep in the alley at the very end of Laomendong.
There wasn't even a specific store name on the map, just a vague coordinate point.
【木欮】: Arriving soon.
Lin Que put his phone in his pocket, got up, and went into the bathroom.
Lin Que turned on the tap, scooped up a handful of cold water, and vigorously rubbed his face with it.
Water droplets dripped down my chin and into my collar, sending a shiver down my spine and completely waking me from my drowsiness.
She changed out of her conspicuous school uniform and into a simple white T-shirt and black casual pants.
Then he put the baseball cap on his head, pulling the brim down.
My stomach promptly let out a protesting rumble.
The so-called nutritious meal provided by the organizing committee at noon was barely enough to fill a tooth gap.
That little bit of energy was long gone when I was brainstorming the plot.
Now, he desperately needs a bowl of steaming hot noodles topped with chili oil and pork belly.
To console this body that has "dedicated" itself to literature for eight hours.
Of course, there's also that online friend I haven't seen in a long time.
Lin Que pushed open the door, avoiding the noisy direction of the main group, and blended into the bustling night scene of Jinling alone.
The streetlights cast his shadow long.
The moonlight tonight should be beautiful.
...
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