Twenty-six single seats are neatly arranged in a campus life of two hundred million years old for students on campus. Behind each desk is a figure writing hard. A middle-aged or young invigilator patrols the examination room with a serious expression. If anyone raises his head slightly, a bunch of eyeballs will caress him. The room is sultry, and the sun shines brightly from outside, covering the row of people by the window. Several students can't stand it and look up outside, but are frightened by the teacher's gaze and look down.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
