When Shen Bai stepped into the college entrance examination room, the test paper suddenly turned into a glowing maze.
Chinese language is a puzzle of seven deadly sins. The arrogant examinee mocked the audience with ancient Chinese. Shen Bai smiled: "You missed the vanilla metaphor of "Li Sao"."
The mathematical space was twisted into a poker matrix, and the lazy boy slumped in his chair: "Formula? Just do mental calculations."
English listening turned into a sound storm, and the gluttonous girl chewed the biscuits: "After eating this bag, translate."
When Shen Bai finally arrived at the final temple, the people on the throne slowly turned around.
Lin Zhi smiled: "Welcome to my world."
All teammates dissipated in the light, and Shen Bai reached out to touch - only to catch a piece of nothingness.
"This game has always been just you and me."
