The Road to Becoming a Civil Servant: Starting from Crossing the Examination Room

Lu Mingyuan suddenly jolted and found himself standing in a long, winding queue, holding a piece of yellowed paper in his hand with "No. 32" Written on it. Surrounded by nearly a hundred men of various ages, there were old men with white beards and hair, as well as fair-skinned young men. Everyone was wearing plain gowns and square scarves, and their expressions were dignified with a hint of suppressed excitement.