The College Entrance Exams Are Over, So Why Are You Still Memorizing Poems?

[Doomsday Gameification + Strong Female Lead + Ruthless and Decisive + Poetry Made Manifest] The college entrance exams were over when data rifts erupted across the globe, turning the world into a brutal game arena. As everyone wailed in despair before the monsters, Ji Yao stood atop the ruins and opened the Chinese textbook everyone had dismissed as scrap paper. “Zhao guests wear tassels on their caps, Wu hooks gleam like frost and snow.” At her words, golden sword energy swept across thirty thousand miles, and the data behemoth shattered into a jumble of corrupted code. “Silver saddles shine on white horses, swift as shooting stars.” Ji Yao became a blur, piercing a raiders’ stronghold in an instant. With a slight lift of her fingertips, a hundred thugs’ heads hit the ground. Her gaze cool and clear, she walked through the rain of blood toward the trembling global agents, turning to a fresh page with her fingertips: “Next, I dedicate ‘Lament for the Fallen’ to you.”