Back in her senior year classroom, Liu Qingyu's mind was full of the three questions of the soul.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
Hadn't she just received her admission letter from a Project 211 university? How had she woken up back in her hellish senior year of high school?
Deskmate: "Qingyu, which position are you picking for today's test?"
A test as soon as she got here... Senior year really was full of all kinds of tests: pop quizzes, weekly exams, monthly exams, and more.
Liu Qingyu replied tearfully, "Aren't we assigned seats based on our last ranking?"
"Are you stupid? We can pick this time! I'm going marksman. What about you?"
"Huh?"
Liu Qingyu was utterly confused. Her deskmate seemed to have lost it. Maybe she'd played too much video games last night.
"Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you pick support today? I'll protect you."
Apart from her deskmate's crazy talk, everyone around her was discussing these so-called test positions.
Words like assassin and warrior kept cropping up.
Liu Qingyu's heart kept sinking. Had the world gone crazy, or had she?
Among the little mountain of books piled on her desk were a few that looked completely out of place.
[Tips for Playing Marksman]
[Survival Tips for Support]
What on earth was all this?
Liu Qingyu was full of questions.
After finally figuring out the rules of this world, she wanted to pour herself a cappuccino.
"Liu Qingyu, go in! Why are you always crouching in the bushes?"
"Don't marksmen always hide in the bushes?"
"Liu Qingyu, where are you? Are you using some kind of invisibility spell?"
"Aren't assassins supposed to be hard to track down?"
Her deskmate, furious and fuming: "Liu Qingyu! If I get put on your team for the college entrance exam evaluation, I'll drop out and take it again!"
Knowing she was in the wrong, Liu Qingyu meekly apologized, sliding across the floor in a frantic tackle: "Come on, it won't come to that. Calm down, calm down."
Theme: Even grains of sand that seem insignificant can become shining pearls.