NOVEL NEXT Chapter 356
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the clear glass window.
Forming several golden trapezoids in the classroom, countless motes danced in the light's path.
On the blackboard, two lines of white chalk letters were clearly written:
The 95th year of the Republic, East Capital University Law School, Master's Degree Re-examination, Specialized Subject Written Exam.
Exam time: 13:00-15:00.
Dozens of young men and women spread open their test papers, heads buried over their desks.
The classroom was quiet, with only the sound of pen tips scratching across paper remaining.
The clock on the wall had just ticked past the numeral "1."
The exam clearly had only just started.
Fang Cheng was seated in the second-to-last row near the window.
In a fitting white shirt and black suit trousers, sporting a pair of refined gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
Paired with that convincingly realistic wig, he completely concealed the sharp aura emanating from him.
Unless he removed his clothes, no one could associate this seemingly gentle young man with that explosively powerful physique.
At the moment, Fang Cheng held the test paper in his hands, not rushing to write.
Instead, with calm eyes, he began by reading from start to finish.
The test paper was divided into three sections: basic theory, case analysis, discussion questions.
Every question stem and requirement were quickly absorbed into his mind, forming a clear outline for answering.
"Concentration, activate!"
With this silent incantation in his mind, the surrounding world seemed to be muted.
The distant shouts from the basketball court outside the window, the tense breathing of the neighboring examinees, the faint sound of the proctor's shoes on the floor.
All noise was instantly isolated.
The world fell into silence.
Fang Cheng seemed to enter a space of absolute quiet, belonging solely to him.
Behind the lens, his gaze was sharp and focused as he picked up his pen, his wrist moving slightly.
Line after line of neat and elegant handwriting appeared on the answer sheet, as if printed.
His writing speed was extremely fast, yet not a bit careless, each character even in force and clear in stroke.
Meanwhile, his brain was operating at high speed.
Those books on law, core journal articles, classic cases stored deep in his memory were no longer isolated pieces of knowledge.
But transformed into a torrent of data, converging, colliding, and reorganizing within his consciousness.
Finally distilling into the most precise and profound words under his pen, rapidly laid out on the paper.
A slightly chubby middle-aged proctor clasped hands, slowly pacing the aisle.
Every now and then, he paused to glance at a neighboring test sheet, then walked away expressionlessly.
As he reached the back of the classroom and glanced at Fang Cheng's seat, his gaze abruptly halted.
The middle-aged proctor witnessed a scene that especially astonished him.
That scholarly-looking young man had already flipped to the second page of the test paper.
"So fast? Impossible!"
A thought flashed through his mind, instinctively assuming the person was filling out the answers randomly.
After all, the exam had started less than ten minutes ago...
He quietly leaned in closer.
His gaze fell on the answer sheet.
However, just one look left him completely stunned.
The handwriting on the paper was as neat as a calligraphy copybook, and the answers to the discussion questions were orderly and logical, without any erasure marks.
Especially a highly controversial discussion question — "On the Dilemma of Applying the Anticipatory Possibility Theory in Justifiable Defense and Emergency Evasion in Our Country."
The examinee's answer was not a student's banal clichés.
Rather, it drew from multiple perspectives such as jurisprudence and sociology, advancing layer by layer, with profound insight.
Its rigorous argumentation and deep understanding hardly seemed like those of an examinee, but rather a seasoned scholar immersed in this field for years.
"Genius!"
The word instantly popped into the middle-aged proctor's mind.
His gaze seemed magnetically fixed, momentarily forgetting to move away.
He even subconsciously held his breath, fearing to disturb the other's train of thought.
The second hand of the clock on the wall ticked steadily, producing a faint "tick-tock" sound.
Time slipped away silently.
Fang Cheng was still writing swiftly, completely absorbed in his own world.
The pen's tip moved across the paper, creating a continuous and smooth sound, like a melodious tune.
When he finally wrote the last period, he stopped his pen and let out a long breath.
His hands clasped under the table, flexing his bones.
A gentle squeeze produced a series of crisp "crack" sounds from his finger joints.
It was then that he noticed the rather heavy breathing sound behind him.
Fang Cheng turned his head, looking toward the proctor, who stood like a wooden stake, with a trace of surprise in his gaze.
The middle-aged proctor snapped back to reality, his old face flushing, awkwardly coughing twice.
Then, humming a tuneless melody, feigned calm as he walked away with hands clasped behind.
Fang Cheng shrugged, treating it as a minor interlude.
A line of prompt information quietly appeared before his eyes.
[Concentration Experience +1]
[Concentration lv2 (342/500)]
The questions were indeed a bit tricky this time, and the volume was quite substantial.
Ordinary examinees would consider it good to complete them within the allotted time.
But for Fang Cheng, this level still seemed too easy.
It's almost like a college student taking a primary school entrance exam.
His extremely high Spirit Attribute and Skill Effect endowed him with eidetic memory and extraordinary comprehension, seamlessly integrating the vast array of legal literature.
After activating the "Concentration" Skill, it was as if he wrote with divine aid, scarcely needing to pause and think.
He lifted his gaze to the clock on the wall.
Only twenty-odd minutes had passed since the one o'clock start of the exam.