Chapter 70

Today, Xiaoming got up very early because today was a special day—the college entrance exam.

For so many years, he had been waiting for this day. His father hoped he could get into college, which was his father's final wish for him.

After arriving at school, he entered the examination room. To his surprise, there was only one candidate number in this room, meaning he was the only examinee in the large examination room.

Xiaoming didn't know that the previous incident had severely damaged the reputation of Jing University. The video had been widely shared online.

The three professors involved were temporarily suspended after they returned.

To address this issue, Jing University specifically contacted several prestigious universities to jointly investigate the exam.

Seven renowned universities each sent a professor to jointly proctor Xiaoming's exam.

If Xiaoming could still achieve good results, it would prove that the three professors from Jing University had indeed been making things difficult for the students. In that case, the three professors would be immediately suspended. If Xiaoming was indeed cheating, the three professors would only need to write a self-criticism.

After all, they had indeed said things like, "I can make sure no one in your class gets a spot."

The exam time arrived. Xiaoming was still the only candidate in the classroom, but there were seven invigilators. They surrounded Xiaoming, but to avoid disturbing him, they didn't stare at him continuously.

"This exam is quite interesting," Xiaoming smiled slightly.

After receiving the exam paper, Xiaoming started answering the questions. As expected, he could solve even the calculation problems entirely in his head. All the questions were easily solved.

Xiaoming had a feeling that his calculation ability was probably not much worse than a computer.

Usually, advanced mathematics is the most difficult part of the exam, and no one would submit their paper before the time was up.

The invigilators watched Xiaoming closely throughout the exam. The room not only blocked signals but also had other interferences. They believed that no matter what high-tech methods Xiaoming used, he couldn't cheat under their watch.

Thirty minutes later, Xiaoming directly submitted his paper.

"Finished already?" The invigilator looked at Xiaoming in disbelief.

"Hmph, he must have given up because he couldn't cheat," one of the invigilators sneered. This person was a professor from Jing University and a good friend of the three suspended professors. He came here to expose Xiaoming's cheating methods and clear the names of the three professors.

"Idiot," Xiaoming cursed and turned to leave.

The first exam was that simple. Since Xiaoming finished so early, he had to wait for others to finish before the second subject could start. This wasn't a mock exam, so he couldn't take the second subject alone.

Bored, Xiaoming wandered around the campus. He had studied here for three years but had never properly explored the school.

In the past, he focused on studying and earning money.

"Master, I'm here," Hu Laajiao bounced over from a distance.

"I'm not your master," Xiaoming said.

"You are. The two moves you taught me, I've been practicing, but they don't seem to work well," Hu Laajiao said dejectedly. He had seen Xiaoming use those moves effectively, but they didn't work for him.

"You're just not smart enough," Xiaoming said coolly.

"Must you be so direct? I admit I'm a bit slow, but they say a great teacher produces great students. Even a clumsy student of Hong Qigong would be better than a cook's student," Hu Laajiao gave an example.

"So what?" Xiaoming asked.

"You're so powerful. Even if I'm a bit slow, just learning a fraction of your skills would be very satisfying," Hu Laajiao smiled.

"What does that have to do with me?" Xiaoming turned and continued walking.

"Of course it does. You're my master. If I'm not good, it will reflect poorly on you," Hu Laajiao followed Xiaoming.

"I've already told you, I'm not your master. Your chest is too small," Xiaoming didn't even bother to look at Hu Laajiao. She and Hu Wen were sisters, and both had small chests.

"Master, you said I was ugly before, and my sister helped me change. Now you say my chest is small. Do I have to get a breast augmentation?" Hu Laajiao said dejectedly. She was no longer dressed in the non-mainstream style she used to wear.

"Having a tomboy help you change, what a brilliant idea," Xiaoming admitted that Hu Wen had some charm, but she dressed like a tomboy.

"If you dare say anything about my sister, I'll tell her, and you'll be in trouble."

"Go ahead and tell her," Xiaoming said indifferently.

"I won't tell her, but you have to take me as your disciple," Hu Laajiao thought Xiaoming was afraid.

"Go ahead and tell her," Xiaoming turned and walked towards the classroom.

"You!" Hu Laajiao stomped her foot in anger when she saw Xiaoming didn't take her seriously.

The second exam was the same as the first, with the same professors proctoring. Xiaoming's answering speed was still very fast, and he finished another paper in about thirty minutes.

Time passed quickly, and the first day of the exam ended.

In the evening, Xiaoming planned to go out and relax. He had been under a lot of stress recently.

He chose a street with bars, entered a random bar, sat at the counter, ordered a drink, and watched the neon lights and bustling crowd.

He had never been to such a place before, except for the time with Lin Bingbing.

Under the neon lights, all kinds of people were hidden. Xiaoming was there to relax and didn't want to observe them, so he slowly sipped his drink.

"Little handsome, is this your first time here?" A beautiful woman sat next to Xiaoming.

"Sort of," Xiaoming turned to look at the beautiful woman.

The woman was very attractive. The dim lighting made her even more enchanting. Her makeup, though noticeable, wasn't off-putting. Her figure was very curvaceous, and her clothes were revealing, making her look very alluring.

"Have fun," the woman said, noticing Xiaoming's obvious gaze, and then turned to leave.

Xiaoming ordered another drink.

"Handsome, how about buying me a drink?" A young girl sat next to Xiaoming and casually touched him.

"I'm broke," Xiaoming smiled.

"Then I can drink yours," the girl directly took the half-full glass from Xiaoming's hand.

By doing this, she was indirectly kissing Xiaoming, and the girl was very open about it.

"Brother, it's her," three men approached Xiaoming, and one of them pointed at the girl next to him.