The evening self-study session, the classroom lights were bright.
Jiang Nian had just finished writing twelve math multiple-choice questions. The draft paper was filled with dense numbers, like a spider web, spreading across the entire page.
"Little Snail Horn, blowing aimlessly." Lin Dong walked into the classroom with a spring in his step, shaking the printed paper in his hand, "Time to check answers, folks."
The classic answer-checking session, everyone had a few blind-box questions.
Guess right and you get an extra snack in the evening; guess wrong, and you eat to your sorrow.
Lin Dong picked up a watercolor pen from the podium, turned around, and started writing the answers to the multiple-choice questions on the blackboard.
The class immediately turned into a wailing field, and the noise became chaotic.
"I got three wrong! I'm doomed!"
"I got four wrong, now I'm really doomed, I'll be dead meat."
