The man before her, with just his silhouette, exuded the dignity of the Northern Star, an extraordinary presence.
Chu Jin gazed at him and, for a split second, was taken aback before hurriedly averting her gaze.
At the same time, Mo Zhixuan slightly lifted his eyes and looked at her calmly, "Breakfast is on the table; after you finish, I'll take you to the examination hall."
With those words, he lowered his eyes back to the newspaper he was reading intently.
He was very composed, as though last night's occurrence had merely been an illusion.
The breakfast was simple: soy milk with dough sticks, plain porridge, and a dish of pickles.
When Chu Jin stepped into the examination room again, it was just past eight in the morning.
The morning test was on comprehensive science or humanities, lasting two and a half hours.
Chu Jin felt little pressure and finished her paper with ease.
Aside from mathematics, she was stable in nearly every subject.