"As for whether the examiner gives sympathy points, it's all left to fate!"
After speaking, he pointed a cigarette-holding finger at Fang Cheng and chuckled:
"I see you've handed in your paper early too. What's the matter? Are you also feeling troubled by those theoretical questions, and decided to just let it be like me?"
In Ma Donghe's view, although Fang Cheng was a proper university student, he was ultimately a martial artist who started from boxing in the club.
After graduating for so many years and slacking off, how much can he still remember from the dead theories in the textbooks?
Moreover, this exam was just cramming at the last minute.
Besides the law, which was his specialty, when facing those obscure and difficult psychology and political science questions, his headache was probably not much better than mine.
Fang Cheng listened and his lips curled up in a smile.
