Zhao Yan was so focused on his writing that he lost track of time. He simply wanted to pour every answer from his mind onto the paper. Only when he finally turned in his examination paper did Zhao Yan let out a sigh of relief, realizing belatedly that he was famished.
The crushed remains of the biscuit eventually found their way into Zhao Yan’s stomach.The Examination Hall provided water, so the biscuit wasn’t too dry to swallow. It was mealtime, and apart from a few examinees who were distraught over their poor performance, the surrounding students were eating frantically. Whether the others found their food delicious, Zhao Yan did not know, but he certainly enjoyed his; although the biscuit was mediocre, hunger made anything taste good, and he even felt a little unsatisfied once he had finished it.
"Why have I studied hard for so many years only to end up with this result..."
Chapter 245