When he went out to eat, he bumped into his company's supervisor, Liu Jiahang. It was quite a rare coincidence, to say the least.

As an intern at the company, Mo Kai thought it was a great opportunity.

Having been educated from a young age to excel at socializing, Mo Kai straightened his expression, intending to go up and say hello and then instruct the familiar waiter to pay for Liu Jiahang's table.

Suddenly, his expression froze.

Because he saw clearly who Liu Jiahang's date was sitting across from him.

Without wearing a uniform, he hadn't recognized the person's identity at first.

But as the other person laughed and joked during the meal, Mo Kai saw that face clearly.

And his gaze gradually changed.

"Mr. Mo, do you have a friend here?" The waiter beside him saw Mo Kai's gesture, and had already started skillfully searching through the hall to note the corresponding table number, clearly indicating that this situation where Mo Kai paid for acquaintances had happened more than once before.

However, Mo Kai said, "No, I made a mistake."

The young consultation assistant replaced his expression with one of heavy thoughts, no longer observing the hall, and followed the perplexed waiter into his private room.

…

The Psychological Consultant qualification exam in late November had ended, and following immediately was the national graduate entrance exam at the end of December.

Nan Zhubin uncharacteristically didn't schedule any consultations at the beginning of this month.

After all, having reached the final sprint stage, he himself was giving this exam two hundred percent of his attention.

On the last morning of the last weekend in December.

After the bell signaling the end of the exam rang.

Inside the exam room, all the students breathed a sigh of relief. Their expressions ranged from collapse to lingering intent.

Even Nan Zhubin, looking at the densely written answer sheets in front of him, couldn't help but feel a great weight finally lift from his heart.

The major exam he had prepared for almost a year finally ended.

Even for Nan Zhubin, this exam was no easy feat.

The volume of the graduate entrance exam was immense, and for students, knowing how to solve all the questions didn't even guarantee a high score. Only by knowing all the questions and managing to finish them could they achieve that.

Many slower students, even if they didn't get stuck on problems, might still run out of time in the end.

This is why test-taking training camps frequently held by graduate exam prep classes focus on "speed of solving problems" as a key aspect of their training.

In this exam, Nan Zhubin barely had the chance to use the Memory Palace to search for information in his mind.

Ultimately, he didn't use the Memory Palace at all.

Because—Nan Zhubin knew too much.

After reviewing his answer sheet one more time, Nan Zhubin showed a confident smile.

On regular days, Nan Zhubin already had nearly eight more hours of study a day compared to others. In the exam room right now, with the enhancement of the Flow State, all the knowledge he mastered assembled in his brain at the fastest speed.

When faced with the thesis questions, answers emerged in abundance in his mind.

Not knowing what the teacher's scoring standards were, he aimed to fill up and complete the answer sheet with all the knowledge points the question involved.

Even when solving the quantitative problems in "Psychological Statistics," Nan Zhubin wrote down the derivation process of the formulas as well, to avoid unexpected loss of points.

For the concluding experimental design essay, he wrote it so comprehensively that it could suffice for an average undergraduate student to complete their own thesis by following the process.

Nan Zhubin even required an extra answer sheet towards the end, which was also why he kept writing until nearly the end of the exam.

"All students, please put down your pens. If you keep writing, it will be considered cheating from now on!"

"Put your test paper, answer sheet, and draft paper into the envelope, and then carefully seal the barcode in the seam."

The proctor announced loudly from the podium, then proceeded to collect the papers.

The last exam of the graduate entrance exams was the professional subject exam, and the distribution of the exam papers was different from before. Instead of issuing loose papers, the proctors distributed envelopes, each containing exam papers, answer sheets, and unique barcodes for the student's corresponding school and subject.

Therefore, in addition to the usual examination tools, students would bring a utility knife to the exam to cut open the envelope, making subsequent sealing convenient.

Nan Zhubin followed the sequence to place his papers in the envelope and then affixed the barcode with his name and candidate number onto the neatly cut opening of the envelope.

Thunk thunk thunk thunk—

A hapless student, engrossed in the essay questions, just realized she hadn't filled in the multiple-choice section of her answer sheet, and began to panic. Despite a piece of paper, the sound of her pen tapping the desk was still conspicuously loud.

The proctor, seemingly deaf, had his back turned to this unfortunate student, focusing intently on observing the student in the first row, first column, appearing worried about the sealing process of that student's test paper.

That unfortunate girl truly was unlucky. Though she sat in the second column, there were only three students in front of her, and soon the proctor would come to collect her paper.

The occurrence of this "second column but only three students in front" situation was due to a large number of students skipping the exam.

Many inadequately prepared students cracked after finishing English and politics on the first day and thus skipped the professional subjects on the second day altogether.

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