Xin Lin and Little Xinzhuo left the North Square, and a new batch of candidates were just entering.
Behind them came the voices of Jin Chen and others.
"A blockhead is a blockhead, handing in a blank paper. If I were you, I would just go home and cry."
The person Jin Chen was talking about was naturally Xin Lin.
His position was not far from Xin Lin's.
When he handed in his paper, there was already less than fifteen minutes left. He clearly saw that the examination paper of that low-class person had nothing written on it.
Even if she wrote as fast as she could, she wouldn't be able to produce anything meaningful.
"Who are you calling a blockhead?"
Little Xinzhuo glared at Jin Chen upon hearing this.
This person was really annoying, opposing them siblings all the way.
"Whoever hands in a blank paper is a blockhead. You can't even recognize the letters and still dream of attending Qingtian Academy."
Jin Chen said with a peculiar tone.
