Everything I had studied so far was actually all part of the exam scope. I took off the school uniform I was wearing and ran down the street. I ran out. Exam papers, exam papers, right? I couldn't go to take the exam without an exam paper stamped with the proctor's confirmation. That traitor, That bastard. They said they wouldn't study, but they studied hard and got a perfect score. From now on, an eternal and beautiful exam period continues.
