Chapter 59 – The Sound of Pens Never Ceases, The Test-Takers Never Stop

“Remember, young man, my name is Wanyan Aguru.”

As Ye Kuang recalled the gentle whisper of that graceful figure before she departed, he truly found himself yearning for a love that would endure through hardship and remain unwavering until death.

He didn’t even realize how he had entered the examination hall.

“Ding… ding ding ding…”

At that moment, a soothing melody gradually spread across the entire campus, signaling the imminent beginning of the college entrance exams.

Through the window, Ye Kuang saw dozens of proctors forming a long line, filing into the examination rooms one after another.

He knew the tense moment had finally arrived.

As the proctors entered the hall, the previously somewhat noisy classroom fell into complete silence.

“To avoid any unpleasant incidents, please take turns placing your water bottles, electronic devices like mobile phones, and other unrelated items into this basket,” the proctor announced.

“Before answering…”

“After answering…”

Once the proctor finished speaking, the candidates began handing over their items in an orderly manner.

When everything was ready, the proctor continued, “We will now distribute the test papers. Please take a brief moment to review the contents…”

Soon, the rustling sounds of paper filled the air, and the examination hall became eerily quiet.

Ye Kuang’s eyes swept across the room, noticing how everyone’s previously smiling faces had instantly turned solemn.

If one word could describe the atmosphere in the hall, it would be “silence.”

So silent that one could almost hear each other’s nervously accelerating heartbeats, so silent that the drop of a pin would be audible…

Were it not for the occasional coughs, one might have mistaken the place for a world of utter stillness.

Ye Kuang also collected his thoughts, not daring to breathe heavily, and began examining the test paper, afraid of misreading a single character.

However, no matter how he had imagined it, he never expected the difficulty level of the exam to be this high.

It was completely different from what he had envisioned.

It truly confirmed the saying: “Ideals are plump, but reality is bony.”

So thought Ye Kuang.

Meanwhile, the proctor, noticing that the scheduled time had arrived but the bell had yet to ring, realized there was an issue with the broadcast system. Without further delay, he announced, “The exam begins now.”

“Tap tap tap… rustle…”

In an instant, the entire examination hall was enveloped in a sea of sounds from moving pen tips.

Here, candidates unfolded their papers and wielded their brushes like Wandering Dragons. Their straight strokes resembled swords, their curves twisted like vines, their dots fell like precarious peak rocks, and their slants swept like orchid leaves in the wind.

They answered with such speed, as if forging new paths through strategic maneuvering, writing their lives with unbridled passion. It was a clever fusion of dots and lines, a seamless blend that did justice to their youthful years!

And what of Ye Kuang?

He lifted his pen and let it fall, his movements akin to an unbridled steed soaring through the skies, leaving the dust far behind. Or like a dragon twisting and turning as it flew, emerging from nothingness and returning to nothingness…

Although this was Ye Kuang’s first time taking the college entrance exams, and the questions were difficult, they could not hinder his confident and composed demeanor.

He wrote his answers with the tip of his pen, completely losing track of time as he immersed himself in the unceasing atmosphere, his heart gradually entering a state of ethereal tranquility.This primitive vitality, akin to sailing a boat through the boundless sea of learning, not only reflects how fleeting youth is yet how scholars forge ahead tirelessly, but also demonstrates an attitude that refuses to squander the precious years of one’s prime.

Moreover, after twelve years of arduous study solely for the chance to have one’s name inscribed on the golden roll, how could Ye Kuang possibly halt his progress and become mere gossip material for others, despite countless competitors?

In his mind, such thoughts might be commonplace, but precisely because of this, he couldn’t afford to fall behind.

Answer questions, answer questions, and answer more questions.

Revise, revise, and revise again.

Once, twice, and yet again!

It could be said that among fellow examinees, who isn’t writing with utmost effort? Their meticulous attitude is already beyond comparison to mere simulations.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang suddenly felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him, making it hard to breathe and leaving him with no foothold.

His heart was filled with both tension and unease—not only fearing what to do if the exam results fell short of his expectations, but also worrying about how to cope if he failed to achieve his goals.

It could be said that Ye Kuang couldn’t help but let his thoughts run wild.

The college entrance exam is a watershed moment.

It treats everyone equally, yet it categorizes and groups people accordingly.

Just like the law of the jungle, where only the strong can stand firm regardless of time or place, the same principle applies here: only with a high enough score can one secure greater room for advancement!

While writing his answers, Ye Kuang also pondered life—truly multitasking in parallel.

As the saying goes: “When devotion runs deep, emotions grow genuine!”

And when emotions are genuine, the heart naturally becomes profound!

At that moment, Ye Kuang’s mind, ears, and eyes simultaneously began to awaken…

Yet he remained completely unaware of it!

However, Ye Kuang could distinctly feel his mind opening up as if a floodgate had been released. Countless bits of knowledge shattered and intertwined in the blink of an eye, forming an entirely new way of comprehension.

In short, at this moment, he felt as if he had been enlightened.

If not for being in the midst of the college entrance exam, he would have likely roared with excitement!

For he unexpectedly discovered that applying this comprehension method to Martial Studies felt increasingly seamless.

For a moment, it was as if he had discovered a new world.

Unable to contain his glee, Ye Kuang grinned widely, his entire being radiating exhilaration.

Invigilator: “Are you alright, student?”

“Ah…” Hearing the murmur, Ye Kuang was startled as if he’d seen a ghost.

Invigilator: “Are you alright, student?”

Ye Kuang: “N-No… I’m fine. Is there something you need, teacher?”

Hearing this, the invigilator’s expression soured—irritation bubbling up—before retorting impatiently, “If you’re fine, then focus on your exam.”

This scene resembled one person showing concern for another, offering warm regards, only for the former to not only show no appreciation but also, after relieving himself, display an expression of extreme satisfaction before asking the latter, “Want to feel this good too?”

Unbeknownst to them, the invigilator had misunderstood Ye Kuang, mistakenly assuming he was a person devoid of decorum.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang himself nonchalantly rejoined the army of pen-wielders, becoming one of the countless examinees scribbling away tirelessly.