Feng Xian's left hand was slanted, his face was stuck to his left arm, he was lying on the desk, holding a pen in his right hand, but he couldn't write a single word.

Papers... a lot of papers.

Feng Xian has never seen such a formation before.

Maybe it was influenced by the original body, Feng Xian felt that the geography, history, and politics that he was about to take the exam were simply a bible for him.It may not be appropriate to use the heavenly book to evaluate it. After all, he can understand the heavenly book, so he changed the word and defined the three schools as foreign languages.

"It's so difficult..." The deskmate was crazy, and the students in the class were also crazy.

For science students, geography is not bad, but history and politics are simply nightmares. After finally writing down the answers, they are full of confidence. As a result, the teacher corrects them and gets a part for the very big questions, and the points are still for hard work. People don't freak out.

This class is a paper writing class, and the students will inevitably make some rustling noises if they can't figure out the answer.

"Quiet." The teacher sat on the podium and patted the table.

This slap slapped away all the drowsy bugs in Feng Xian, and he braced himself to face these foreign texts again.

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