Savior of the Literary World

“Now, the examination rules will be read aloud!”

“Candidates must strictly adhere to examination discipline. No smoking, no loud talking, no whispering or glancing around…”

The clear, precise voice of a female announcer echoed through the classroom. Zhang Chu, still drowsy, shook his head. How long had it been since he’d last heard such a voice? It felt oddly familiar.

“As you think by day, so you dream by night. Isn’t it just because my nephew is about to take his college entrance exams? Why would I dream something so strange, too?” Zhang Chu murmured to himself, wanting to turn over and continue sleeping. But astonishingly, that voice just wouldn’t stop!

“You there, the exam is about to start. Get up quickly.”

With the sharp click of high heels against the floor, a middle-aged female teacher, her invigilator’s badge swinging from her neck, strode over and knocked hard on Zhang Chu’s desk.

“Don’t bother me, I’m sleeping!” Zhang Chu muttered, his head buried in his arms. Who was so tactless as to disturb him while he napped?

At that moment, another person came over, rapped forcefully on the desk, and barked, “The papers are about to be handed out. Get up at once. If you don’t want to take the exam, don’t disrupt the other students!”

Only then did Zhang Chu groggily lift his head, rubbing his eyes with impatience. “Who the heck are you?”

To his surprise, there were actually other people in the classroom. Hearing this, several couldn’t help but snicker.

“What are you laughing at? Don’t you know exam discipline? Li