Songs of fragrant incense are played in the headphones.
I stepped out of the bookstore with a light smile on my face.
Then the next moment ... my eyes became cold.
Like a bloodthirsty demon inhabiting an ice-colored flame, cold and scorching.
Because of this, should I fight more?
The ballpoint pen in my hand is a knife that guards my own principles and my dreams when writing.
That ball pen was also a knife during the exam.
I licked the corner of my mouth abnormally.
It is a knife that cuts through the pale paper for dreams and kills a blood path with blue ink.
The game of war begins.
It will be a very interesting chess game. Isn't this always the case with things like exams?
I listened to the song and walked smoothly in the crowded square with my deft feet.
Choose the question, calculate the score, then pick up your knife and use the knowledge you know on the test paper to severely kill the other party.
It was a very happy killing. Kill the questions in front of you.
Inserting the key on my hand into the keyhole, I opened the door.
Although if the consequences of losing in this game are not playing, but the game has not officially started, I may not lose.
A cold smile appeared on my face, and I took the computer textbook out of the bookshelf.
I care if you are a VA or a computer. If you dare to stand in front of me, I will kill you!