357: Chapter 357 Legal Genius, Victory Celebration Banquet

Afternoon sunlight filtered through the clean glass windows.

Several golden trapezoids formed inside the classroom, and countless dust motes danced gracefully in the paths of light.

On the blackboard, two lines of white chalked characters were clearly written:

Republic of China Year 95, Dongdu University Law School, Master's Graduate Student Re-examination, Professional Course Written Test.

Exam Time: 13:00-15:00.

Dozens of young men and women had their test papers spread out, burying themselves in work at their desks.

Inside the classroom, it was so quiet that only the rustling sound of pen tips gliding across paper remained.

On the wall clock, the hour hand had just passed the number "1".

The exam had evidently only just begun.

Fang Cheng sat in the second-to-last row by the window in the classroom.

Dressed in a fitting white shirt and black suit trousers, he wore a pair of scholarly gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Coupled with that hairpiece, which was realistic enough to pass for the real thing, it completely concealed the sharp aura about him.

If he did not take off his clothes, no one could connect this seemingly gentle and refined youth with that powerful, explosive physique.

At this moment, Fang Cheng held the test paper in both hands and was not in a hurry to put pen to paper.

Instead, with a calm gaze, he read through it from beginning to end first.

The test paper was divided into three major blocks: Basic Theory, Case Analysis, and Essay Questions.

The stem and requirements of every question were quickly absorbed into his mind, forming a clear outline for solving them.

"Focus, Activate!"

With a silent recitation in his heart, his surroundings seemed to have been pressed with a mute button.

The distant shouting from the basketball court outside the window, the nervous breathing of the neighboring examinee, the light sound of the proctor's leather shoes stepping on the floor.

All the noise was instantly isolated outside.

The world fell into complete silence.

Fang Cheng seemed to have entered an absolute quiet space that belonged solely to him.

The gaze behind the lenses was sharp and focused, and he raised his pen, his wrist moving slightly.

Lines of neat and elegant handwriting appeared on the answer sheet as if they were printed.

His writing speed was extremely fast, yet there was not a trace of sloppiness; every single character had even strength and clear brush strokes.

At the same time, his brain was operating at high speed.

Those legal monographs, core journal articles, and classic judicial precedents stored deep in his memory were no longer isolated knowledge points at this moment.

Instead, they turned into a surging torrent of data, intersecting, colliding, and reorganizing in his consciousness.

Ultimately, they condensed into the most precise and profound words under his pen, rapidly spreading out across the paper surface.

A slightly plump, middle-aged proctor wearing black-framed glasses was walking slowly back and forth in the aisle with his hands behind his back.

He stopped from time to time, glanced at the answer sheet of the examinee next to him, and then walked away expressionlessly.

When he walked to the back of the classroom and glanced at Fang Cheng's seat, his gaze involuntarily paused.

This proctor saw a scene that surprised him exceptionally.

That scholarly-looking boy had actually already turned to the second page of the test paper.

"So fast? Impossible!"

A thought flashed through his mind, and he subconsciously assumed that the other party was filling it out randomly.

After all, the exam had started less than ten minutes ago...

He quietly leaned his body forward, getting a little closer.

His gaze fell on the answer sheet.

However, after just one look, he was completely stunned.

The handwriting on the paper was as neat as a copybook, and the answers to the essay questions were methodical, logically rigorous, and without any traces of alteration.

Especially a highly controversial essay question — "On the Application Dilemma of the Theory of Expectancy Possibility in Our Country's Justifiable Defense and Emergency Avoidance".

The examinee's answer was not student-like clichés.

Instead, it cited extensively, cutting in from multiple perspectives such as jurisprudence and sociology, progressing step by step with profound insight.

Its argumentation was so rigorous and its insights so profound that it hardly looked like an examinee, but rather like a senior scholar who had immersed in this Domain for many years.

"Genius!"

This word popped up instantly in the proctor's mind.

His gaze seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and for a moment he forgot to move it away.

He even subconsciously held his breath, afraid of disturbing the other party's train of thought.

The second hand of the wall clock moved at a uniform speed, making a slight "click" sound.

Time passed silently.

Fang Cheng was still writing furiously, completely immersed in his own world.

The pen tip glided across the paper surface, making a coherent and smooth sound, like a pleasant musical movement.

When the last period was drawn, he finally stopped writing and let out a long breath.

He clasped his hands under the table and stretched his muscles.

With a gentle squeeze, his finger joints made a series of crisp "crack-crack" sounds.

Just at this moment, he noticed the overly heavy breathing behind him.

Fang Cheng turned his head and looked at the proctor who was standing like a wooden stake, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This proctor suddenly snapped back to reality, his old face turning red, and he gave two awkward dry coughs.

Then he hummed a few out-of-tune little tunes and walked away with his hands behind his back, pretending to be calm.

Fang Cheng shrugged, treating it merely as a small interlude.

A line of prompt information quietly emerged before his eyes.

[Focus Experience + 1]

[Focus Lv2 (342/500)]

The questions this time were indeed a bit tricky, and the volume of questions was also quite large.

For ordinary examinees, finishing within the prescribed time would already be considered not bad.

But for Fang Cheng, this level still seemed far too easy.

It was simply like a college student taking an elementary school exam.

The ultra-high mental attribute and skill special effects endowed him with photographic memory and super-strong comprehension, having long integrated massive legal classics.

After activating the "Focus" skill, his pen flew as if guided by a deity, requiring almost no pause for thought.

He raised his eyes to look at the wall clock.

From the start of the exam at 1:00 PM, surprisingly only a little over twenty minutes had passed.

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly.

This was still the result of him deliberately controlling his speed and pursuing neat handwriting.

If he didn't care about the neatness of the paper and ran wild in cursive script, the time could be shortened by at least half.

Of course, submitting the paper this early was truly a bit shocking to the world.

Fang Cheng decided to wait a little longer.

He picked up the pen, continuously spinning it between his fingertips, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Pretending to check the test paper, his thoughts had already drifted outside the window.

The graduate program Fang Cheng applied for at Dongdu University was in Criminal Jurisprudence, which fell under the category of Master of Laws.

This was different from the Master of Legal Studies, which focused on practical application.

The Master of Laws focused more on excavating theoretical depth, cultivating top-tier academic research-oriented talents, and had extremely high requirements for thesis writing ability.

Therefore, the exam content mostly consisted of open-ended essay questions and case analysis, among which there were no lack of sensitive topics questioning the current legal system.

The scoring of such questions would be influenced by the graders' personal academic views and stances, making it relatively subjective.

Wanting to get a full score was unrealistic.

But Fang Cheng was very confident; based on his answering standard just now, taking the number one ranking in total score should be as easy as taking something out of his pocket.

The foreign language oral test and translation in the morning had long been easily secured; he was just waiting for tomorrow's comprehensive interview.

Thinking up to this point, Fang Cheng even began to fantasize about his future life.

After graduating with his master's degree, relying on his excellent grades and a few weighty papers, staying at the school to teach should not be difficult.

By then, during the day he would act as a model educator, teaching students, writing articles, and imparting knowledge and principles in the ivory tower.

At night, he would put on a mask, act as a Daredevil, clear out scumbags in the darkness, and earn some extra cash.

Two completely different lives, thinking about it was quite thrilling.

The proctor's gaze drifted over from the podium from time to time, still looking rather strange.

With Fang Cheng's sharp perception, he could naturally sense it clearly.

He looked at the wall clock again; the hands were almost pointing to two o'clock.

He had been letting his mind wander here for almost half an hour.

"Forget it, let's submit the paper; Mom and the others are still waiting outside..."

Fang Cheng muttered inwardly, then stood up, took the test paper, and walked towards the podium.

His action instantly attracted the attention of all examinees in the room.

One after another, gazes converged over, filled with shock, incomprehension, and even a hint of disdain.

"So fast? He definitely doesn't know how to do it and gave up."

"Putting on a front to court publicity, probably..."

Everyone's inner monologues were quite colorful.

The proctor took the test paper and also gave Fang Cheng a look with complicated eyes.

In the end, he just nodded and didn't say much else.

Fang Cheng didn't care at all about other people's gazes and walked straight out of the classroom.

Today was Sunday, and this side of the teaching building was sparsely populated and exceptionally quiet.

Walking on the tree-lined campus path, it truly felt somewhat like an illusion of returning to his college days.

As soon as Fang Cheng walked out of the school gate, he saw many parents gathering outside waiting for the examinees.

His gaze swept across, and he quickly locked onto a large black SUV parked by the roadside.

That brand-new "Range Rover" looked extremely grand in the sunlight, and several people were standing beside it.

Mom Li Biyun, Uncle Li Dingjian.

And Zhou Xiumei, holding hands with a little girl wearing a blue school uniform skirt, who was Wen Xin.

A man with a sturdy physique like a bear was hiding behind the rear of the car smoking, who was Ma Donghe.

How did this guy find out the news about his exam, and actually run over to join in the excitement?

"Brother! Brother! We are over here!"

Wen Xin had sharp eyes and was the first to discover him. She immediately let out Zhou Xiumei's hand, waved her arms vigorously, and shouted cheerfully.

Zhou Xiumei's face immediately blossomed into a smile, her bright eyes seeming filled with light, as she just quietly watched him walk over.

Seeing Fang Cheng come out, Li Biyun and Li Dingjian also greeted him with smiles all over their faces.

Hearing the shout, Ma Donghe immediately threw the cigarette that was only half-smoked onto the ground and crushed it fiercely with the toe of his shoe.

Fang Cheng smiled and strode over.

But in his heart, he felt somewhat helpless.

So many people, such a big setup, making it even more grandiose than when he took the college entrance exam back then.

"Chengcheng, so fast? How did you do on the exam? Were the questions difficult?"

Li Biyun stepped forward, holding her son's hand, and asked with full concern.

"Not bad, quite smooth. All the questions had been done before, and I finished answering in just one hour."

Fang Cheng answered relaxedly.

"I told you so, with my nephew making a move, what problems could there be."

Li Dingjian had an expression of shared honor, waved his big hand, and said heroically:

"Let's go, Uncle is treating tonight, let's go to Dongdu's best Wangjiang Tower to celebrate for our future big professor in advance!"

"Uncle, the interview hasn't even been taken yet."

Fang Cheng was somewhat amused and exasperated.

"What does that matter!"

Li Dingjian insisted.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiumei quickly waved her hand and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Uncle Li, I won't go, right? I just came over to see Fang Cheng..."

"That won't do."

Li Dingjian immediately interrupted her. Looking at the pretty-looking Zhou Xiumei and then glancing at Fang Cheng, his face was full of enthusiastic smiles:

"It's rare for everyone to be gathered today, so let's treat it as a family dinner; everyone must go!"

Hearing the four words "family dinner", Zhou Xiumei's cheeks instantly flushed with a layer of crimson.

She lowered her head and made no more sound, which was considered default agreement.

Without waiting for Fang Cheng to decline, Ma Donghe had already grabbed the car keys and said carelessly:

"That's great! Tonight I'll be the driver, you guys all drink to your heart's content. Fang Cheng, this new car of yours is really cool, let me have some fun Driving it!"

After saying that, he pulled open the driver's side door on his own accord.

Fang Cheng could only helplessly let them be.

The group got into the car, and the spacious six-seat space was more than enough for six people to sit.

Wen Xin was riding in such a luxury car for the first time and was extremely excited.

Her small hands touched here and looked there on the soft leather seats, her eyes full of curiosity.

Fang Cheng's gaze fell on her and he asked:

"Wen Xin, isn't today Sunday? Why didn't you go to your tutoring class?"

Because this girl had dropped out of school for too long and fallen behind on too many lessons, Fang Cheng had specially signed her up for a tutoring class.

Wen Xin's face immediately collapsed, her eyes dodging slightly, and her little mouth muttered:

"I... I asked for leave from the teacher."

"Asked for leave?"

Fang Cheng frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiumei nearby quickly explained:

"I helped her ask for leave. Wen Xin heard you were having an exam today and insisted on coming over to cheer you on; there was no stopping her."

"Exactly, Fang Cheng, don't scold Xinxin."

Ma Donghe, holding the steering wheel with both hands, also leaned his head over to smooth things over:

"When I went to Jiuchang Street to look for you this noon, I ran into Sister Huiyi and heard her talk about your exam. Xinxin was right next to her, and that little look of hers was so pitiful; she was really worried about you."

"Besides, Xinxin usually studies very hard; even Sister Huiyi has praised her several times."

Hearing Ma Donghe affectionately call Wen Xin's mother "Sister Huiyi", Fang Cheng glanced at this guy and didn't say much else.

Seeing Fang Cheng's expression soften, Wen Xin immediately seized the opportunity, stretched out her small hand to tug at his clothes, and promised with a serious face:

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely rank in the top ten of the class in the final exam."

Fang Cheng looked at her sparkling eyes, his heart softened, and he also extended his finger to make a pinky swear with her:

"Alright, it's a deal. If you really rank in the top ten, I'll take you to the beach to play during the summer vacation."

"Yay, that's great!"

Wen Xin immediately cheered, clinging to Fang Cheng's side again, chattering endlessly.

Ma Donghe sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and then shouted:

"Sit tight everyone, to Wangjiang Tower, let's go!"

Inside the luxury private room of Wangjiang Tower, the atmosphere was warm and lively.

Halfway through the meal, Li Dingjian was already slightly drunk, pulling Ma Donghe to brag about his glorious deeds when he was young.

Ma Donghe was not inferior either, similarly bragging about the great reputation he had made in the Jianghu back then, as well as his current determination to wash his hands in a golden basin and prepare for the civil service exam to land ashore.

Hearing this, Li Dingjian raised his thumb and showered him with praises, saying things like a prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold, and once you get the iron rice bowl, you must cherish it well.

Zhou Xiumei, together with Wen Xin, accompanied Li Biyun to chat in low voices, occasionally picking food for Li Biyun, looking well-behaved and sensible.

Fang Cheng found an opportunity, stood up, and came to the balcony to get some fresh air.

Before long, Ma Donghe also followed him out.

He handed Fang Cheng a cigarette, lit one for himself, and took a deep drag.

The two leaned against the railing, looking at the bustling city night view outside the window, and the cruise ships passing with whistles on the Qingpu River.

Tall buildings stood row upon row on both banks, and the neon lights were dazzling, converging into a noisy sea of light.

"Being in closed-door bitter cultivation for over a month, it really almost suffocated me to death."

Ma Donghe exhaled a ring of smoke and sighed: "With the exams finishing these past two days, I can finally catch a breath."

"Are there still people tailing you recently?"

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly, and he asked casually.

"Come to think of it, it's strange; that group of people inexplicably disappeared about half a month ago."

Ma Donghe frowned, somewhat puzzled:

"Perhaps it's because they knew I was going to participate in the Special Investigation Team's selection and didn't dare provoke me anymore."

His tone changed, he glanced at the people in the private room, and then lowered his voice:

"Fang Cheng, you have no idea, the selection exam for the Special Investigation Team is simply not something a human can go through; those instructors are all psychopaths and sadists!"