12: Chapter 12 Joint Examination Sleeping? The hand has its own ideas.

Principal Pang lowered his voice, his tone bordering on pleading, "As long as you participate, and… even if you just exert one percent… no, half a percent of your strength to help our school get a good ranking, then in the future, you can sleep however you want at school. I'll personally grant you permission to skip classes and not submit homework. If anyone dares to discipline you, I'll fire them!"

Jiang You's footsteps halted.

Skip classes?

Sleep however he wanted?

This condition was practically tailor-made for him.

Although living at Zijin Villa was comfortable, Teacher Gu Yan would sometimes nag him to go to school to experience the exam preparation atmosphere.

Since the other party had provided him with such a comfortable room with a large bed, Jiang You naturally had to give him some face, otherwise, he would really be reduced to sleeping under a bridge.

"Fine."

Jiang You nodded reluctantly, "Deal. But I'll say this upfront: I tend to get sleepy during exams. If I fall asleep and hand in a blank paper, don't blame me."

Principal Pang was overjoyed, "That's fine! As long as you show up, that's enough! Even if you snore in the exam hall, you're still our school's anchor!"

...

Nine o'clock the next morning.

The provincial mock joint exam, written test site.

The atmosphere was grim and silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Hundreds of candidates sat upright, scratching their heads in frustration at the dense "Comprehensive Martial Arts Theory" exam paper in front of them.

The invigilator was an old professor sent down from the province, famous for being impartial and strict, nicknamed "Ghost Dread."

He pushed up his glasses, his hawklike gaze sweeping across the exam hall. No small cheating movements could escape his eyes.

However, in the very corner of the exam hall, the scene took a sudden turn.

Jiang You was sprawled on the desk, his head covered by his school uniform, sleeping with such serenity.

The exam paper was tucked under his arm, and a corner of it was already soaked with drool.

Ghost Dread frowned, walked over to Jiang You's desk, and tapped it with his knuckles, "This student, although you may have already given up on yourself, please do not snore in the exam hall and affect other students answering the questions."

Jiang You mumbled groggily, turned over, and faced the other way to continue sleeping.

He couldn't be woken up at all.

Ghost Dread snorted coldly and shook his head.

Mud can't be plastered onto a wall.

This kind of student was just cannon fodder here to make up the numbers.

He stopped paying attention to Jiang You and turned to continue patrolling.

Just as Ghost Dread turned around, the Internal Chat Group inside Jiang You, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly came online.

[Internal Chat Group]

[Brain (Deduction Mode Initiated)]:

"Detected that the surrounding environment is full of anxiety."

"Host has entered deep sleep."

"Retinal afterimage reading complete... Is this an exam paper?"

"Scanning questions..."

"Question 1: Discuss the weaknesses and killing methods for a Tier 2 Iron-Hide Pig?"

"Question 2: Analyze the exertion technique for the third form of 'Basic Body Tempering Method'?"

"..."

"Heh, complete trash."

"These low-IQ questions are practically an insult to my computing power. If I don't do something, I feel like my IQ is being dragged down."

[Right Hand (Impatient)]:

"Brother Brain! Stop analyzing! Quickly give the order!"

"My fingers are already itching! I didn't hit anyone last night; I must write something today to vent!"

"As long as it can move, whether it's hitting people or writing, I want to be fast!"

[Brain]:

"Request granted."

"Taking over the right arm nerves."

"Initiating multi-threaded problem-solving mode."

"No need to think, directly accessing my database to provide crushing answers."

"Note: The host is sleeping. Keep hand movements steady; do not wake him up."

In reality,

Ghost Dread had just taken two steps when he suddenly heard a strange sound from behind.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—

The sound was extremely dense, like hundreds of silkworms munching on mulberry leaves simultaneously, or like a high-speed printer frantically spraying ink.

He turned his head abruptly.

Then, he saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

He saw that the candidate who was originally sleeping was still sprawled on the desk, his head pillowed on his left arm, sleeping soundly, even drooling.

But!

His right hand!

That right hand seemed to have a life of its own, holding a black pen and dancing wildly on the exam paper!

Fast!

Too fast!

It was so fast that the naked eye could only see a blur!

The pen tip rubbed against the paper, even sparking tiny embers!

Ghost Dread was so shocked his glasses almost fell off.

He walked quickly behind Jiang You and looked closely.

The blank spaces on the exam paper were being filled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The handwriting was neat, powerful enough to pierce through the paper, and even carried the aesthetic beauty of cursive calligraphy.

The most terrifying part was the content.

Question: Discuss the weaknesses of the Iron-Hide Pig.

The standard answer is usually: white spot on the abdomen, eyeballs.

But this hand wrote: "According to anatomical structure, there is a nerve node below the third rib of the Iron-Hide Pig; piercing it with hidden force can cause instant paralysis. Also, three inches behind its ear is the main artery; cutting here results in the greatest blood loss, and the meat texture is optimal..."

Ghost Dread's pupils shook.

This... what kind of problem-solving logic was this?

This wasn't an exam answer; this was clearly a butcher's dissection guide!

And the theoretical depth far exceeded the textbook!

Next question: Discuss improvements to the 'Basic Body Tempering Method'.

Handwritten answer:

"Trash technique."

"Low efficiency, hurts the knees."

"Recommend modifying the fourth meridian circulation route, reversing for three cycles, combined with breathing frequency..."

Ghost Dread watched, cold sweat streaming down.

He was a martial arts theory expert himself, and after just a few glances, he realized that the improvement plan written by this candidate was actually more ingenious than the latest textbook issued by the province!

This child... was sleeping?

Ghost Dread tremblingly reached out and waved his hand in front of Jiang You.

No reaction.

Jiang You's breathing was steady, and he even smacked his lips, muttering in his sleep: "Boss... grilled kidneys... extra spicy..."

Ghost Dread took a deep breath, his heart churning with stormy waves.

Answering questions in a dream?

Subconscious problem-solving?

Was this the legendary flow state?

How was this a poor student? This was clearly a peerless prodigy who had carved martial arts theory into his bones and melted it into his blood!

Because he was so skilled, he didn't need a conscious Brain to think; his body's instinct could provide the most perfect answers!

A genius!

Jiangcheng No. 1 High School actually hid such a peerless genius!

[Internal Chat Group]

[Right Hand]:

"Awesome! Too awesome!"

"This damping feeling of the pen tip sliding across the paper, this flowing sense of venting!"

"Faster! Faster! I can go faster!"

[Brain]:

"Warning. Pen tip temperature is too high. Paper is about to reach the ignition point."

"Slow down."

"Never mind, the exam paper is full."

"Last essay question: On the Spirit of a Martial Artist."

"Right Hand, write a couple of lines, keep it classy."

In reality,

Jiang You's right hand stopped abruptly, and then in the remaining blank space at the end of the exam paper, it wrote a line of large, sweeping characters: "Nothing else, just practice makes perfect."

"Just sleeping, don't make noise."

After writing the last punctuation mark.

Pop!

That poor pen finally couldn't withstand the high-intensity friction and exploded, ink splattering everywhere.

But Jiang You's right hand turned with extreme dexterity, using a corner of the exam paper to block the splattering ink, not letting a single drop stain his hand.

Then, his hand relaxed.

The pen fell to the floor.

The right hand slowly retracted, tucked back under Jiang You's head, adjusting to a more comfortable position.

During the whole process, Jiang You didn't even open his eyes.

Ring, ring, ring—

The bell for the end of the exam rang.

Jiang You was startled awake by the bell, sat up abruptly, and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"It's over!"

He looked at the exam paper in front of him, now messy with ink, and his heart sank.

It seemed he had been dreaming about chopping vegetables, and he had been so into it that his hand kept moving.

Now he was in trouble, he had overslept, and he must have handed in a blank paper.

Jiang You looked in despair at Ghost Dread, who was standing by his desk with a complicated expression.

"Um... Teacher."

Jiang You scratched his head awkwardly, trying to explain: "If I say that I was thinking about life in my dream just now and accidentally exploded my pen... can this exam paper still be graded?"

"This ink is all black; I guess the teacher can't even see my name clearly."

Ghost Dread looked at Jiang You's appearance, which he interpreted as a return to simplicity, and his eyes actually became a bit moist.

He picked up the exam paper, which was a bit dirty but filled with pearls of wisdom, as if holding a rare treasure.

"Graded?"

Ghost Dread's voice trembled, "If this isn't given a full score, then no one deserves to pass this test!"

"Student, you don't need to explain."

"I understand."

"Who is the first to awaken from the great dream? In my life, I know it myself."

"Your spirit of remaining connected to martial arts even in your sleep, writing tirelessly, is truly moving!"

Jiang You: ???

Huh?

Is this old man senile?

I clearly just took a nap and drooled a little, how is that moving?