13: Chapter 13: What's so great about being fast on a straight road! Being fast on a curve is what truly matters!

At this moment, in the hallway outside the exam room.

Zhao Tai was there with a few lackeys, waiting to see the joke of Jiang You handing in a blank paper.

"Why hasn't he come out yet? He must be crying because he didn't finish, right?"

Zhao Tai sneered, "A loser who didn't even move his pen—he's definitely going to be dead last in the entire province for this joint exam!"

Just then, the classroom door opened.

Professor Guijianchou was personally carrying the stationery bag for Jiang You, escorting him out with a kindly expression, muttering, "Walk slowly, don't trip. You exerted your brain too much just now; you must make sure to rest."

The smile on Zhao Tai's face froze instantly.

That was the infamously strict "Professor Guijianchou"!

He was actually carrying stationery for Jiang You? And telling him to rest?

Has the world gone mad?

The air in the hallway seemed to congeal.

Zhao Tai sat in a wheelchair with one leg in a cast, one arm in a sling around his neck, and thick gauze wrapped around his head, looking exactly like a freshly unearthed mummy.

But he still stubbornly blocked the entrance to the exam room, pointing at Jiang You with his one good hand, and yelled in exasperation, "Professor! Have you been fooled by him? This kid is a known sleepyhead at school; he must have been sleeping during the exam! It's impossible for him to have finished the paper!"

"Look at his just-woken-up appearance—he still has drool hanging from the corner of his mouth! This is an insult to the sacred exam!"

Professor Guijianchou's originally kindly face instantly turned cold. He adjusted his glasses and swept a sharp gaze over Zhao Tai, "Which school are you from? Making a scene outside the exam room—is this what your upbringing is like?"

"Student Jiang You was engaged in deep subconscious thinking! How could a vulgar person like you possibly understand that realm?"

Zhao Tai was rendered speechless, his face turning the color of pig liver.

Subconscious thinking? What the hell kind of subconscious thinking! That was just sleeping, okay!

Has this old professor studied himself stupid?

Just then, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

"Look! Lin Ya is coming out!"

A girl wearing a white school uniform with a high ponytail walked out.

Her Skin was fair, her eyes cool and detached, and she held the stationery she had just handed in, surrounded by a circle of classmates showering her with excessive praise.

Lin Ya enjoyed the adoration of the crowd with a calm expression. She was very satisfied with her performance today; if there were no corrections needed, she even had a chance at a perfect score.

Seeing Lin Ya, Zhao Tai looked as if he had seen a savior and quickly maneuvered his wheelchair over, his face aggrieved, "Lin Ya! You've come just in time! Tell the professor quickly, this Jiang You is just an ignorant loser, he..."

"Shut up."

Lin Ya frowned slightly, not even sparing Zhao Tai a glance, and even moved a step to the side, seemingly disgusted by the strong smell of medicine on him.

"Zhao Tai, this is an exam venue, not a place for you to throw a tantrum. You look embarrassing shouting like this."

The expression on Zhao Tai's face froze, as if he had swallowed a fly. But he dared not get angry at his goddess, so he could only cast his resentful gaze back toward Jiang You.

Lin Ya turned her head to look at Jiang You, who was being "escorted" out by the professor. Looking at her ex-boyfriend, who still looked half-asleep with messy hair, a flash of complex emotions crossed her eyes. There was disappointment, pity, and more than anything, a sense of superiority.

"Jiang You." Lin Ya spoke, her tone cold and detached, carrying a preachy nuance of someone frustrated by another's lack of potential.

"I know that being broken up with and expelled has been a huge blow to you. You want to use this unconventional way to get attention, or perhaps you want to prove that you don't care."

"But this is the provincial mock joint exam, a serious battlefield. Whether you hand in a blank paper or sleep, that is your own choice. But please do not use this kind of attention-seeking behavior to disturb others."

Jiang You yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes. His stomach was growling with hunger, and he hadn't heard a word of what Lin Ya was saying.

"Huh? What did you say? Is the exam over? Can I go to the cafeteria now? I heard they have braised lion's head meatballs made from Tier 1 Wind Wolf meat today; if I go late, they'll be gone."

Lin Ya was choked for words. She had originally expected Jiang You to be ashamed, to retort, or even to be angry. But his mind was actually filled with... lion's head meatballs? This indifference was more infuriating than a rebuttal.

Lin Ya took a deep breath and said coldly, "Jiang You, reality is not a dream. Without ability, you don't even have the qualifications to eat those lion's head meatballs. Behave yourself." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Jiang You with only her arrogant back.

Jiang You shrugged. It didn't matter; eating a full meal was the only thing that mattered. He took a step, preparing to go to the cafeteria.

"Stop!" Seeing Lin Ya leave, the anger in Zhao Tai's heart could no longer be suppressed. Although he didn't dare to make a move, that didn't stop him from using his wheelchair to block Jiang You's path to annoy him.

Zhao Tai parked his electric wheelchair across the middle of the hallway, firmly blocking Jiang You, and sneered, "Jiang You, don't think that just because you have the professor protecting you, you can do whatever you want. In the practical assessment this afternoon, there won't be any teachers to help you!"

Jiang You frowned. This was really annoying. Why was it so hard to just eat a meal? Was this guy the reincarnation of a fly?

"Um... excuse me, move aside. A good dog doesn't block the path." Jiang You sighed, attempting to squeeze through the gap between the wheelchair and the wall.

Just as Jiang You's body sidled past Zhao Tai's wheelchair, [Internal Chat Group] [Skin (Stress Response Initiated)]: "Detected that the bandage freak next to us is radiating intense malice." "Although he is weak, I am very disgusted. I don't want to have any contact with him." "Left hip muscle group, instant hardening, get lost!"

In reality, Jiang You appeared to be just casually turning sideways to squeeze past. However, when his hip bone accidentally grazed the armrest of Zhao Tai's wheelchair, "Bang!"

An extremely strange, short, yet powerful burst of force surged out from Jiang You's hip. This impact not only knocked Zhao Tai's hand away, but the clever force also, as if by some strange twist of fate, shoved the electric wheelchair's control stick to the maximum setting!

"Screech!!!" The previously stationary electric wheelchair's motor suddenly emitted a shrill whine similar to a sports car taking off. Before the sneer on Zhao Tai's face could fade, he felt a terrifying surge of force pushing him back.

"Holy crap!" The next second, in the shocked gaze of everyone present, that high-end electric wheelchair with the "Zhao Group" logo, as if injected with the soul of an F1 race car, took off with unprecedented acceleration, grazing Jiang You's butt, and catapulted forward!

"Whoosh!" Zhao Tai, along with his chair, turned into a blur, speeding down the straight hallway. Because the speed was so fast, one end of the bandages wrapped around Zhao Tai came loose, flapping in the wind like a white streamer, or perhaps Superman's cape.

"Ahhhh! The brakes! Where are the brakes!!" Zhao Tai's shrill screams grew more distant in the hallway.

At this moment, at the corner at the end of the hallway, a few students who had just finished the exam and were unaware of what had happened were chatting with water cups in their hands. Suddenly hearing a commotion, they turned around, and were immediately stunned.

They saw a "mummy" wrapped in bandages from head to toe, driving a violent wheelchair, rushing toward them with a desperate posture, the speed so fast that one could even see the wheels smoking.

Passerby A exclaimed: "Holy crap! What is that!" Passerby B adjusted his glasses, looking shocked: "This... could this be the legendary wheelchair racing competition? Are disabled people these days this competitive?"

Passerby C looked full of envy: "Such fast speed! Look at that cornering posture! He's going to drift! He's going to use the gutter-run cornering technique!"

"Quick, get out of the way! He's not slowing down! He really wants to win!"

Amidst the exclamations and dodging of the crowd, Zhao Tai couldn't control the direction at all. "Help! Who the hell is playing wheelchair racing! I'm being forced into this!"

"Bang!!!" With a loud crash, Zhao Tai's wheelchair-speeding career came to an end on the recycling bins at the end of the hallway. The wheelchair used its front wheels as a fulcrum, performing a perfect front flip, accurately depositing Zhao Tai into the red trash can marked "Hazardous Waste." Only two wheels, still spinning in the air, remained visible, emitting a "buzzing" electrical sound.