My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 195: Exam Over

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Exam Over

Xie Cheng was speechless, not knowing how to respond to that remark for a good while.

He never knew that Bo Yan, the great film star, was the type who indulged in melancholic fantasies about autumn. Such a style was absolutely new to him.

He coughed once, "Bo Yan, the great film star, take it easy in the future. I think dating Yuran is a high-risk activity. If you dare to do something that displeases her and she curses you a couple of times, you might actually end up missing an arm or a leg."

"I actually wish I could miss an arm or a leg, but I haven’t had the chance yet," Bo Yan replied.

Xie Cheng: "... You... You must be a masochist!"

"Scram..."

After hanging up on Xie Cheng, Bo Yan sat down beside Yuran and couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw the last post on her phone, urging fans not to be superstitious.

Yuran, bewildered, lifted her head, "Brother Qi, that investor’s leg, did it really break?"

"Yes, it really did break, there’s photo proof."

Yuran: "..."

That’s not right, could her words truly be imbued with such power? That’s unscientific!

Bo Yan, holding his phone, fixed his gaze on her face, observing the interesting changes in her expressions and chuckled, "His leg broke, what does that have to do with you?"

Yuran, "Well, I’m just pondering whether my spoken words really hold that much power. It’s so unscientific, I’m almost starting to believe in my own powers."

Bo Yan: "..."

There really wasn’t much to say on this topic. It was just a lackey after all. Bo Yan changed the subject and told her about the commencement date of "Glory and You, Equally Indestructible," which seamlessly aligned with the end of her exams.

She would join the team almost immediately after finishing her exams.

Naturally, Yuran had no objections. For the next few days, Yuran was engrossed in the torturous examinations at Diwai. The exams at Diwai were particularly harsh, lacking the usual system of multiple re-examinations: fail once, and you get one more chance; fail again, and you repeat the year.

After three continuous days of exams, the fourth day was crazily about testing reading and speaking abilities, and it was the Arabic language professor from the department who set the papers. It was said that he once served as an ambassador abroad in his early years and could communicate flawlessly in eight languages—he was the one setting the questions.

The classmates were filled with dread, struggling bitterly.

When a classmate asked Yuran, "Aren’t you worried about the professor’s insane question-setting Mode?" She had heard that this professor catered tests to the most obscure topics.

Imagine the scope of exam questions being akin to a world map, then the whole globe was under the professor’s control.

Most people thought that countries like M and Y, renowned for their brilliance, would be included in the questions, but the professor might just choose the Vatican, picking a topic so left-field that it refreshed your brain and left it blank.

Making it so difficult that you’d question your life, doubting whether you’d ever studied seriously.

This truly was, a terrifying metaphor.

Yuran thought for a moment, "Not worried! I heard that the scholarships from Diwai, along with personal sponsorships from within the school, add up to nearly twenty thousand; that’s a lot of shiny silver, aren’t you tempted?"

The crowd, in misery: "... Mhm, impressive. You truly are the most unorthodox and unconventional person in our class."

Yuran: "... I feel a deep disdain coming from our classmates."

Classmate, "That’s absolutely ungrounded accusations. It’s really because the professor is too terrifying, and you are no less."

Yuran, "That rhymed quite well."

Classmate: "..."

On the verge of tears.

On the fourth day, after the exam, the faces of the students were ashen, completely dispirited. The rumors, undoubtedly based on solid reasoning, were proved true: if the professor’s madness had to be graded, he was certainly at the SSSS level.

You might think he would test on vast topics like the stars and the sea, but he ended up focusing on ’A Bundle of Seaweed,’ something minuscule, even completely unrelated that you wouldn’t spot on a map.