Whether out of camaraderie or examination duties, after pondering for a moment, Senior Brother Good Fortune still stepped down from the podium and walked to Nan Zhubin's desk.
"Student?" Senior Brother Good Fortune pretended not to know him, planning to show some concern for Nan Zhubin.
Nan Zhubin, in a [Flow State], was fully absorbed, writing furiously.
He didn't even lift his head.
Senior Brother Good Fortune: "...?"
This state is even more worrying, isn't it?
"Student." Senior Brother Good Fortune lowered his body, using a voice that wouldn't disturb other exam takers, lightly tapped his knuckles on Nan Zhubin's desk.
This finally brought Nan Zhubin's attention back.
"Student, are you feeling unwell?"
Nan Zhubin quickly understood the meaning behind Senior Brother Good Fortune's words and shook his head: "Sorry, teacher, I suddenly felt a bit drowsy..."
He also pretended not to know the other party, choosing his words carefully.
