"Question sets—hundred credits." A seller with shiny new clothes held a banner advertising his shop.
"For guaranteed admissions, visit us." Another shouted.
"Really?"
One student chimed in.
"What's the price?"
"Are you from the staff?" A petite girl asked.
"Wait, I have seen him before. Wasn't he at the admissions there? Ah, what was the name aga—"
"Buy your future for only two hundred credits." An ambitious seller proudly shouted with a smirk on his not-so-good face.
"Oyy, you heard that."
A crowd began forming around the shop.
"Nah, that's a scam."
One student barked.
"Then why are you going there?"
"..."
"Can you do it for one eighty credits?"
"Hey, answer me! You said it was a scam."
"Let me take the fall, you just focus on the test, my friend."
"Huh. Okay, thanks, I guess."
"One hundred ninety, last price. No negotiation!"
"One eighty-five."
"..."
The seller didn't budge.
"Tsk, take one eighty-nine."
"Sure. Here, take the questions."
