Zhao Jing's desk was in good condition, but there were unswept cobwebs above his head.
Moreover, now that the sky was bright, a decent-sized hole was clearly visible in the roof of his examination stall.
It was certain to be a sunny day, so it might have seemed unnecessary to patch a hole if it wasn't going to rain, but that wasn't the case.
Zhao Jing gauged where the sunlight would shine down, then took an oilcloth, a hammer, and a few small wooden sticks from his exam basket and tilted his head back to patch the roof.
Around Noon, the sunlight would stream through the hole and fall directly on him.
Noon was already a time when people felt drowsy. With the warm sun falling on him, who would have the energy to focus on the exam paper? They'd likely be lulled straight to sleep by Zhou Gong.
Zhao Jing's actions quickly attracted the attention of his neighbors in the adjacent stalls. Everyone peeked their heads out to see what on earth he was doing.
