The night descends over West State City, and the lights are just beginning to twinkle.
In the teahouse's private room, the lighting is soft.
Bai Mo sits quietly, takes a sip of tea, and clicks his tongue.
This tea isn't cheap, just a small pot costs more than two hundred bucks. But the taste isn't great. Random grass from the roadside on Fox Mountain tastes sweeter than this.
At the long table beside him, Teacher Chen and more than ten students are eagerly going over the answers Bai Mo just wrote, anxiously comparing them.
"Did I get this wrong too?"
"Ah, the questions this year are tough."
"Bai Mo provided three solutions. The second one is the most standard. Did any of you write it down?"
Zhang Shan, sitting next to Bai Mo, couldn't care less about the answers and scores. He is busy looking at the teahouse menu.
"Look, their swan pastries look so delicate and tasty. They're ninety-eight bucks each; I wonder what they taste like. Should we get one to try?"
