[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

122: Little Majesty 13

Zong Yan didn't notice the shocked gaze of the teacher behind him. After he handed in his test paper, he capped his pen, picked up the transparent document pouch, and walked out of the exam room.

The examinees from Qingyang High School had been distributed fairly evenly among area schools for the exam, and for each school, a senior teacher from Qingyang High School was assigned to lead the team. The teacher who led Zong Yan's group was the head of the senior year math team.

Zong Yan had always been at the top of his school for math. He'd scored best in his grade on the mock exams several times, coming in first in the district. So when the math test ended, the head of the math team immediately walked over with several sheets of paper and the answers he'd calculated.

When the test questions of the college entrance exam were released, they became a hot search on Weibo almost immediately.

The math team leader of Qingyang High School squatted outside the school building under the shade of a big tree. He and several master teachers from other schools debated fiercely beside the flower beds while looking at their phones, brainstorming with pens in their hands. It didn't take long before they solved most of the exam questions.

Zong Yan, of course, had no idea who the lead teacher was, but when he walked out of the school building with the other students he caught everyone's eye.

Generally, teachers advised their students not to wear school uniforms during the college entrance exam, especially students from top schools like Qingyang High School. After all, the proctors and other students in the exam room were all unfamiliar people. Who knew what thoughts would run through their minds when they saw the uniform of Qingyang High School.

So Zong Yan, who basically wore his school uniform 365 days a year, changed into something else for once.

Several thoughts were running through his mind.

The clothes he was wearing didn't look like anything from the wardrobe the Dragon Group bought for him, and they didn't seem to be from the batch of luxury brands the Lord of the Gate added to his bedroom closet with a wave of his hand. This was an outfit that belonged to Zong Yan himself, a T-shirt and trousers that had been washed white.

When Zong Yan was a freshman in high school, he'd chosen these clothes at a night stall together with his grandmother. They specially picked a larger size to make sure he could still wear them when he grew taller.

Over the years, whenever he wasn't wearing his school uniform, Zong Yan preferred to wear these clothes. Not just because he didn't have anything else, but because they were among the few things left from his grandmother.

By now Zong Yan understood the Astrologer's world wasn't his own. The best evidence was the Jiangsu exam he'd just taken.

But when he saw himself in this outfit, he hesitated. He knew this was a different world, and he couldn't help thinking—

Was there a Miskatonic University in this world?

Were there evil gods? Or otherworldly creatures? Was there a Dragon Group? Or were they nothing but splendid, fantastic stories here?

Had a mysterious organization ever barged into his classroom and taken him aboard a helicopter in front of every student and teacher in the school? Was there an ancient Realm of Dreams filled with medieval architecture? Was there a young prince of England, a silly little fat man, a Ye JingMing who'd turned from an enemy to a friend?

And... him.

Zong Yan clutched the key that was wrapped around his wrist. With his other hand he pulled out his cell phone.