The two proctors walked in on the snow in silence, carrying the exam papers. After a brief check, it was almost time to start the exam, and they distributed the papers one by one. By the time the last examinee received theirs, the timing was perfect.
The exam papers were mimeographed, and the paper quality was very rough.
The smell of the ink was quite pungent, but everyone present found it incredibly fragrant.
After receiving the admission ticket, which cost fifty cents to register, Xibao picked up the pen the old leader gave him before he passed, and carefully wrote down his name and address, then held the sides of the paper, reading from start to finish.
