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Chapter 357 Legal Genius, Victory Celebration Banquet
The afternoon sun shines through the clear glass window.

Several golden trapezoids formed inside the classroom, and countless dust particles danced in the light path.

On the blackboard, two lines of white chalk writing were clearly visible:

In 2006, at the Law School of Dongdu University, I took the entrance examination for a master's degree, which included a written test on my major.

Exam time: 13:00-15:00.

Dozens of young men and women are spreading out their exam papers and burying themselves in their work at the desks.

The classroom was so quiet that only the scratching sound of pens slicing across paper could be heard.

The clock on the wall has just passed the number "1".

The exams have clearly only just begun.

Fang Cheng sat in the second-to-last row of the classroom, by the window.

He wore a well-fitting white shirt and black suit trousers, with a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Coupled with that incredibly realistic-looking head of hair, it completely concealed his sharp aura.

If he didn't take off his clothes, no one would be able to associate this seemingly gentle and refined young man with that powerful and explosive physique.

At this moment, Fang Cheng held the test paper in both hands, but did not rush to write.

Instead, he calmly read through the entire book from beginning to end.

The exam paper is divided into three main sections: basic theory, case analysis, and essay questions.

He quickly absorbed the question stem and requirements of each problem into his mind, forming a clear outline for solving the problem.

"Focus, activate!"

With a silent thought, it was as if the surroundings had been muted.

The shouts from the basketball court outside the window, the tense breathing of the examinee next to me, and the soft sound of the proctor's leather shoes on the floor.

All noise was instantly shut out.

The world fell into silence.

Fang Cheng felt as if he had entered a completely quiet space that belonged only to him.

His gaze behind the glasses was sharp and focused as he picked up his pen, his wrist moving slightly.

Neat and elegant handwriting appeared on the answer sheet as if it had been printed.

His writing speed was extremely fast, yet there was no sign of sloppiness; every character was written with even force and clear strokes.

At the same time, the brain is working at high speed.

Those legal monographs, core journal articles, and classic cases stored deep in memory are no longer isolated points of knowledge.

Instead, it transforms into a surging torrent of data, converging, colliding, and recombining within his consciousness.

Ultimately, it was condensed into the most precise and profound words, which were quickly laid out on the paper.

A slightly overweight, middle-aged proctor wearing black-rimmed glasses was slowly pacing down the aisle with his hands behind his back.

He would stop every now and then, glance at the answer sheets of the candidates next to him, and then walk away expressionlessly.

When he walked to the back of the classroom and glanced at Fang Cheng's seat, his gaze suddenly stopped.

The proctor witnessed a scene that greatly surprised him.

The boy with the refined appearance had already turned to the second page of the exam paper.

"So fast? Impossible!"

A thought flashed through his mind, and he subconsciously assumed that the other person was filling it out randomly.

After all, the exam has only been going on for less than ten minutes...

He leaned closer quietly.

His gaze fell on the answer sheet.

However, after just one glance, I was completely stunned.

The handwriting on the exam paper was so neat it rivaled that of a calligraphy model, and the answers to the essay questions were even more organized, logically rigorous, and without any trace of correction.

In particular, there is a highly controversial essay question: "On the dilemma of applying the theory of expectation of possibility in legitimate defense and emergency avoidance in my country."

The candidates' answers were not the typical student-like clichés.

Instead, it draws on a wide range of sources, approaching the subject from multiple angles such as jurisprudence and sociology, progressing step by step and providing insightful analysis.

The rigor of his argument and the profundity of his insights make him seem less like a test taker and more like a seasoned scholar who has been immersed in this field for many years.

"genius!"

The word instantly popped into the proctor's mind.

His gaze seemed to be drawn to a magnet, and for a moment he forgot to look away.

They even subconsciously held their breath, afraid of disturbing the other person's train of thought.

The second hand of the wall clock moved at a steady pace, making a soft "click" sound.

Time passes silently.

Fang Cheng continued writing furiously, completely immersed in his own world.

The pen tip moved across the paper, making a continuous and smooth sound, like a beautiful piece of music.

When he finished writing, he finally put down his pen and let out a long sigh of relief.

Clasp your hands together under the table to loosen up your muscles.

With a gentle pinch, the knuckles make a series of crisp "click-click" sounds.

Just then, I noticed the unusually heavy breathing behind me.

Fang Cheng turned his head and looked at the proctor who stood like a wooden stake, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The proctor suddenly snapped out of his daze, his face flushed, and he coughed awkwardly twice.

Then he hummed a few off-key tunes, pretended to be calm, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Fang Cheng shrugged, treating it as just a minor incident.

A notification message quietly appeared before his eyes.

[Focus on experience +1]

[Focus on level 2 (342/500)]

The questions this time were indeed quite tricky, and there were a lot of them.

For the average test taker, finishing within the allotted time is already considered good.

But for Fang Cheng, this level of difficulty still seemed too easy.

It's like a college student taking an elementary school exam.

His exceptional mental attributes and skill effects have endowed him with a photographic memory and extraordinary comprehension, allowing him to thoroughly understand a vast amount of legal classics.

After activating the "Focus" skill, one can write with divine inspiration, almost without needing to pause and think.

He glanced up at the wall clock.

It had only been a little over twenty minutes since the exam was scheduled to start at 1 p.m.

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly.

This is the result of me deliberately controlling my speed and striving for neat handwriting.

If you don't care about neatness and just write in cursive, you can reduce the time by at least half.

Of course, submitting the paper so early is quite shocking.

Fang Cheng decided to wait a little longer.

He picked up the pen, twirling it between his fingers, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Pretending to check the exam paper, my thoughts had already drifted to the window.

Fang Cheng applied to the graduate program in criminal law at Dongdu University, which falls under the category of Master of Laws.

This is different from a Master of Laws degree that emphasizes practical application.

The Master of Laws program focuses more on in-depth theoretical exploration, cultivating top-notch academic research talents, and has extremely high requirements for thesis writing skills.

Therefore, the exam content mainly consists of open-ended essay questions and case analyses, including many sensitive topics that question the current legal system.

The scoring of this type of question is influenced by the personal academic views and stances of the examiners, making it highly subjective.

Getting a perfect score is unrealistic.

But Fang Cheng was very confident. Based on the level of his answers just now, taking first place in the overall ranking should be a piece of cake.

I easily passed the foreign language oral and translation tests this morning, and now I'm just waiting for the comprehensive interview tomorrow.

With these thoughts in mind, Fang Cheng even began to imagine his future life.

After graduating with a master's degree, with excellent grades and several impressive papers, it shouldn't be difficult to stay at the university as a faculty member.

At that time, he would serve as a teacher during the day, instructing students, writing articles, and imparting knowledge in the ivory tower.

At night, he puts on a mask and becomes Daredevil, cleaning up scum in the dark and earning extra money.

Two completely different lives, it's kind of interesting to think about. The proctor's gaze kept drifting over from the podium, his eyes still looking strange.

With Fang Cheng's keen perception, he could naturally notice it clearly.

He glanced at the wall clock again; the hands were almost pointing to two o'clock.

I've been lost in thought here for almost half an hour.

"Fine, let's hand in the paper. Mom and the others are still waiting outside..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, then stood up, took the test paper, and walked to the podium.

His action immediately attracted the attention of all the candidates.

A multitude of gazes converged upon them, filled with shock, bewilderment, and even a hint of disdain.

"So fast? They definitely won't do it; they've given up."

"Just putting on an act, trying to attract attention..."

The inner thoughts of everyone involved were quite fascinating.

The proctor took the exam paper and gave Fang Cheng a complicated look.

In the end, he just nodded and didn't say anything more.

Fang Cheng ignored the stares of others and walked straight out of the classroom.

Today is Sunday, and the area around the teaching building is sparsely populated and exceptionally quiet.

Walking along the tree-lined campus paths, I really felt a bit like I was back in college.

As soon as Fang Cheng stepped out of the school gate, he saw a large number of parents waiting for the test takers to gather outside.

His gaze swept across the area and quickly locked onto a large black SUV parked on the side of the road.

The brand-new Range Rover looked impressive in the sunlight, with several people standing next to it.

My mother is Li Biyun, and my uncle is Li Dingjian.

There was also Zhou Xiumei, who was holding the hand of a little girl in a blue school uniform skirt, who was none other than Wen Xin.

A burly man, as strong as a bear, was smoking behind the car; it was Ma Donghe.

How did this guy find out about my exam and come over to join in the fun?
"Brother! Brother! We're here!"

Wen Xin, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot him. She immediately let go of Zhou Xiumei's hand, waving her arms vigorously and shouting joyfully.

Zhou Xiumei's face immediately broke into a smile, her bright eyes seemingly filled with light as she quietly watched him walk over.

When Fang Cheng came out, Li Biyun and Li Dingjian greeted him with smiles on their faces.

Upon hearing the shout, Ma Donghe immediately threw his half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his toe.

Fang Cheng smiled and walked over.

But I felt a little helpless.

So many people, such a grand spectacle, it's even more important than when I took the college entrance exam myself.

"Chengcheng, so fast? How did the test go? Were the questions difficult?"

Li Biyun stepped forward, took her son's hand, and asked with a face full of concern.

"It went pretty smoothly. I had done all the questions before, and I finished answering them in just one hour."

Fang Cheng answered easily.

"I knew it! With my nephew in charge, what problem could there be?"

Li Dingjian, with a proud expression, waved his hand and said with great pride:
"Let's go, Uncle's treating tonight! We'll go to Wangjiang Tower, the best restaurant in Dongdu, to celebrate in advance for our future professor!"

"Uncle, the interview hasn't started yet."

Fang Cheng was both amused and exasperated.

"What does that matter!"

Li Dingjian insisted.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiumei quickly waved her hand and said somewhat embarrassedly:
"Uncle Li, I think I won't go. I just came to see Fang Cheng..."

"This is not okay."

Li Dingjian immediately interrupted her, glancing at the pretty Zhou Xiumei, then at Fang Cheng, his face full of a warm smile:
"It's rare for everyone to be here today, so let's treat it as a family dinner. Everyone has to come!"

Upon hearing the words "family gathering," Zhou Xiumei's cheeks instantly flushed crimson.

She lowered her head and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Before Fang Cheng could refuse, Ma Donghe had already snatched the car keys and said casually:
"That's great! I'll be your driver tonight, you can all drink to your heart's content. Fang Cheng, your new car is really awesome, let me have some fun!"

After saying that, he opened the driver's side door on his own.

Fang Cheng had no choice but to let them go.

The group boarded the car, which had a spacious six-seat compartment that could comfortably accommodate six people.

It was Wen Xin's first time riding in such a luxurious car, and she was incredibly excited.

The little hands touched and looked at the soft leather seats, their eyes full of curiosity.

Fang Cheng's gaze fell on her, and he asked:

"Wen Xin, isn't today Sunday? Why didn't you go to your tutoring class?"

Because this girl had been out of school for too long and had fallen behind in her studies, Fang Cheng specially enrolled her in tutoring classes.

Wen Xin's face immediately fell, her eyes darted around, and she stammered:
"I...I asked the teacher for leave."

"Ask for leave?"

Fang Cheng frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiumei, who was standing nearby, quickly explained:
"I asked for leave for her. Wen Xin heard that you had your exam today and insisted on coming to cheer you on. I couldn't stop her."

"That's right, Fang Cheng, don't be mean to Xin Xin."

Ma Dong-hyuk, who had both hands on the steering wheel, also leaned over to smooth things over:

“When I went to look for you on Jiuchang Street at noon today, I ran into Huiyi. She told me about your exams. Xinxin was right next to her, and she looked so pitiful. I was really worried about you.”

"Besides, Xin Xin studies very hard, and even Hui Yi has praised her several times."

Upon hearing Ma Donghe affectionately refer to Wen Xin's mother as "Huiyi sister," Fang Cheng glanced at the guy but didn't say anything more.

Seeing Fang Cheng's expression soften, Wen Xin immediately seized the opportunity, reached out her small hand and tugged at his clothes, making a serious promise:

"Don't worry, brother, I'm sure I'll be in the top ten of my class in the final exams."

Looking into her bright eyes, Fang Cheng's heart softened, and he extended his finger to make a pinky promise with her:

"Okay, it's a deal. If you really get into the top ten, I'll take you to the beach during summer vacation."

"Yeah, that's great!"

Wen Xin cheered immediately and clung to Fang Cheng again, chattering incessantly.

Ma Dong-hyuk sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and then shouted:
"Hold on tight, everyone. We're heading to Wangjiang Tower, let's go!"

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The atmosphere was lively inside the luxurious private room at Wangjiang Tower.

Halfway through the meal, Li Dingjian was already slightly tipsy and started boasting to Ma Donghe about his glorious achievements in his youth.

Ma Donghe was equally boastful, exaggerating his past fame in the underworld and his determination to retire from the criminal life and prepare for the civil service exam.

Upon hearing Li Dingjian give a thumbs-up and praise him, he said that a prodigal son's return is more precious than gold, and that one should cherish a secure job.

Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin chatted quietly with Li Biyun, occasionally serving her food, appearing well-behaved and sensible.

Fang Cheng took the opportunity to get up and go to the balcony for some fresh air.

A short while later, Ma Donghe also came out.

He handed Fang Cheng a cigarette, lit one for himself, and took a deep drag.

The two leaned against the railing, gazing at the bustling city night view outside the window, and the cruise ships that honked their horns as they passed by on the Qingpu River.

Skyscrapers line both sides of the river, their neon lights dazzling, creating a bustling sea of ​​light.

"I've been in seclusion for over a month, and I'm almost suffocating from all the stagnation."

Ma Donghe exhaled a smoke ring and sighed, "After finishing the exams these past two days, I can finally catch my breath."

"Is anyone still keeping an eye on us?"

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he casually asked a question.

"It's strange, those people disappeared inexplicably about half a month ago."

Ma Donghe frowned, somewhat puzzled:

"Perhaps they know I'm going to participate in the Special Investigations Unit selection, so they don't dare to mess with me anymore."

He changed the subject, glanced at the people in the private room, and then lowered his voice:

"Fang Cheng, you have no idea, the selection test for the Special Search Team is simply inhuman. Those instructors are all psychopathic sadists!"

(End of this chapter)