The other candidate's meat patty was also broken into pieces. Crumbs of meat fell from it, scattering over his clothes, his shoes, and the floor.
The candidate's hands were completely covered in grease.
How could someone so messy guarantee their exam paper wouldn't be soiled? If the paper got stained, the entire exam would be for nothing.
But that was someone else's problem, and none of Zhao Jing's business. Zhao Jing merely glanced over before washing his hands, sitting back down, and continuing to work on his exam.
As evening approached, Zhao Jing carefully reviewed his exam paper twice. Once he was certain everything was in order, he pulled the small bell at his side.
A moment later, two constables arrived. In front of Zhao Jing, they sealed the section with his name on it and placed the exam paper into a special strongbox before leaving.
