"I tell you, I don't care if this is a cheap prank, a nightmare of being pressed by ghosts, or even a real paradise... no one can stop me from going back to take the graduate entrance exam!",Ouyang Rong squatted on the edge of a lotus stone platform, his dry lips muttering. His eyes were fixed on the golden lotus lantern in his hand, carefully tightening the knot.,As the postgraduate hopeful was about to throw another dice, his body suddenly stiffened. He lowered his eyes and silently looked down at himself, noticing the unfamiliar Confucian robe he had always tried to ignore.。