The atmosphere at the assessment site was tense. Old Man Jiang sat among a group of young mentors, sipping wolfberry tea while keeping an eye on screen number 52 in area B on the projector.
"Number 52 is really something, isn't he one of Professor Jiang's students?"
With a smile, Old Man Jiang set down his thermos and gestured for the mentors to be patient.
The outcome was yet to be decided. They only needed to be observers waiting for the results. As for the rest, the fiercer the competition among that group of kids, the happier he was.
Ten minutes remaining.
The last six programs were still running in a steady progression. Having fought from a group of two hundred to this stage, regardless of the outcome, the six contestants had silently become the focus of everyone's attention.
Especially one person...
Imperceptibly, everyone's gaze had gathered on screen number 52.
They had guessed the beginning, but they had never been able to predict the ending.
