Coincidentally, the proctor entered the classroom, cleared his throat, and drew everyone's attention. William Carter didn’t have as many thoughts as she did; in his mind, this woman was just someone he had met before and would have no impact on his extraordinary cheating skills. At this moment, he was already focused on engaging in the first round of battle with the old proctor using his deadly glare...

Chapter 10: King of Cheating

After the old proctor’s boring, formulaic speech, the exam began.

The exam was divided into two sessions, three hours each in the morning and afternoon. Each person actually received a folder with the test papers inside. William Carter’s first reaction upon getting his paper was... I’m doomed!

The test turned out to be a comprehensive exam covering English, history, Chinese, geography, and more, with many essay questions requiring personal opinions—there was simply no way to copy answers. In fact, Xiangyi’s arrangement for this exam made sense: the afternoon session focused on math, physics, and chemistry, mostly questions with fixed answers, while the morning’s liberal arts questions would be roughly graded immediately after the test. If your paper was mostly blank or obviously filled with nonsense, congratulations, you wouldn’t need to take the afternoon exam—you wouldn’t even be allowed into the exam room.

At this moment, William Carter was sweating buckets. Not to mention that even if he managed to peek at the answers, many questions would still be useless to him. The key issue was that the girl next to him was already so scared by him that she was about to cry. Every glance from William Carter seemed to take half her life; whenever he turned his head, she would clearly notice and then look at him fearfully out of the corner of her eye. William Carter even felt a bit guilty about looking in her direction again.

Originally, cheating by peeking was a piece of cake for William Carter. With the skills he honed in underground casinos, his instant memory and dynamic vision were astonishing. If you tossed a deck of cards face up in front of him and randomly grabbed a few, he could definitely tell you exactly which ones you picked. He could even remember all the cards that his eyes had glanced at, even those that fell to the floor.

For example, when William Carter shuffled cards, as long as he was the one shuffling, he could clearly remember the order from the first to the last card, and then, during the cut, accurately place the desired card exactly where he wanted. This technique is considered a basic poker skill in gambling, but it’s easy to learn and hard to master. It’s like asking you to find a three of spades while shuffling, remember its approximate position, and then cut it to the bottom of the deck—anyone who knows how to shuffle could succeed a few times after a few hours of practice. But William Carter’s ability to control the entire deck would seem godlike to ordinary people.

So for William Carter, cheating was actually very simple. As long as his eyes could make even the briefest contact with the words someone else wrote, he could complete the peek. This kind of rapid memorization is like a knockoff version of those geniuses with photographic memory—most skilled gamblers have this trick up their sleeve.

But now, this situation made William Carter grit his teeth in frustration. “This woman is absolutely convinced I’m a stalker, that’s why she’s acting like this. Last time, with those ‘Men in Black’ guys around, she was so arrogant, but now she’s acting like a coward—classic big boobs, no brains, bullies the weak and fears the strong. I deeply despise you.” As much as he thought this, he was now in a desperate situation and could only scratch his head in frustration.

William Carter had suffered big losses twice because of this girl, both times being wrongly accused of being a stalker, making him sigh at the tricks of fate as he sat there, sighing deeply. The old proctor had already noticed him. You little brat, you’ve been staring at that girl since the exam started, making it impossible for her to focus, and now you look like you’re about to hand in a blank paper—are you here to cause trouble or what! So he walked over to William Carter, blocking his view, and looked down at William Carter’s blank test paper to express his deep disdain.

Suddenly, the old proctor’s body trembled. None of the other students noticed, but his expression suddenly changed. “What’s going on... this feels strange, this isn’t my hand... this is!”

It turned out that when William Carter was being stared down by the old proctor, he was so frustrated that he retaliated with a glare. At that moment, his mind was highly focused, and his emotions were extremely agitated with anger. As a result, after that glare, he suddenly lost consciousness. In just an instant, he found himself not in his own body, but inside the old proctor’s!

William Carter saw “himself” sitting at the desk suddenly pass out, looking just like someone sleeping on the desk. Then he tried moving his new body and found he could move freely. Although he didn’t know the principle behind this “possession,” he knew that now, looking at other people’s test papers would be a breeze!

He smirked, swaggered over to the chair at the podium, and sat down, looking at the group of frazzled students, almost bursting out laughing. “Go ahead and write, once you’re done I’ll take my time to look. Once I understand, I’ll write my own answers.” The secret delight in William Carter’s heart was beyond words as he leisurely drank tea and read the newspaper at the podium.