#Chapter 229: The Transfer Exam

My nervousness returned tenfold and no amount of Asher’s shoulder massages, good as they were, were able to calm me down. “Cynthia?” said the woman at the desk. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Asher hugged me at once. “You can do this. There’s no reason to be afraid.” I nodded against him. I wanted to stay right where I was, forever. “Cynthia?” the woman said again, louder. She wouldn’t wait for me. I had to go now. I backed away from Asher and walked toward the lecture hall. A different faculty member met me at the door and escorted me inside. There, I was handed a test booklet and a pencil, then told some brief rules. I had to turn my phone off and store it with them. No problem. They also asked me to turn out my pockets and shake out my hair. “We’re checking for cheat sheets,” she said at my curious look. I did as she asked. When they were finally convinced that I had no intention of cheating, they lead me further into the lecture hall. They pointed out a very specific des