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.,Ou Yangrong's upper body still maintained the posture of clutching the rope, and he looked up blankly at a round hole that was very similar in size to a manhole cover.,A weak individual is nothing compared to such power... That goes for the postgraduate entrance exam too.。