“LEFT!” Mr.Roberts' scream shattered my focus, and the word invaded my body like a shock. My hands wrenched the wheel, and we missed the flaming barrels.

“Sorry, sir! I can‘t find the answer!”

Mr.Roberts laughed. “Ah, you have to decode the regexes!”

Furious, I swerved hard enough to de-bone a walrus. “What! I didn’t lose the documentation!”

Mr.Roberts pointed to the melting codebook in the backseat. “But how will you get to it, my dear student?”

Roaring, I abandoned the wheel and dove backwards, laptop in hand. Flipping through, I found and entered the code, returning to a collapsing building about to destroy us.

Flattening the pedal, I cried, “I think it’s compiling, sir!”

The building smashed behind us, as we halted aside the training building. Breathing heavily, I showed him the screen. Mr.Roberts blinked, then grinned.

“I guess you pass, huh?”

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