The second semester of sophomore year will be the tenth week of the start of the school year.
The ninth week is the midterm exam week. Because of early graduation, Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu did not follow the school's general teaching plan. He once thought that he didn't have to worry about any exams before graduation.
But just one week later, this "thinking" was declared as just a lucky draw.
After the second section of the imperial edict was over on Saturday morning, Zheng Qing did not hurried to the cafeteria as usual, but chewed the bacon sandwich that had been prepared in milk, while finding an empty classroom and turning his hourglass around again.
After talking with Professor Selius at noon yesterday, Zheng Qing immediately submitted an application report for the "Extra Time Converter" to the school working committee.
Originally, he thought that such reports involving timeline adjustments would not have results the next day.
But that afternoon, just after the practice class, Hilda called the "teacher assistant student" who had not had time to slip away with the receipt given by the school committee.
“Your application for additional time converter has been approved.”
The practice class teacher touched the copper nails on his ears and carefully looked at the parchment he had just received, looking depressed: "Hey, the range of our security monitoring has increased by nearly forty percent!"
Since the Thomas rebellion, Zheng Qing has known that Hilda is also a member of the guard team, so the two never avoid this when chatting.
"Thank you for your hard work!" The boy thanked him fuckingly.
"—Anyway," Hilda shook the parchment in her hand, squinted at her young colleague, and emphasized her tone: "You must strictly follow the moving lines on the declaration form... If you run away from our protection because you run around the timeline and are finally caught by a crow and cut off the places you shouldn't have to cut, you won't have to go to the cat fruit tree in the future."
He glanced at Zheng Qing's lower body with malicious intentions.
Zheng Qing's scalp was a little numb.
He felt that he had no privacy in the eyes of these guards. He didn't know how much information these guys had exchanged with each other behind his back. Even the words "cat fruit tree" could be said naturally.
...
...
Because it was the first time I was eating to reverse the time.
Zheng Qing couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable - but considering that the breakfast has passed more than six hours, in order to stay awake in the next three hours of assessment, he had to hurry up and replenish some energy - back to three hours ago, Zheng Qing was inexplicably bloated, and even if a mouthful of milk was divided into seven mouthfuls and swallowed it would be useless.
This caused him to hiccup when he entered the exam room, which made others in the classroom look sideways.
If he was baptized by such sight a year and a half ago, he would have to blush and leave with his face covered.
But now, he can face all this calmly, and even wave hello to the people he knows happily.
"Good noon, Miss Jessop!"
The boy greeted the purple-haired witch sitting by the window.
Violet Jessop, a senior assistant teacher, is a graduate of the school’s 199th grade, along with Hilda, Hoshino Gen, etc., and together they form the core team of the current acting team leader Zhang Yu.
Zheng Qing had met this witch on the admission plane.
Later, in the school hunting competition, winter hunting, and the Black Prison Battle, he and Violet had several intermittent dealings. Although they did not have much contact, they were barely considered an acquaintance.
"Good morning."
Violet corrected the boy's words and nodded slightly - Zheng Qing didn't think the purple-haired witch was rude, she had always been this cold-hearted.
But when she said 'good morning', Zheng Qing realized that she was back three hours ago.
I was so busy in the morning that I completely forgot about time.
After sitting down and stuffing the sandwich into his mouth, he drank milk and looked around, and then he realized that he was the only one in the room wearing a colored robe.
A robe with color represents student identity.
In the entire classroom, except for him, everyone was wearing very formal black robes, exuding a turbid atmosphere of "social people". Everyone was quietly looking through the materials in their own position, no one whispering to each other, and no one walked back and forth, and the atmosphere seemed extremely clean.
All of this is completely different from the styles of students.
The young public-funded student couldn't help but twist in his position and wanted to share this discovery with others. Unfortunately, Xiao Xiao and Xin were not around, which made people feel very depressed.
At exactly nine o'clock.
The classroom door opens on time.
The whole room seemed to come alive in an instant - those who cleaned up books, regulated their breathing, and seized the time to apply cooling oil to their temples or burn a sober talisman - this quiet but lively atmosphere made Zheng Qing inexplicably feel that no one in the room had breathed before.
Three wizards in black robes walked into the room, but Zheng Qing didn't know any of them, only the square-faced wizard in the lead, he looked familiar with them.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen."
The middle-aged wizard in charge did not waste any time, and quickly introduced several of his colleagues: "I am the invigilator of this 'Registered Talisman Painting Master', Dorag Patton..."
When he mentioned his name, Zheng Qing suddenly remembered that this wizard was a researcher at the Institute of Magical Biology and had heard his name in Gan Ning's class.
It’s just that a wizard who studies magical creatures is used to invigilate the talisman master. I don’t know what the consideration is.
"——This is the invigilator, senior commissioner, and Mr. Jizhou, sent by Sanchajian."
Dorag Patton pointed beside him, and a wizard with a blue face took a step forward, nodding in a very small range, with a gloomy expression.
Zheng Qing remembers Jiang Yu said that most of the wizarding world's surname "generals" are from the zombie tribe. Just looking at the appearance of this invigilator, they are almost inseparable.
“—and the third party supervisor sent by the Wizards Council, Mr. Gregory Le Pen.”
The square-faced invigilator pointed to the last round-faced witch. After he said hello, he changed his tone and read out the exam rules skillfully:
“… On behalf of the First University, I would like to welcome the arrival of the Commissioner and Mr. Le Pen, and also welcome candidates to participate in the ‘Chartered Talisman Maker’ qualification examination sponsored by the Wizards Alliance and co-organized by the Investigation Bureau of the First University and the Witch League.
Although everyone has taken the assessment many times, I still need to remind everyone about some things before this exam.
First of all, it is obvious that cheating is prohibited in this exam—including but not limited to the use of Fuling agents, auxiliary talisman drawing structures, and other potions and magic rituals that improve intelligence and hands-on ability in a short period of time. Once discovered, the score is invalid. The whistleblower will receive a certain bonus after verification.”