On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, there is a slight cold.
It is appropriate to receive gifts, ask for names, offer sacrifices, and get married;
Avoid opening the market, burying people, and repairing tombs.
None of the taboos are related to exams. It does seem to be a good day for exams - metaphysically speaking, this day is fair to everyone. At the very least, no one will perform abnormally with the excuse of being sensitive or tabooed.
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This day is the day when the first final exam of Jiyu College of First University begins.
Early in the morning, the atmosphere in the school was already very depressive.
From Feiyuan where morning classes are done, to the cafeteria where breakfast is eaten, to the bluestone path under the tree-lined road, every passing figure has hurried steps and expressionless face; or they have their heads lowered, holding small pieces of paper in their hands.
, mumbling words, trying to make one last struggle before entering the examination room.
This situation made Zheng Qing feel mixed.
Fortunately, everyone's attention is on the exam, which will naturally reduce their attention to this newly promoted 'Major Arcana-World', greatly reducing his external pressure.
Worryingly, the nervous state of others deeply affected Zheng Qing. Originally, his mentality was relatively relaxed, but under the influence of others, he unconsciously became nervous.
Just like now.
Because the first exam was the written part of Charms, so early in the morning, he took the notes from the Charms class and started reciting the words. He didn't even put them down while doing morning classes. He was even reciting the spells during breakfast.
The international standards of the book and the principles of use of the Dharma book - only at this time will he feel a deep envy and jealousy towards Dr. Xiao Da.
In the entire dormitory 403, or in other words, in the entire astronomy class 08-1, perhaps only Dr. Xiao Da was able to use the law book to experiment with the subtle differences in the release of different spells before the written exam began.
"I really want to rip out your brains and stew them to eat." said the young public-funded student.
Dr. Xiao Da looked at him with empty eyes and reminded: "You are a pure-blooded human and do not have the ability of a zombie or a vampire... I don't think you can get good grades by eating my brain."
"In other words, if I eat, I can get good grades in the exam, right?" Dylan, who was eating with them in the cafeteria, asked with a smile.
Zheng Qing twitched his lips: "Isn't your college's examination method a fight? What's the use of his brain... If you really have that idea, the elder's brain is more suitable for you than the doctor's brain."
To eat Zhang Jixin’s brain?
Dylan grinned and said nothing. He would only do this if his brain was damaged. According to the hot temper and short-term protection habits inherited from the Zhang family, if Dylan really does something, then before he eats the stewed brain,
His two beautiful little fangs must have been pulled out.
"Can we talk about something lighter while we eat?" Fatty Xin grabbed the red leather bun and took one bite after another. His mouth was full of oil, and he complained in a loud voice: "I have no appetite for what you are talking about."
The other three people all looked at the fat man sideways, expressing deep doubts about his "no appetite" argument.
But watching Fatty Xin eat did make Zheng Qing a little bit more appetizing.
He couldn't help but follow the fat man and pick up a red bun on the plate - the meal on the day of the exam was also very particular - just like this red bun, which was the staple food for breakfast in the cafeteria today, and was stuffed with bastards.
The buns are wrapped in blood-red dough and served on a plate made of willow branches, six in a plate.
Baozi means blessing and is also called a 'lucky bag'; while a plate of six means good fortune.
Every student must eat at least one plate of lucky packets.
After all, this is a university for wizards, and occultism has always had a huge market among students. Rather believe that it exists than believe that it does not exist is the unified attitude of everyone when facing occultism.
Even the master chefs in the school cafeteria will always defend this tacit practice.
Although you cannot add Fu Ling Ling to porridge or soy milk, the master chefs in the cafeteria still carefully prepared a 'special' breakfast suitable for candidates.
In addition to ‘lucky packets’, there is also ‘lucky soup’.
The so-called "Fu Tang" is a small jar of indigo-colored viscous liquid that looks like soy milk made from peas or raw monk beans mixed with unknown herbs, and it is soy milk that has not filtered out the residue.
"Fu Tang can help us neutralize our chaotic spirits... Before the exam, our spirits need to be in a very pure state... This state can increase the sensitivity of our souls, improve our reaction speed, and help us prepare to master the spell.
Subtle changes in the process.”
When it comes to eating, Fatty Xin seems to be an artist, sitting at the dining table, explaining today's breakfast to his companions, and talking eloquently: "The false seeds are the protagonist of blessings, and the bloody face is the ancient elixir... and this...
Futang carries the blessings of countless candidates throughout history!"
It took a lot of effort for Zheng Qing to resist reminding the fat man that the written exam for Charms this morning was not yet the practical subject, so he didn't need to put in so much effort to 'purify' his spirit.
"The so-called 'Fu Tang' is actually a nutrient solution mixed with soy milk, egg white, rosemary, mint and Aralia grass. It can slightly improve your concentration and keep you awake." Dr. Xiao Da said.
Listening to the side, he quietly explained to Zheng Qing.
At the end, he added: "Oh, by the way, if you don't have much confidence, I suggest you add some auxiliary ingredients to the soup... Many people like to add a few spoons of incense ash from Wenquxing Temple to it. It is said to be very effective... If
You have no connections, I can ask someone to help you get some from Atlas School."
As a college based on 'faith', Atlas College has always had no shortage of various gods.
Zheng Qing shook his head vigorously to express his attitude.
"If you have a way, you can buy some goods and sell them in D&K," he seemed to remember something, and added: "Since the winter hunting, the school no longer requires everyone to hunt mice or carrion beetles, and the store's business has been
It’s relatively sluggish.”
"Let's talk about that kind of thing after the exam." Fatty Xin interrupted the public-sponsored students in a rough voice and emphasized: "The most important and only thing we need to pay attention to now is the exam!"
Zheng Qing shrugged and glanced at the breakfast in front of the fat man.
It can be seen that Fatty has great faith in the 'traditions' or 'recipes' that Xiao Xiao just mentioned. He even made reference to some popular sayings in modern mysticism and rearranged his breakfast according to his weight.
For example, the portion of 'Fu Tang' placed in front of the fat man was three times that of other people's.
"Maybe you should prepare a urine bag before entering the examination room." Zheng Qing finally reminded the fat man.