Dharma god he doesn't want to go to school

Ansair scolded the berserkers for nothing at this time, and started frantically... previewing.

It's not that he hasn't attended the class since the beginning of school, but that the scope of this test also includes the knowledge that normal students have learned in the previous 12 years. The 12-year gap in theoretical knowledge cannot be easily made up overnight, especially since his attention has been focused on the berserk species recently, and he basically doesn't read much.

So he stayed up all night prepping...no problem.

It is now 07:30 in the evening, and there are less than [-] hours before the [-] o'clock exam tomorrow morning. Ansair looks at the book twice his height that needs to be previewed, and he is used to it. type start.

In the shortest time, targeted learning is more efficient than comprehensive learning.This is what he has always done, and the facts have proved the correctness of his approach.

The god of law, Ansair, took out the senior college test papers specially prepared by his good roommate Samuel (Ernest: ... <(‵^′)>), and saw a fill-in-the-blank question after doing a few questions.

[The magic elements floating in the air are generally repellent to the creatures on the mainland. Only a few creatures have the ability to ____ magic elements, so they can become legal professionals. 】

Ansair took a look, hey, this question is simple, he has experience, he will!

How did he spend one night becoming a Dharma God?Isn't it just that after reading a few basic magic books, he discovered through practice that he can control and command the magic elements in the air.After discovering it, take a look at it in conjunction with the mage occupation division table, hey, it's done!

After filling in the word "control", Ansair naturally looked at the next question.

He didn't make corrections according to the answers until the test paper was written in a mess.

This question is correct, that place needs attention, and... and so on.

Ansair stared at the two words in the standard answer, rubbed his eyes, and made sure again that he was really not dazzled.

He hesitated to look at the stem of the question, and then at the answer. He bit his lip and opened the book, trying to find the possibility of "the standard answer is wrong".

However, after flipping through several books in a row, Ansair's last bit of luck was completely shattered.

[...The most fundamental point in judging whether an intelligent species has magical talent and has the potential to become a legal professional: whether it has the ability to get close to magic elements...]

【...The closer the magic element is to a legal professional, the higher his talent and the higher his upper limit of strength. 】

……

Ansair quickly browsed through the knowledge points in the relevant books, and collapsed on the chair, feeling unwell.

What is "can become a legal professional because they are close to magic elements"?The kind of intimacy that can be directly controlled?Or "close" to the end can control?

Ansair really wanted to hypnotize himself that "law professionals at the level of the magic god can control magic elements, while those of other levels cannot", but it is clearly written in the book that "different magic gods have different effects on the elements." The degree of intimacy is slightly different." A few words shattered the luck in his heart.

Why can the magic element be controlled by him?Is it because of the particularity of physique and talent, or because of his different experiences?Because he can't be considered a complete native of this world?Could the magic elements spot this?

With his heart pounding, Ansair leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

... No, that's impossible, that's not scientific.

Although this is an unscientific world.

A few minutes later, he let out a mouthful, his fast beating heart slowed down slightly, and the stagnant air began to flow again.

In any case, the exam is just around the corner.

Then he cheered up and re-entered the preview.

In the early morning of the next day, the gray donkey in the yard found that something was wrong when its owner came to add feed.It observed for a long time before discovering: Hey, why is there a faint blue color under the owner's eyes?

Ernest saw this very clearly.

Al's skin is so fine and fair, and the blue color is too obvious in comparison.Al stayed up late last night?Because of today's exam?What's so important about the exam?

"Uncomfortable?" He asked in a low voice, "Do you want to apply for exemption from the exam?"

Ansair was taken aback.

...Exemption?

Ernest said straightforwardly: "So many things have happened recently, and they are all related to you, Al. As teachers, they will naturally understand that students are unable to take exams due to lack of energy."

Ansair: "..."

Yes, he even forgot about the exemption from the exam.

"We'll go to Shelley later and ask her to exempt us from the exam."

Ernest's words completely added him to the "exemption team".

Ansair looked at his friend for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Forget it."

Yes, the easiest way to avoid exposure of grades is to apply for exemption from the exam, and his reasons are likely to be passed.

——Facing the death of a berserk species, I haven't adjusted my mind, so what's the test?

But this exam has special meaning for Ernest.

"Assistant Ernest" is well-known and powerful. He is only short of a theoretical knowledge assessment, and he can completely wash away the occasional skeptical eyes in the school.

"Take the exam well," Ansair said relaxedly, "it depends on you to improve the average score of our class."

Friends can pass the screening of ethnic groups, and can read related books of the department at leisure. He must have read all the books in this department, so he is not worried.

Ernest raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in the usual tone: "It's the first time you take Kles' exam, you might not get used to it. Al, don't count on me too much."

Ansair didn't believe it: "Huh? How is it possible! Don't underestimate yourself."

Ernest: "Honestly, I don't have much confidence..."

Gerald looked at the back of one person and one dragon going away, and was speechless for a long time.He was originally here to chat with Hayden about the after-sales maintenance of new alchemy products. By the way, he reminded Hayden to take the exam, and overheard some conversations between his classmates.

"These days, Xueshen has an extra hobby of pretending to be a scumbag?" He said to himself.

When Ernest was a teaching assistant at the beginning, he himself did not participate in the review, summary, and reflection after the training (beating) of the students, but there were always students who were cheerful (not afraid of death or cold), and found Ernest to ask questions.

Ernest would give some pointers when he was in a good mood, and just this little hint was enough for the students in his department to dig out the details and find out how solid and profound his theory was.

Now, Ernest, who is no problem teaching them as a formal teacher, said he was not confident about the exam?

Gerald: Oh, who would believe it.

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Kles' exams are generally divided into written exams and practical exams. On the first morning, the comprehensive exam will be conducted on theory, and on the second morning, the actual exam will be tested.The results of the theoretical test papers will be released that night, and the actual combat results will be released on the spot.

This speed, this efficiency, is so fast that many students who did not pass the exam burst into tears.

Don't you even give a reprieve? !

It is said that the principal who made this rule said this: Crying early and discovering your weaknesses can make up for them earlier, and you can also fully exercise the psychological quality of our students, killing two birds with one stone.

Ansair didn't know how many students had positively experienced the spirit of that principal. The only thing he knew was that right now, at this moment, there are probably many, many classmates who feel the same as him and wish to come later at night.

After a three-hour theoretical exam in the morning, he didn't feel very good about eating.Thinking of getting grades at night, he almost lost the desire to eat.

Unable to eat, Ansair looked sick.The other five people looked sideways.

The content of the exam in the special class was slightly different from that of other students. Apart from Ansair, there were only Hayden and Samuel in the exam room, so the three of them made an appointment to have dinner together after the exam.Ansair and Ernest were basically bound again, and Gerald and Vanessa, who were in the same examination room as Ernest, also came together.

"Isn't it to your liking?" Samuel asked softly.

They all guessed that Anse Ayer did not do well in the exam, but they didn't say anything.

Ansair shook his head quickly: "No."

Ernest leaned over and whispered, "Al, there is a pet experience hall on campus. If you are energetic in the afternoon, shall we go there to play?"

Just look at how Al touches that stupid donkey all day long (Anse Al: No, I don’t have one), and how attractive the little animals (gray donkey:?) are to Al.If it weren't for Al's low mood, he would never have actively persuaded Al to interact with other small animals.

A small smile appeared on Ansair's face.

"How many are here?"

The sudden interjection of a male voice didn't scare the six of them, and Vanessa even rolled her eyes openly.

Ansair really didn't remember who the owner of the voice was, and looked up—oh, Griman who wanted to eat his donkey on the first day of school.

He was a little tired of this man and didn't want to be reasonable, but he didn't want to leave, so he politely asked him to put down the tableware in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Ernest's displeasure rose steadily.

Al managed to eat a few more mouthfuls, but now he doesn't eat anymore.

"Professor Ernest, there are a few things I don't understand about the exam in the morning, can you tell me?" Griman pulled a chair over and sat down very naturally, "Let's eat, just chat casually, Don't delay eating."

Ansair: "..."

It's a good one to chat casually.

Ernest said directly and rudely: "This is not a practical class, and I'm not a teaching assistant. If you don't understand, ask Shelley."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to Griman, and turned his head to persuade Ansel to eat more.

Facing the bad attitude of the teaching assistant, Griman didn't seem to care at all. He asked Gerrard a few more questions, and the two of them said a few hypocritical words before Griman got up and left.

"Tch, hypocrite." As soon as Griman left, Vanessa sneered, regardless of whether the former could hear her or not.

Came here to check the answers after the exam?It's normal for it to happen between ordinary classmates who are close to each other, but Griman ran over who knows how far to ask specifically?Needless to say, it is absolutely malicious.

Seeing that he only asked Ernest and Gerrard.The three physics departments present here, why didn't they ask her?Because he looked down on her theoretical grades!

Ansair silently nodded and added one.

Don't say that he judges the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, how does he think "Griman asks questions and Ernest refuses to answer", how does he feel that this back and forth is full of Griman's white lotus show of weakness: look, the teaching assistants keep replying He is not happy with any questions, huh.

He has a bad feeling for Griman, plus, as one of those who did not pass the exam, he can now clearly understand how he feels when he hears students of the same grade with good grades and his classmates discussing the answers and worrying about their grades.

If he was from the physics department, this feeling would probably be a bit heavier.

Wouldn't that guy not openly trouble him because of this?Ansair stretched his mind indefinitely.

Regardless of not being able to find trouble right now, the trouble at night has already been booked in advance, hey.