I'm not a magician

Professor Joseph froze as he walked forward, his scalp exploded, and he paused for a long time before turning his head back.

He looked at the well-behaved and lovely Oriental boy with a straight face, his eyelids twitched, and asked coldly, "Which profession do you want to ask this time?"

Ji Chi blinked and blinked: "What are you talking about hahaha, in the magic academy, of course it's about magicians~"

Joseph sneered: "I tell you, even if you ask me, how could I know... What are you talking about? Magician?!"

Joseph was so surprised that his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. He pushed the glasses up in disbelief, looked at Ji Chi carefully, and nodded: "Yes, your magic illusion is very good, Ivan. If it weren't for You came to ask me about the magician, I really thought it was Ji Chi, that little bastard."

Ji Chi's smile cracked, and he grabbed Joseph's paw and put it on his shoulder, indicating that he was real: "Professor, why don't you try and trust me? The teacher's strange eyes can easily make students feel tired of studying."

Joseph: "..." Are you tired of studying?

Joseph withdrew his hand silently, clamped the grimoire under his arm, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at him warily: "Speak, what do you want to ask?"

Ji Chi said sternly: "The end-of-year evaluation criteria for the first year of the Academy of Magic is to be promoted to a junior magician, and a qualified junior magician needs to meet two conditions at the same time: the magic power value and the amount of magic used."

Joseph found that Ji Chi was not joking, and his expression gradually became serious.

"I know that a junior magician is probably around lv. 5, and the magic power that can be used is around 20 points, but how to manifest the magic power of realization?" Ji Chi asked.

Joseph frowned and tried to understand his words, and he probably understood what he wanted to ask: "Where did you hear these weird standards... You want to ask how to test the magic power, right? Don't worry about this, the evaluation professors are all If you are a great magician or above, your mana is not enough, and they can tell at a glance when you use magic."

Ji Chi understood, he thought for a while, and continued to ask: "But my biggest problem is the amount of magic. I remember that junior magicians must be proficient in using five kinds of magic. Can these five kinds of magic have different magic power values? the same kind of..."

Joseph frowned, and couldn't help interrupting him: "I know what you're thinking! Tell you it's impossible! The big fireball and the small fireball are the same kind of magic! You give me a good practice of magic, don't think about it. Some are not there!"

Ji Chi sighed regretfully.

Joseph glared at him angrily, and before leaving, he added: "Oh! Also! The use of magic refers to the use of the magic power in your own body. I know that you can use elements at will, and you can't use this trick to get away with it!"

Ji Chi sighed regretfully.

The next few days Ji Chi passed peacefully, as if he had a well-thought-out plan, but also like a broken pot, so that some people who looked at him silently didn't know whether to encourage him or comfort him.

In this way, the time came to the day of the summer test, and the little magicians came to the training lawn as usual, gathered together and chatted happily.

Today's content is the most relaxing day in a semester for the little magicians except Ji Chi.

Because they are the most outstanding talents in this continent, most of the young magicians are already junior magicians before passing the test of the Magic Academy, and many of them are promoted to intermediate magicians after one year of courses.

The last time Lei Ze was repeated was 11 years ago, so one can imagine how low the probability is.

There are five professors in charge of the evaluation, from five classes in the first grade. They usually have a good relationship. A female professor stretched out her staff and tapped it lightly, and placed a tablecloth covered with snow-white satin on the empty training lawn. long table.

There are several snack stands scattered on the long table, and the sweet and delicious snacks are still steaming.

The female professor waved her staff in the air again, and exquisite teapots and teacups appeared out of thin air, and the teapots painted with pansies floated faintly, pouring clear tea into the cups.

The rest of the professors thanked her one after another, and took their seats behind the long table one after another, looking relaxed and comfortable as if they were holding an afternoon tea.

Only Joseph frowned and remained silent, subconsciously about to pour hot tea into his mouth.

The professor sitting next to him was stunned for a moment, and quickly touched the teacup with his hand. Icicles spread in the tea, instantly cooling down the excessively high temperature.

Joseph didn't react until he took a sip of ice, put down his teacup, rubbed his numb fingers, and nodded his thanks.

The professor next to him asked concerned: "If you have something to do, you can leave first. Anyway, this test is just a formality, and everyone will not care."

Joseph shook his head and sighed, looking anxiously at the chattering little magicians.

The professor looked in the direction of his gaze, saw the iconic black hair and black eyes, and said with a smile: "I've heard of Ji Chi's name a long time ago, it seems that he will be the chief next year."

In order to allow students to compete in a healthy way, each vocational college will select the student chief from the comprehensive results of various tests in the previous year since entering the second grade.

There are many benefits of being the chief student, not to mention the generous material rewards, and the chance to be recommended to the Battle Academy, knowing the location of Dean Harvey's office, and receiving his special guidance.

The rest of the benefits are not bad, but when it comes to the dean, it is simply an unattainable treatment.

However, this year's competition is too fierce. In view of the gathering of ghosts and talents in Class S, the little magicians in other classes have already laid down. Competing, Xianyu discussed whether to finish the test quickly, and rushed to the cafeteria to grab the limited bread.

All the professors are well aware of this - this year is the year with the weakest and strongest chief competitiveness of the School of Magic, and the polarization of the students is extremely serious.

The eyes of the professors could not help but turn to the four most prominent little magicians in class S. The chief will only appear from these four, but the potential of these four is unpredictable.

"I said, how about we make a bet?" the female professor suggested with a smile while holding a teacup.

"Great idea! I'm still judging which one is the most suitable to be the chief... I think Brandon is very good, after all, he is the son of Earl Elliott, and he is also the bursting fire element. He must be very skilled in using the fire element!"

"Of course I am optimistic about St. Colly, the Holy See Holy Maiden who has been in office for eight consecutive years. It is said that the Pope even lamented her talent back then."

"Aiwen, are you ignoring it? I think he is working hard! Although he is not as conspicuous as the previous two, don't you think he is like the brilliance of the early morning, not scorching, but contains countless possibilities?"

"So who are you betting on?"

"Ji Chi!!!" The three of them spoke decisively in unison, and the electric current crackled where their eyes met.

Female professor: "..." Good guys, it's you guys.

At this time, Joseph suddenly said: "I choose Ivan."

"Huh?" The rest of the professors turned their heads in surprise, "How could you..."

Joseph sneered, took a sip of tea, and remained silent.

The female professor covered her lips and smiled, and said, "That's just right, I also want to bet on Ji Chi, if the winner is not among these two, how about we take our bet and go to a pub to get drunk?"

She said so, but she smiled secretly and looked at the other three professors. The meaning was very obvious - although the odds were low and there was no money to be made, the other party was Professor Joseph!A sense of accomplishment better than him is hard to buy!

As soon as the class bell rang, the end-of-term test officially began. The training lawn was soon lit up with various elements of light, and the sounds of wind, thunder, and explosions rang out one after another, making the whole college lively.

The order of the test was arranged according to the order in which the little magicians received the admission notice. Since Ji Chi was an endangered repeater, his weight was lower than that of St. Keli who transferred midway, and he was ranked last in S class.

But everyone is not in a hurry, the more you look forward to something, the waiting time will only make it more delicious.

The test process is very simple, as long as you use five spells in front of the professors, the professors will give ratings based on the strength and sophistication of the magic.

After testing by the young magicians of the entire S class, there are quite a lot of eye-catching operations, especially the magic circle arranged by Aiwen, the four-layered confinement circle, which made the professors feel that it is difficult to crack.

Time passed slowly, and finally it was Ji Chi's turn.

"The next one is a magician, Ji Chi."

Everyone heard this sentence, straightened their backs and stared at the slender figure with expectant or worried eyes.

Ji Chi walked to the long desk with a normal face and bowed to the professors.

A professor exclaimed in a low voice: "Good! Very humble, not proud, plus five points!"

Another professor poked him: "Hey, don't go too far, you should watch his magic, look! The next magic that combines ten elements is so delicate and powerful..."

"The first magic, [Fireball]." Ji Chi stretched out his hand with a serious face, and a red fireball burned in his palm. It was not too big or too small, just enough to illuminate the dull faces of the professors.

Professor Joseph took a sip of tea calmly, the hand holding the cup trembling slightly.

"Cough." A professor coughed lightly and said, "I know the Orientals. They are a very reserved race. They like to put powerful moves at the end and call them unique moves... Look! This is it! Yes! Such a bright flash! Must be a marvelous—”

"The second magic... [Light Ball Art]." Ji Chi continued to stretch out his hand solemnly, the dazzling light ball flickered in his palm, and the glasses of several professors were blown away by his uncontrollable magic power until they burst.

Professor Joseph calmly scooped up a spoonful of the melt-in-your-mouth brulee and chewed it in his mouth for a long time.

"The third magic, [Wind Ball Art], the fourth magic..." Ji Chi got excited, after a ball came out with his left hand, he continued with his right hand, like someone who just ran out of a circus and juggled on the street, with various colors The different balls moved around in their palms.

Professors: "..."

Professor Joseph calmly put down the teacup and snacks, put his hands on his forehead, and sighed heavily.

After finally making up five balls, Ji Chi bowed to them again, brushed off his clothes, and hid his achievements and fame.

The professors held teacups on the empty lawn for a long time in silence.

"Can I fail him?" a professor asked earnestly.

"It's not so good... How can I say it's five, five, five kinds of magic..."

"...you sound hesitant."

"Heh." Joseph sneered, and wrote a blood-red P (PASS) on the evaluation form, which is the lowest score in the passing grade.

He stood up expressionlessly, without any joy of winning, turned around and looked at them quietly, and said, "Don't forget your bet."