Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

Chapter 87 Caesar Gattuso (23)

"By the way, I haven't finished writing the 3E exam yet."

Jiang Shouyun rubbed his swollen head and looked down at the white paper.

But I was shocked to find that it had been filled with "dragon texts" for some time.

"Don't worry, you just had a spiritual vision. It was an illusion that resonated with Long Wen. Now the exam is over."

Manstein counted the blank sheets of paper for answers and smiled in surprise: "You answered all ten questions. If they are all correct, then you will have secured your S-level status!"

As he spoke, his eyes drifted towards Jiang Shouyun's dark blue eyes.

Although I have seen these eyes in videos and forums, I was still quite shocked after seeing them in person.

This is the "S" level bloodline.

The 3E exam will hide the "dragon text" under normal music, and the more difficult the question, the lower the pitch of the "dragon text".

You must have an excellent bloodline that is sensitive to "dragon texts" to be able to resonate with those obscure "dragon texts" and then record them as answers to the exam.

The papers that most freshmen answer during the 3E exam are actually abstract portraits with countless overlapping messy lines.

After that, "Norma" needs to analyze the test paper in detail to accurately find the real dragon text from the lines.

But Jiang Shouyun's answer sheet was extremely neat, and the ten dragon articles he wrote were even more clear.

"Is this what spiritual vision feels like?" Jiang Shouyun shook his head, looked up at the wall clock, and found that it was indeed ten o'clock.

It felt like a dream, and I couldn't remember the content of the dream clearly. I just vaguely remembered someone singing.

"This is the normal reaction of spiritual vision. Your reaction when you heard 'Yan Ling Emperor' before was abnormal."

Manstein patted Jiang Shouyun's shoulder and comforted him: "I also saw the messy lines and faces at the beginning. They said that I cried miserably as if my biological father had died."

"Huh!" Jiang Shouyun exhaled a deep breath, looked at the pencil with the broken lead and asked, "What was my reaction just now?"

"Actually, I thought you didn't have any spiritual vision at first." Manstein scratched his head, "Compared with those freshmen who are dancing around with demons, you are so normal."

"My back is as straight as a thin bamboo, I am humming softly in my mouth, writing stroke by stroke, and listening from time to time. It makes me feel like one of those high school students who are taking the listening test."

"I have no impression at all." Jiang Shouyun said with a wry smile, somewhat speechless.

"This is a normal reaction." Manstein sighed, "There was an accident in the examination room next door."

"Accident?" Jiang Shouyun's headache was much better and he subconsciously asked, "What accident?"

"Several candidates entered the same hallucination after having visions."

Manstein drooped his eyebrows and explained: "Just like a fanatical believer who has seen a god, the enthusiasm and longing from the inside out are simply carved out of the same mold."

"Later, when we were about to go in to check the situation, they suddenly fainted for no apparent reason. Fortunately, people from the psychological department said they were not seriously injured."

After that, he threw the test paper into the black lockbox and said with a smile: "Go back and rest. If you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the Psychology Department to see Teacher Masashi Toyama. He is a psychological counseling teacher at Kassel College."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Shouyun shook his head and said with a smile, "Thank you, Professor Manstein, I'm fine."

The two walked out of the teaching building together and saw Chu Zihang waiting outside the door.

"You young people, let's chat. I won't disturb you anymore. I have to go to the archives room to enter documents." Manstein nodded, then turned and left.

"You came out a little late." Chu Zihang came over and said proactively, "I thought you were unconscious too."

Jiang Shouyun shook his head and asked casually: "You also have spiritual vision, right? Did you see any hallucinations?"

"...It feels a bit like the Flame Mountain in "Journey to the West"?" Chu Zihang's expression was a little weird, "However, I finally answered eight questions, and Brother Fingel said that my bloodline rating may be improved from B to A."

This is good news.

In this mixed-race college, class represents resources.

"Very good." Jiang Shouyun asked in a low voice, "Are you still using the meditation method I taught you? How are you feeling recently?"

Chu Zihang paused, thought for a moment and said: "The Night Watchman's commandments have suppressed my bloodline. I feel that the effect of meditation is stronger, but I am not sure how far my control over the spirit of speech has progressed."

Jiang Shouyun nodded unexpectedly.

It seems that the method of controlling the spirit of speech by strengthening the "spirit body" is indeed effective.

This is equivalent to raising the height of the barrel to make the water that is about to overflow more stable, and you can continue to fill it with water later.

According to his understanding during this period, "spirit" is the fifth element besides the four elements of "earth, water, wind and fire".

At the same time, it is also the most mysterious element. So far, no one has been involved in research in this area...

Boom~boom~boom~

And just as he was thinking, the melodious bell rang.

Jiang Shouyun came back to his senses, shook his head and said with a smile, "Let's not talk about this for now. Let's go to the cafeteria and see how the school lunch is."

The two of them had just walked into the college cafeteria when they saw a certain loser.

"Uh-huh!" Fingel swallowed the roast duck in his mouth and waved to them from a distance, "Junior brother, it's over here!"

Good guy, my mouth is really full of oil.

His greeting attracted the attention of others.

Perhaps they had never seen this young Asian boy before, but after seeing him for the first time, they all looked into his eyes.

Suddenly he became the center of attention.

Seeing this, Jiang Shouyun and Chu Zihang paused, wanting to ignore Fingel as a stranger.

But in the end they looked at each other, sighed and walked over.

"Brother Fingel."

Jiang Shouyun did not sit opposite him, but sat next to Fingel.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly, senior brother is treating you today." Fingel enthusiastically handed over a plate of foie gras and asked tentatively, "How was the test result?"

Jiang Shouyun was not polite, took the plate and replied: "Professor Manstein said I wrote ten dragon essays."

"Ten?" Fingel's eyes widened, and he immediately said with joy, "Then my handicap... bah, your S level is stable."

"I have no impression at all. It's not necessarily right or wrong." Jiang Shouyun shook his head helplessly.

"It's okay, as long as you're not talking nonsense or scribbling. I've never heard of someone who resonated with someone and wrote the wrong answer!"

Fingel took a bite of the goose leg and said with excitement: "You are S-level, the second junior brother is A-level, and I am E-level. Joining the student union together, we have a bright future!"

"I think you can expect a few months of food rations in the future, right?" Jiang Shouyun put his chin in one hand, half-smiling, and looked at the blond figure behind him, "I don't know what the price the senior brother offered?"

As if realizing that he had been discovered, the blond figure simply stood up and walked to the three of them carrying the dinner plate.

"First meeting, Jiang Shouyun, Chu Zihang."

The blond boy stretched out his hand to him, his smile as bright as the sun: "I am Caesar Gattuso, nice to meet you."