Monster Hunting High School

The paper used for the test paper is a very formal octavo format.

According to the size of ordinary talismans, it is estimated that it can only hold up to eight talismans.

But there is only one rune box on the test paper. If you write in it, you can only write one rune.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but look around.

Everyone is working hard on the papers in their hands.

do not care.

Zheng Qing held the pen, filled it with ink, and analyzed it on the inkstone. After calming down and thinking, the first talisman on the talisman sticker naturally appeared in his mind.

Click lightly, lift again, retract and release freely.

In less than ten seconds, a complex talisman lay completely in the text frame. Because there is no need to imbue the spirit, this rune has been written.

The test paper seemed to feel something, the surface of the paper undulated slightly, and the written talisman slowly seeped into the test paper and disappeared. A bright red symbol "1" appeared in the blank space next to the rune box.

Zheng Qing suddenly realized. He dipped his pen in the inkstone and began to draw the second talisman.

Time passes minute by minute.

On the podium, Zhang Huaigu turned the hourglass in his hand.

An hour has passed.

There was a faint restlessness in the originally quiet large lecture hall.

The freshmen began to exchange glances silently, trying to see a hint of inspiration in their friends' pupils.

Even the top students with serious expressions in the first row had not written for almost ten minutes.

Lecturer Zhang nodded. She also felt that this was basically the limit for this batch of freshmen.

In previous years, the preliminary examination usually lasted about an hour; in the remaining two hours, the instructor would randomly comment on the talisman structure and writing errors of some freshmen.

Thinking of this, she stepped down from the podium and began to inspect before collecting the papers.

If everyone stopped writing, she would end the exam.

As expected.

Almost everyone has put down their pens, frowning, and searching for unreliable memories.

For Zhang Huaigu, this means that the exam is over.

The school's certification standard for talismans is to be able to skillfully produce 365 commonly used talismans.

Even if you think for a second longer while writing, you are still unskilled!

If First University recognized such unskilled students, the wizarding world would question the school's professionalism.

This is absolutely not allowed.

With these harsh thoughts, Zhang Huaigu walked to the last row of the classroom.

Then she saw a new baby.

A very skilled freshman.

Like all freshmen, this freshman was wearing a regular red robe, with the buttons on the collar and the silk ribbon around his waist tied neatly in accordance with the school regulations.

This freshman's face is a little round, and his eyebrows are not thick, but with his bright eyes, he exudes a stubborn aura.

At this moment, he was pressing his lips tightly and concentrating on sketching a talisman.

On the test paper, the bright red number had jumped to three hundred and forty-nine.

Three hundred and forty-nine!

Zhang Huaigu felt suffocated in his heart and almost exclaimed - this is already the best result in the past! The requirements to register as a wizard have almost been met!

The wizard's powerful spirit allowed her to maintain a calm demeanor.

The talisman that Xinsheng was sketching was very familiar to her. It was the No. 5 talisman in the Yang Yao Condition Zhen System.

Many seniors will not learn this talisman. Because this talisman is too difficult and falls within the scope of study by registered wizards.

But this new student used skillful techniques to perfectly present this talisman on the test paper.

Yes, skillfully and perfectly.

It took less than ten seconds, and the runes were outlined without a trace of error. The folding and closing of the stacked pens was so natural that it made people want to cry.

Lecturer Zhang’s thin eyebrows were knitted together, making her fair and quiet face look particularly delicate.

She swiped her fingers behind her back, drawing out of thin air, and drew a string of talismans.

This is a simple barrier that can protect the new student from outside interference.

The talisman left his hand and turned into a halo of light.

Zhang Huaigu stood quietly beside the boy, without any trace of impatience.

Time passed by minute by minute.

More and more students put down their pens dejectedly and began to stare blankly at their test papers.

The teacher didn't say anything, nor did he collect the papers.

Soon, the smart students followed Lecturer Zhang and saw the only student in the classroom who was still writing furiously.

Then more and more eyes focused on that thin figure.

Whispers spread around the classroom along with curious glances.

Zheng Qing's identity as a public student was exposed and spread quickly.

There was a little more clarity in those scrutinizing eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a strange and envious atmosphere spread.

The teacher in the back row of the classroom remained silent, just silently looking at Zheng Qing who was concentrating on drawing the symbols.

Zheng Qing was completely unaware of this.

Not only because he was extremely focused when drawing the talisman and had nothing else in his mind; it was also because of the simple barrier Zhang Huaigu released around him.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

When three hours and nine minutes passed, Zheng Qing finally put down the purple hair in his hand.

One minute earlier than expected. If he were at home, my husband would praise himself! Maybe even cook some of his own special dishes!

He thought proudly, and began to clinch his fingers, shake his shoulders and neck, and simply move his hands and feet according to the 'no punch' routine - this was his habit every time he finished practicing the talisman.

As he put down his pen and started to move, everyone in the classroom let out a long sigh.

Finally finished!

Zheng Qing thought so.

Other students thought so.

Zhang Huaigu thought so too.

She put away the protective barrier and looked at Zheng Qing.

"Have you finished writing?" Teacher Zhang's tone was very gentle.

"It's over." Zheng Qing handed over his paper and looked at the unclear looks around him, feeling a little uneasy in his heart: "Am I the slowest?"

"It's indeed a bit overtime." The teacher's tone was unexpectedly kind: "How many silences were there?"

"One thousand two hundred and ninety-six." He was indeed the slowest. Zheng Qing was a little frustrated and reported the number honestly: "I only learned so much."

"Okay." The teacher took away the papers and waved his hand to signal everyone: "get out of class is over. Everyone has worked hard in this class!"

Then she hurried out of the classroom holding a large pile of test papers.

Because I was walking too hastily, I staggered when I stepped off the podium and almost fell.

After watching Lecturer Zhang leave, the classroom immediately became noisy.

Whoops, a large group of freshmen rushed to the back row of the classroom and surrounded Zheng Qing, startling him.

"Thirteen hundred! You can do it!" Fatty Xin frowned with a bitter and resentful expression: "You still look like you don't understand anything in front of me. Do you know that you deserve a beating?"

"There are only one thousand, two hundred and ninety-six valid talismans announced by the International Federation of Wizards. Where did the thousand and three come from? If you are stupid, don't talk too much." Xiao Xiao opened his black notebook and looked at the fat man with contempt on his face.

"You're not stupid, how much have you written?" Xin glanced sideways at him.

Xiao Xiao decisively shut her mouth.

"Should I borrow a pen and put it in the dormitory?" Zhang Jixin shouted anxiously from the other side, reaching out to grab Zheng Qing's purple hair.

"You'd probably have a better effect by chewing off his brain." Fatty Xin rubbed Zheng Qing's head seriously.

In the few words of explanation from others, Zheng Qing finally understood what happened.

Apart from him, Liu Feifei, the newcomer with the most numbers, only played more than 200 runes silently.

According to Xiao Xiao's explanation, in the long history of First University, freshmen could only complete 360 ​​runes at most.

In other words, he broke the school record.

A huge sense of relief filled his chest, making him almost breathless.

"You are truly worthy of being a public-funded student!"

"so amazing!"

"I finally know why you got that invitation."

Almost every boy who left the classroom would pat him on the shoulder and praise him with envy.

Girls, on the other hand, will look up and down with curious and bold eyes.

Zheng Qing felt that his face had never been so red.