: Fan Wai 1 Forgotten Exam

The calendar turns to the eighth week, and half of the second semester of the first school year has passed.
The mid-term exam was accompanied by precarious catkins and vying flowers. The mood of most students in the university is completely opposite to the bright sunshine and bright spring outside the window.
It seemed to usher in a cold spring, and it was chilly from inside to outside.
Because in Jiuyou colleges, exams are the most important way for students to obtain credits-even if this kind of mid-semester exams do not account for a high proportion of the comprehensive evaluation at the end of the school year. But for first-year students, it is still something worthy of attention.
In addition, for senior students, credits are not only a necessary capital to maintain campus life, but also a necessary resource for advanced formal registered wizards.
Every officially registered wizard has a fundamental difference compared with ordinary wizards. And this distinction is achieved through a ceremony.
How the specific ceremonies are held, the first-year students are very confused. But after half a year of experience, everyone knows that the advanced ceremony needs to be prepared and completed by the students themselves. The corresponding key materials and resources must be exchanged safely and completely through the school.
It's just that the school is surprisingly stingy in this regard, and only willing to exchange credits for these resources.
Therefore, sufficient credits are an insurmountable barrier for every student who wants to become a registered wizard.
As it was only a mid-semester test, the professors did not make everyone too embarrassed. All the exams are also arranged in class for examination.
Lao Yao's curse class is the first big class every week, and the prelude to the midterm exam will also begin here.
As usual, Old Yao shook his head and wandered into the classroom humming a small song. But after entering the classroom, he couldn't help being a little confused. The usual scattered scenes are no longer visible. Everyone is sitting in their respective positions, looking sadly at the textbooks and notebooks on the table.
There was the nervous student, holding the book of Fa, whispering familiar with the mantra, praying that no practical content would be involved in the exam.
"Did I leave any particularly difficult homework for the last class?" The professor asked in amazement as he walked up to the podium. At the same time, he opened his handout and wanted to see what his homework left for the last class.
"Isn't this class a mid-term exam?" Jiang Yu sat in the middle of the first row of the classroom. He was also the monitor. At this moment, he had to assume the duties of the monitor and reminded the professor in a low voice.
"Mid-term exam?" Old Yao froze in midair with his hand looking through the handout.
He blinked his small dark eyes, and for a moment, he smiled awkwardly: "Oh, yes, the midterm exam... well. There is such a thing."
At this moment, even as dull as Zheng Qing realized that the professor seemed, probably, seemed to have forgotten about the midterm exam.
There was a low, disturbing commotion in the classroom.
"Ahem," Old Yao coughed dryly and raised his voice slightly, "Um... the mid-term exam is temporarily arranged in the second half. Now let's open the textbook and turn to page 189. Last class talked about blessings. Spell-like mantras have some characteristics in writing above, we will continue this lesson."
After that, he beckoned and motioned Jiang Yu to step forward.
The witch walked to the podium in confusion.
"Well, this part is very simple. You should know how to do it." Old Yao smiled and looked at the squad leader Jiang, and whispered: "You go to my office, there is a stack of exam papers in the upper right corner of the table... Take it, and take it for a while. For exams."
Jiang Yu nodded very seriously and agreed.
Not many people heard this conversation, but Li Meng, who was sitting next to Jiang Yu, heard it clearly. She was not as well-bred as her cousin, and her mouth was broken. Within ten minutes, everyone in the class knew.
Facts have proved that the midterm exam is not only forgotten by a professor.
Professor Tesla, who is in charge of the alchemy class, has no concept of mid-term exams at all. When he heard the monitor mention this in class, he used it to study planning in surprise, read it with frown, and finally sneered.
"Wasting time!" This was the old professor's only evaluation of the midterm exam.
Of course, the fact that professors can express their contempt for the midterm exam does not mean that they will ignore the school's rules and regulations. After despising the teaching methods of Jiuyou College, the old man left behind the teaching plan issued by the school.
The graduate student who left him is responsible for the exam matters of the astronomy 08-1 class.
The young teaching assistants were all over here, turning a blind eye to the look in the students' expectation, smiling, and strictly performing the task of in-class assessment.
Each student must submit an introductory report on "The Distribution Situation and Dynamic Preferences of Spirituality Concentration in the Three-Dimensional Space of Wizard World Energy Measurement Method" according to the format. Although they don't quite understand the meaning of these names, everyone feels that this thing is very powerful.
Of course, not all professors are as casual as Old Yao or Mr. Tesla. There are also some professors who strictly follow the school’s examination system, distribute examination papers, establish examination rooms, and determine invigilation; many students complain.
Such as Fulu class, such as astronomy class, such as potions class.
Among them, Professor Li Qihuang's topics are the most difficult.
A paper with thirty-two test questions, he mixed up more than a dozen aspects such as herbal medicine, enchanted plant, psychedelic 34th standard potion formula, and the key points of the samādhi view of fire that he has not learned yet. Baked Zheng Qing's scalp was swollen and his eyes were straight. After a lesson, the fingers on the paper were sore that they could hardly stretch.
"Why can't everyone choose a simple and quick test method like Professor Yi?" The young public-sponsored student complained loudly to his companions, sipping the flower juice in the cup.
Flowers are in full bloom in spring, and a drink made with nectar and floral fragrance is popular on campus recently, which is very popular among students. After school meals, I can often see many people chatting and chatting together.
"If your partner is Nicholas or Elder Zhang, you should know that Professor Yi's mid-term exams are not easy at all." Fatty Xin slid through the flowers, angrily at the young public-funded students.
The midterm exam of Ibzi in the divination class is practical.
He asked everyone to predict the midterm exam results of a designated student and distributed the necessary relevant media.
Zheng Qing’s partner is Xiao Xiao—this is simply a gift—the young public-funded student didn’t even waste a little bit of magic power on his body. He directly filled in '100 points' in the divination conclusion, and then copied it in the divination process. Standard answers in textbooks.
"This is trust in you." Faced with Dr. Xiao Da's suspicious look, the young public student replied.
"No, you're just lazy." Xiao Xiao worked very hard and earnestly diagnosed Zheng Qing's test scores~EbookFREE.me~ and finally filled in a 100 points in the fortune-telling conclusion.
There is nothing more funny than this.
"You don't need to work so hard at all," Zheng Qing analyzed triumphantly: "As long as you have a little confidence in yourself, you should know that my'divination' conclusions are unequivocal... This means that my divination conclusions are completely correct. , Which means that I can get full marks...Where else do I need to use crystal balls, tortoise shells, and jasmine to calculate?"
"I can't pull myself to the same level as you." Dr. Xiao Da sneered.
In addition to the above subjects, the other exams are lackluster.
Sima Yangyun in the history class asked everyone to submit a 10,000-word outline of human history, which must be the history he observed and read.
Zheng Qing also took a murloc language as an elective course. The midterm exam for this course is rather annoying, and the test is for the translation of murloc language. The young public-funded students had to endure the smelly air in the classroom and listened to a young murloc on the podium screaming for a whole class.
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