A chance encounter with Neville in the cafeteria is just a small episode of Zheng Qing's campus life.

For the students of Jiuyou Academy, during this time, the most important thing in the world is the final exam. Whether it's the afterglow of the winter hunt that has just passed less than a week, or the new 'Arcana' list that "Wand" is about to release, there is no suffocating exam that is getting closer and closer.

Fortunately, the senior students have had several final exam experiences, so that they can adjust themselves to a certain extent when facing this atmosphere, so that their mentality will not explode.

And the lower grades, especially the freshmen who have just entered this year, do not have such a strong heart.

Because Jiuyou Academy is a college with a strong focus on fairness, the weight of exams in student promotion is very high. Final exams are particularly important as the most important way to test the learning results of a semester.

It's now the eighteenth week of school.

According to the syllabus released by the school, theoretically, from the nineteenth week, classes will be officially suspended and the state of exams will begin. But given the tension that pervades the school, the professors wisely abandon the tedious preaching in the classroom, and instead give up their time to the young wizards in the classroom.

"You're all adults, and it's not your first time taking the final exam, so you should all have more mature and effective learning methods for each of you. On Wednesday morning, Mr. Sima, a history lecturer, told everyone in the last class: "I am also from here, and I know that everyone is nervous now...... The only thing I hope is that you will not confuse the 'die-hard wizards' with the 'conservative wizards' during your exams, and remember the tremendous role of the Emancipation Proclamation of 1862 in modernizing the Milligian wizard society, as well as the taboo magical ...... that emerged from the 1918 Lich War."

said that it was the 'only' hope, but after Sima Yangyun mentioned the key points of the exam, he couldn't help but gush endlessly, and the talk lasted for more than half an hour, and the 'only' hope slowly turned into the hope of 'only ten' and 'only twenty and thirty'.

Zheng Qing sat at the back of the classroom, grabbing his hair as he kept adding a few more asterisks next to the key points that had already been drawn under the multiple wavy lines.

This is a very useless obsessive-compulsive disorder, because there are countless colored accents in the book, and he never seems to have time to review them again.

But if he doesn't mark it, he will fall into an inexplicable panic, always feeling that he has not reviewed any key points, and his heart is empty.

Relatively speaking, Zheng Qing's state is relatively normal.

Students like Zhang Jixin and Duan Xiaojian, who are so-so in their daily homework and whose memory is not very good, have become extremely difficult now. If they don't have anything in their minds, then it's good, and they go to the examination room to see if God appreciates their faces.

But the bad part is that they don't have a blank slate, but it's not a well-organized library. Their brains are more like a labyrinth, often hiding the correct information behind crooked secret passages, and whenever they pick up a pen, they always write some specious answers, such as writing the medicinal properties of Schizandra as cold, gallic as Ganwen, or misremembering the name 'Gavrino Princip' as 'Galinov Princip' - the former is the trigger for the Lich War, and the latter is a wild werewolf who preaches vegetarianism.

Faced with this situation, there is no better way but to memorize it.

Therefore, after Sima Yangyun announced his free review, Zhang Jixin hugged his arms, rolled his eyes, and began to chant words to the bare wall beside him: "...... 1775 Lexington, 1777 Saratoga, 1783 Treaty of Paris ......"

"Elder, you can't remember it like this!" Zheng Qing listened to the buzzing sound next to him, and he didn't stop for a long time, and finally turned his head a little helplessly, looked at Zhang Jixin, and interrupted: "Memorizing historical time must be combined with events, and it is easy to make mistakes by memorizing only part of the content...... Just like you just said, there are many articles in the "Peace of Paris", such as the "Peace of Paris" between the Blood Demon Party and the secret party in 1783, the "Peace of Paris" between the dwarves and the snowmen in 1814, and the "Peace of Paris" in 1919 during the interval of the Lich War, and also signed a "Peace of Paris" ......"

"Yes, yes, what you said is right!" Zhang Jixin waved his hand as if he was driving away a fly, without the slightest pause in his mouth, still stubbornly insisting on his own way of reviewing: "...... 1775 Lexington, 1777 Saratoga, 1783 Treaty of Paris ......"

Zheng Qing let out a long sigh, touched the gray cloth bag, and pulled out two meditation talismans from it.

No way, talismans always have to be used at the most critical time. Is there a more critical moment than an exam?

Compared to the buzzing red-faced wizard and the distraught public scholarship student, Fat Xin looked much more relaxed. He even has the mind to look left and right, and make small moves with the rest of the class. From time to time, Zheng Qing could see a paper frog or a paper mouse come out of the hole in the fat man's table and crawl slowly to a place not far from the adjacent table.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but poke the fat man with a brush before slapping the meditation talisman towards his head.

The barrel of the pen poked at the fat man's back, poking out a satisfying depression.

"Shh......h

"Business?" Zheng Qing blinked, looking puzzled.

"If you haven't been missing from time to time these days, you should know what business I'm doing. The fat man sneered, seemingly without further explanation.

Zheng Qing pursed his lips and put a meditation talisman on his head with a 'snap'.

Then with a change of hand, with a 'snap', he slapped another meditation talisman on Zhang Jixin's back.

"Thank you...... Elder Zhang didn't reply, but just waved his hand behind Zheng Qing's friendly back, still chanting to the wall: "1775 Lexington, 1777 Saratoga......"

"Anyway, what have you been up to lately? Xiao Xiao, who had been flipping through the notebook beside him, heard this and turned his head to look at Zheng Qing.

"Well, I'm just busy in the library. Zheng Qing explained vaguely, and at the same time subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction where Yelena was. The gypsy witch was burying her head behind a pile of books, and from Zheng Qing's point of view, she could only see her large burgundy wavy curls.