Monday, January 5th.

On the tenth day of the lunar month, Xiaohan.

It is advisable to accept color, ask for names, sacrifices, and marry;

Don't, open the market, bury, repair the grave.

None of the taboos are related to exams, and it does seem to be a good day for exams - metaphysically speaking, this day is fair to everyone, at least, no one will use the excuse that they are sensitive and taboo and play abnormally.

This day is the first day of the final exams of the first university and nine colleges.

Early in the morning, the atmosphere in the school was already very depressed.

From the Flying Garden, where morning classes are held, to the cafeteria where breakfast, to the bluestone paths under the boulevards, every figure passing by is hurried and expressionless, or with their heads bowed, small pieces of paper in their hands, and words in their mouths, trying to make one last struggle before entering the examination room.

This situation made Zheng Qing feel mixed.

Happily, everyone's attention is focused on the exam, which naturally reduces the attention paid to him, the new 'Great Arcana-World', and greatly reduces his external pressure.

The worry is that this nervous state of other people deeply infected Zheng Qing. Originally, his mentality was relatively relaxed, but under the influence of others, he unconsciously became nervous.

Just like now.

Because the first exam was the written part of Charms, he took the notes of the Charms class early in the morning and began to recite the words, and he didn't even put down the morning class, and even when he was eating breakfast, he was still reciting the international standards of the Dharma Book and the principles of using the Dharma Book—and only at this time would he have a deep envy and jealousy for Dr. Xiao.

In the entire 403 dormitory, or in the entire Astronomy 08-1 class, perhaps only Dr. Xiao Da was able to use the law book to experiment with the subtle differences between the casting of different spells before the written test began.

"I really want to rip out your brain and stew it. So said the young government-funded student.

Dr. Xiao stared at him, and reminded, "You are a pure-blooded human and do not have the abilities of zombies or vampires...... I don't think you're going to get a good grade by eating my brain. ”

"In other words, if I eat, I'll get a good grade, right?" asked Dylan, who was eating in the cafeteria with them, with a grin.

Zheng Qing tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Isn't your academy's examination method a fight? What use do you want his brain...... If you really have that idea, the elder's brain is more suitable for you than the doctor's. ”

Go eat Zhang Jixin's brain?

Dylan grinned and didn't pick up the stubble. He had a broken skull to do it. According to the Zhang family's inherited fiery temper and short-term protection habits, if Dylan really did something, then his two beautiful little fangs must have been pulled out before he ate the stew.

"Can you talk about some light topics when you eat," Xin Fat Man grabbed the red-skinned buns, one bite at a time, his mouth was full of oil, and at the same time he complained angrily: "I have no appetite for what you said." ”

The other three skewed at the fat man, skeptical of his 'lack of appetite'.

However, watching the fat man eat did make Zheng Qing a little more appetizing.

He couldn't help but follow the fat man, and picked up a red-skinned bun on the plate - the meal on the day of the exam was also very particular - just like this red-skinned bun, which was the staple food of breakfast in the cafeteria today, stuffed with fallacies, buns wrapped in blood-red dough, and then served on a plate made of willow branches, six on a plate.

The steamed bun symbolizes blessings and is also known as 'blessing buns', while a plate of six symbolizes six great shuns.

Each student has to eat at least one plate of blessing buns.

After all, this is a wizard's university, and the occult has always had a huge market among students. Believing in what is there rather than believing in what is not is the unifying attitude of all people when facing the occult.

It is the masters of the school cafeteria, who will maintain this tacit practice with Xiao Yi.

Although it is not possible to add elixir to porridge or soy milk, the chefs in the canteen still carefully match the 'special' breakfast suitable for the candidates.

In addition to 'Fu Bao', there is also 'Fu Yu'.

The so-called 'Fu Tang' is a small jar of indigo-colored viscous liquid, which looks like soy milk made from peas or raw monk beans mixed with unknown herbs, and it is soy milk that has not been filtered out.

"Fuyu can help us neutralize the cluttered spirit...... Before the exam, our spirit needs to be in a very pure state...... This state increases the sensitivity of our souls, increases the speed of our reactions, and helps us prepare to grasp the subtle changes in the casting of spells. ”

When it comes to eating, Xin Fatzi seems to be an artist, sitting at the dining table, explaining today's breakfast to his companions, and talking eloquently: "The fallacy is the protagonist of blessings, and blood is an ancient elixir...... And this blessed soup carries the blessings of countless candidates in history!"

Zheng Qing used a lot of strength to remind the fat man that this morning was a written exam in Charms, and he hadn't yet reached the practical subject, so he didn't need to put so much effort into 'purifying' his spirit.

"The so-called 'Fu Tang' is actually a nutrient solution made by mixing soy milk, egg whites, rosemary, mint and dragon tooth grass, which can slightly improve your concentration and keep you awake. Dr. Xiao listened to the side and quietly explained to Zheng Qing.

At the end, he added, "Oh, by the way, if you don't have much confidence, I suggest you add some trimmings to the soup...... Many people like to add a few spoonfuls of incense ash from the Wenqu Xing Temple to it, which is said to be very effective...... If you don't have a way, I can get someone out of Atlas School for a little bit. ”

As a 'faith-based' college, Atlas Academy has always had no shortage of deities.

Zheng Qing shook his head vigorously and showed his attitude.

"If you have a way, you can buy some goods and sell them in D&K," he said, as if remembering something, adding, "Since the winter hunt, the school no longer requires people to hunt rats or corpse-eating beetles, and business has been sluggish." ”

"That kind of thing, let's talk about it after the exam. Xin Fatzi interrupted the publicly-funded students' chatter in a rough voice, and emphasized: "The most important thing for us now, and the only thing we need to pay attention to, is the exam!"

Zheng Qing shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the breakfast in front of the fat man.

It can be seen that the fat man believes very much in the 'traditions' or 'home remedies' that Xiao Xiao just mentioned. He even reconfigured his breakfast according to his weight, referencing some of the popular sayings in modern occultism.

For example, the 'Fu Tang' was placed in front of the fat man more than three times as much as the others.

"Maybe you should prepare a urine bag before you go to the exam room. Zheng Qing finally reminded the fat man.