Master of Kaidan-Chapter 536 Exam Risks

"Ugh!"

Although Feng Xue didn’t actually throw up his dinner from the previous night but instead used an extremely clever trick to dump the food he had packed from the cafeteria, this ghost brother still let out a chilling scream and then swung his neck, which had turned wavy, like a skipping rope, retreating out of the window.

At this moment, Feng Xue still maintained a sleepy posture, leisurely rubbing his eyes, then groped for a pair of glasses at the head of the bed and put them on his face, looking bewildered:

"Huh? Weird, I thought I threw up? Could it be a dream?"

After speaking, he shook his head and just sat at the bedside, holding a photocopy of his notes, flipping through it, looking like a good student.

Maybe it was the psychological shadow that his earth-shattering act left on the long-necked ghost was too strong, as he waited in the dormitory for a full half hour, and still didn’t see the ghost coming back for revenge.

"About time."

Feng Xue closed his notebook and packed it into his bag, put a hard-to-understand spell on the dorm as usual, and returned to Class 2, Year 3.

But as he stepped through the door, a series of gazes suddenly fell upon him, as the sudden focus of the gazes startled Feng Xue.

"Crap, the standard entrance gaze of death, is it?"

Feng Xue suppressed his grim expression and looked back, then realized...

Everyone’s expressions seemed a bit off.

The nearly thirty people in class had a gaze that wasn’t cold and eerie like in mysterious tales or ghost movies, nor was it the weird, unsmiling stare, but rather...

A feeling of curiosity mixed with confusion.

However, this situation disappeared within a very short time, and after a brief silence, everyone started to communicate again.

Feng Xue began to wonder if he had triggered some kind of special mechanism, until he heard a classmate who had lunch with him today boasting to the other boys—

"Why’d I lie, I took a nap at noon, and then there was a tent pole! Don’t you think, girls who like to sleep in class are bigger than those who study all day?"

"Crap, just for this?"

Feng Xue felt a wave of "WTF" inside, but he didn’t let his guard down, carefully placing the suddenly appeared salt into his bag, and then sat back in his seat to study.

This time didn’t last long because soon, as the monotonous bell rang, the homeroom teacher walked into the classroom with a dark face, and all the noise instantly fell silent.

"Starting with the first row, Li Xiaoming, everyone recite a sentence!"

The students in the classroom heard this and were in an uproar. The homeroom teacher frowned and said:

"What? A few days off and you forget to review before class? How did I teach you before? And the text in the first Chapter of the book is very important, memorizing them is for your own good. Start now, Li Xiaoming, you’re first!"

"Crap!"

Listening to the classmate called Li Xiaoming stand up and stutter out the first sentence, Feng Xue rolled his eyes, immediately opened the textbook, and when he checked the first lesson, it turned out to be Dou’e’s Grievance.

Oh boy, this stuff...

"Can you recite it?" Feng Xue counted the heads, seeing his sentences, to avoid encountering scenarios like "Teacher, I didn’t memorize it" "You stand, the next, continue after him," he looked a couple of sentences before and after, confirming no trap, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

He wasn’t worried about his actions being too obvious. After all, now in class, nine out of ten people were cramming at the last minute.

Of course, his deskmate was an exception.

"Deserves to be a kaidan-level good deskmate!"

Feng Xue sighed in admiration in his heart but maintained the appearance of a good student, but before his turn, a sharp scream came from next door—

"F*** your immortal!"

Amid the spraying of national curses, a powerful aura swept down overwhelmingly, but in just a few breaths, that suffocating feeling quietly disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

"Another player died?"

Feng Xue sighed inwardly, but he didn’t let it distract him, instead, he focused on handling the tests from the teacher and classmates.

After so many obstacles, he still hadn’t found a trace of the key element, making him somewhat concerned.

...

Sunday, September 2, 2001, weather, clear

Feng Xue sat in the classroom with his stationery bag, looking at the test paper in front of him, his face went dark.

He couldn’t help it because the illusionary object he had been thinking about was just lying in front of him—

Name: Illusionary Object · Baseline Chinese Test Paper for the First Semester of Class 2, Year 3

Elements: [Knowledge], [Exam], [Q&A], [Baseline]

Description: A new semester baseline test paper at xx Advanced Experimental Middle School, containing various questions about Chinese, please make sure to answer carefully.

Note: You might want to try handing in a blank paper, surprise awaits!

...

"I won’t even ask what that surprise is!"

Feng Xue grinned, finally suppressing his urge to sarcasm, wondering if the invigilator who seemed very unfriendly would consider it cheating if he took out a packet of salt in the exam?

Uh, wait~!

Feng Xue suddenly had a flash of inspiration, like Conan being hit by a laser sniper at the back of the head, then he casually pinched, activated the power of the money printer, and conjured a small denomination of paper money, then copied the answers to the dictation question onto it.

"No-thought divine power!"

Without needing to move a finger, just a thought, a spiritual aura enveloped the roll of bills, flying from the invigilator’s blind spot along the ground to the foot of the student furthest from Feng Xue in the classroom—on the roll call book, all the teachers’ evaluation of him was "problem student."

"Bang!"

The sound of paper hitting wood was very faint, but to the invigilator, it was ear-piercing.

He twisted his neck at an angle almost reaching human limits, then his body slowly turned with the neck, and that stiff sensation quickly reminded people that this was actually a supernatural film set.

And with the invigilator’s motion, the rustling sound of writing in the classroom also abruptly stopped.

"What’s this?"

The teacher looked at the small denomination paper bill on the floor, looked up at the underachieving student at the desk, the student looked at the bill, slightly concerned, hesitated, but spoke truthfully:

"Money?"

"Yours?" The invigilator asked verbally, but his gaze never left the coin, the underachiever hesitated, wanted to nod, but restrained and shook his head.

Seeing this, the invigilator reached out and picked up the bill from the floor, slowly unfolded it, and as the text appeared before him, his previously calm expression instantly became hideous—

"You, stand up!"

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