Hunting College

　　The paper for the test paper is a very regular eight-open type.

　　 If you follow the size of the general talisman, it is estimated that only eight talisman can be installed.

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

　　 Zheng Qing couldn't help but look around.

　　 Everyone is seriously dealing with the paper in hand.

do not care.

　　 Zheng Qing held the pen, absorbed the ink, analyzed it on the inkstone, calmed his mind, and the first talisman on the talisman appeared in his mind.

　　 Tap lightly, mention again, retract freely.

　　 In less than ten seconds, a complicated talisman was completely lying in the frame. Because there is no need to instill spirits, this rune is already written.

　　 The test paper seems to have some induction, the surface of the roll paper slightly undulates, and the written Fulu slowly seeps into the test paper and disappears. In the blank space next to the rune box, a bright red symbol "1" appeared.

　　 Zheng Qing suddenly. Holding the pen, dipping it in the inkstone pool, began to draw the second talisman.

　　 Time goes by every minute and every second.

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

　　 An hour has passed.

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

　　 The freshmen began to pass their eyes silently, trying to see a hint of inspiration in the pupils of their friends.

　　 Even the serious-faced top students in the first row have not started writing for nearly ten minutes.

Lecturer 　　 Zhang nodded, she also felt that this was basically the limit of these freshmen.

　　 The previous exams generally lasted about an hour; in the remaining two hours, the instructor would randomly comment on the structure and writing errors of some freshmen.

　　 Thinking of this, she walked off the stage and started the inspection before rewinding.

　　 If everyone stops writing, she will end the exam.

　　 As expected.

　　 Almost all of them have put down their pens, frowned, and searched for unreliable memories.

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

　　 The school's certification standard for Fulu study is to be able to proficiently produce three hundred and sixty-five commonly used Fulus.

　　 Even if I think for a second while writing, I am still unskilled!

　　 If the first university recognizes such unskilled students, the wizarding world will question the professionalism of the school.

　　 This is absolutely not allowed.

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

　　 Then, she saw a new student.

　　 A very skilled freshman.

　　 Like all freshmen, this freshman is wearing a regular red robe, the buttons on the neckline, and the silk on the waist are all neatly and neatly tied according to the school regulations.

　　 This newborn face is a bit round, and the eyebrows are not thick, but with those bright eyes, it has a stubborn breath.

　　 At this moment, he is pursing his lips tightly, drawing a talisman in full concentration.

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

　　 Three hundred forty-nine!

　　 Zhang nostalgic heart suffocated, almost exclaimed-this is the best result in the past! Almost has reached the requirements of a registered wizard!

　　 The powerful spirit of the wizard kept her calm.

　　 The talisman currently sketched in Xinsheng's pen is very familiar to her. It is the number one talisman in the earthquake system under positive conditions.

　　 Many senior seniors will not learn this talisman. Because this talisman is too difficult, it belongs to the scope of registered wizard study.

　　 But this new student used a proficient technique to perfectly present this talisman on the test paper.

　　 Yes, skilled and perfect.

　　 takes less than ten seconds, the rune outlines without a trace of fallacy, and the folding and unfolding of the pen makes people want to cry naturally.

Lecturer 　　Zhang's thin eyebrows are frowned together, and her white and quiet face is very delicate.

　　 She flicked her fingers behind her back, drew out of thin air, and hooked out a series of talisman.

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

　　 Fuluo left his hand, turning into a halo and shrouded him.

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

　　 Time flows by one minute and one second.

　　 More and more students put down their pens dejectedly, and began to stare at their own test papers in a daze.

　　 Teacher did not speak, and did not collect papers.

　　 Soon, the clever student has followed Lecturer Zhang to see the only student in the classroom who is still struggling to write.

　　 Then more and more eyes focused on the thin figure.

　　 Whispers spread through the classroom with curious eyes.

　　 The identity of Zheng Qing's public-sponsored student was broken and spread rapidly.

　　 There was a little more clarity in those scrutinizing eyes.

　　 Then, an atmosphere of weirdness and envy filled.

　　 The teacher in the back row of the classroom still said nothing, but silently looked at Zheng Qing who focused on drawing symbols.

　　 Zheng Qing didn't notice this.

　　 is not only because of his extremely convergent mind and nothing outside of his mind when drawing the talisman; it is also because of the simple barrier that Zhang Huaigu released around him.

One hour.

　　 Two hours.

Three hours.

　　 When the time passed by three hours and nine minutes, Zheng Qing finally put down the Zihao in his hand.

　　 is one minute earlier than expected. If you are at home, your husband should praise yourself! Maybe I will cook some good dishes for myself!

　　 He thought triumphantly, and started shaking his fingers, shoulders and neck, and simply moved his hands and feet according to the ‘no punch’ routine—this is his habit every time he finishes practicing talisman.

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

　　 finally finished!

　　 Zheng Qing thought so.

　　 Other students think so.

　　 Zhang Huaigu thinks so too.

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

　　 "Did you finish?" Teacher Zhang's tone was very gentle.

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

　　 "It is indeed timed out." The teacher's tone was unexpectedly kind: "How many silent?"

　　 "One thousand two hundred and ninety-six." As expected, he was the slowest, Zheng Qing was a little depressed, and honestly reported: "I only learned so much."

　　 "Good." The teacher took away the papers and waved to everyone: "get out of class is over, everyone has worked hard in this class!"

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

　　Because of walking in a hurry, he staggered when he stepped off the stage and almost fell.

　　 After seeing the lecturer Zhang left ~www.ltnovel.com~ the classroom was immediately caught in a noisy sound.

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

　　 "One thousand three hundred! You can do it!" Fatty Xin wrinkled his face, with an expression of bitter grudges: "Still in front of me with a look that doesn't understand anything, don't you know it's awful!"

　　 "The valid talisman published by the International Wizarding Federation is only one thousand two hundred and ninety-six, where is the one thousand three. If you are stupid, don't talk too much." Xiao Xiao opened his black notebook and looked at the fat man with contempt.

　　 "You are not stupid, how much did you write?" Xin glanced at him diagonally.

　　 Xiao Xiao shut his mouth decisively.

　　 "Should I borrow a pen and put it in the dormitory for offering?" Zhang Jixin yelled anxiously on the other side, reaching out and grabbing Zheng Qing's Zihao.

　　 "It's probably better for you to chew his brain off." Fatty Xin rubbed Zheng Qing's head solemnly.

　　 After other people’s short explanations, Zheng Qing finally understood what had happened.

　　 Except for him, Liu Feifei, the most recent rookie, only silently produced more than two hundred runes.

　　According to Xiao Xiao’s explanation, in the long history of the First University, freshmen only completed 360 runes at most.

　　 In other words, he broke the school record.

　　 A huge sense of relief filled his chest, making him almost unable to breathe.

　　 "A real public student!"

"so amazing!"

　　 "Finally I know why you can get that invitation letter."

　　Almost every boy who leaves the classroom will pat his shoulder with admiration.

　　 and girls will look up and down with curious and bold eyes.

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