It turned out that taking an exam could also be easy, pleasant, pressure-free—even an opportunity to focus entirely on watching the drama unfold—as long as you were the proctor.
And if you had just happened to taken the monthly exam yourself, then like Zheng Fa, you would experience the inexplicable thrill of fortunes turning, of the dragon-slaying youth finally becoming the dragon.
He stood at the front of the hall. Before him were three low desks, behind which sat Gao Yuan, Seventh Young Master, and his little sister Zheng Shan.
Each wore a completely different expression.
Gao Yuan's nervousness was mixed with fighting spirit, as though he were ready to make a grand showing.
Seventh Young Master fidgeted restlessly and kept looking around, seeming never to have experienced a scene like this.
His little sister Zheng Shan was not nervous at all. Instead, she twisted about in her seat, her bright eyes darting everywhere as she curiously inspected this unfamiliar study.
Of course, giving the three of them a surprise examination was not because Zheng Fa wanted some amusement. Well, at least not entirely.
Madam had tied the success or failure of the Ascension Gate to the position of the Eldest Miss's personal attendant. The only thing Zheng Fa could do now was improve Seventh Young Master's attainments in talisman arts.
With only two months, he could only use a crash-course method to train Seventh Young Master.
But that required Seventh Young Master's cooperation. At the very least, he needed to study harder.
How should Seventh Young Master's current state of study be described?
...His sleep quality was excellent whenever he read.
In Zheng Fa's view, Seventh Young Master was not stupid. But more than a decade of lazy, willful living had made it difficult for him to study diligently