Iver was not the sort of person who liked to procrastinate.
Therefore, he brought Lily along, sat in his wheelchair, and followed Mycroft to the Wooden Barrel Club.
It was not far from the bishop's residence to begin with. They did not even need to find a carriage; they arrived after walking less than two streets.
"Don't you need to go back and ask for leave?"
On the way, Mycroft asked casually, wearing a black top hat.
"The Final Exam is next week, and most of my classes have already ended."
Iver shook his head. "There are only three classes left this week... I didn't have class today, which is why I came straight to find Sherlock."
"I see. Are you confident about the exam?"
"That definitely won't be a problem."
Iver chuckled, brimming with confidence.
He had not fallen behind in many classes to begin with. With Hai Na and Isabel helping him catch up, as well as the library slips his mentor had issued for him, Iver quickly caught up with the curriculum. He even had enough energy to start preparing for next year's courses.
Perhaps getting a perfect score in every subject like Hai Na was a bit of a stretch, but if he only needed to score at least "good" in every subject, he would have no problem even without reviewing.
"My lowest grade should still be a Five Petal Flower." Iver thought for a moment before giving a clear target.
The exams at Royal Law University did not have specific numerical scores. Instead, after the professors comprehensively reviewed the exam content, they awarded different stamps.
The passing stamp was a Three Petal Flower. Below that were a crying face representing "poor" and an angry face representing "very poor."
As long as one received a flower,