Exam Question Prediction Expert

Qiu Yuan observed for a while. Once he confirmed that none of the students were slacking off, he returned to the partitioned room and took out a file marked "Class 2 Grade 3" from the cabinet.

He flipped through more than a dozen pages and found the information he wanted.

In the "Name" field, two characters stood out clearly—Cheng Han.

Qiu Yuan murmured as he read, "Twelve years ago, his parents unfortunately encountered a 'Mystic Fiend' and passed away. He was taken in by the Benevolence Orphanage... Half a year ago, he passed the Benevolence Orphanage's assessment, moved out early, and was assigned a residence by the government.

"The assessment isn't easy. Most orphans can't pass it and can only leave once they turn sixteen. This kid managed it before he was even thirteen. That's quite impressive."

After reading the file, Qiu Yuan chuckled. "During the last Meditation Class, Cheng Han's observation result was only thirty-nine seconds, yet this time it increased by so much.

"I've taught Meditation Class for over twenty years. In all my years, there have only been nine students whose results made a leap of more than two seconds.

"Four of them later became Warriors. This kid increased by three whole seconds in one burst—his chances of becoming a Warrior in the future are quite high."

Qiu Yuan took out a fountain pen and drew a triangular symbol in the upper-right corner. "List this kid as a key observation target."

Tai'an Minor Spirit Realm's Black Armor Army had four battle groups in total.

Yet few people knew that the battle groups were not a solid block of iron. They competed with one another in many areas.

Selecting new recruits was one of them.

The Meditation Class teachers in every middle school secretly served one battle group or another, bearing the responsibility of selecting talent for them.

... Inside the Meditation Room.

Cheng Han began studying the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame.

Upon close inspection, he saw that within the core of the light cluster were faint, mysterious Light Thread structures, though more than half of them were incomplete.

Cheng Han muttered inwardly, Could this be the essence of a Residual Seal? By extension, could the true forms of the Source Sense Imprint and the Body Forging Imprint also be structures of this kind, made from Light Threads?

He personally felt that the possibility was extremely high.

Cheng Han focused his mind on the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame. The light cluster suddenly flickered, and profound knowledge poured forth from it. He naturally came to understand its purpose.

After digesting the knowledge, he was overjoyed. The Source Sense Imprint can only sense source energy. This thing is far more useful than the Source Sense Imprint.

Cheng Han tried activating the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame once.

As though it sensed its master's will, the Residual Seal's light cluster abruptly expanded and began drawing in spiritual power of its own accord.

In an instant, a warm current surged out of nowhere within his body and spread through all four limbs and every bone. His entire body became warm, as though he had been immersed in warmth.

With another thought from him, the light cluster returned to normal, and the warm current stopped.

Cheng Han seemed to understand. *The Fragmented Imprint of True Flame was born from analyzing the sun, so it can generate heat like the sun. The "flame" in its name must come from that.

Even in its incomplete state, it has such an effect. If it were restored in full, it would surely have even more functions.

... One hour later.

"Ding-ling!"

Qiu Yuan shook the Bell in his hand.

This signified the end of the Meditation Class.

Many students sprang to their feet as though fleeing disaster, eagerly packed away their cushions, and stumbled out of the Meditation Room.

This was normal.

After maintaining the same sitting posture for so long, numb legs and feet were hardly surprising.

Cheng Han had only just sat down after returning to the classroom when Qian Qingqing asked with a gossiping look, "Cheng Han, don't tell me you're Teacher Qiu's illegitimate son?"

The corner of his mouth twitched. He replied irritably, "If I tell Teacher Qiu you said that, how many ruler strikes do you think you'll get?"

Qian Qingqing hurriedly begged for mercy. "I was wrong!"

Cheng Han glanced at her and said nothing more.

Qian Qingqing changed the subject and asked in a low voice, "Oh, right. There's a math test in three days. Do you have any advice?"

Over the past half year, the little girl had personally witnessed her deskmate's almost miraculous talent for predicting exam questions. Especially when it came to the high-scoring major problems, he could predict nine out of ten correctly. She admired him immensely.

Of course, Cheng Han had never revealed that he possessed the Eye of Omniscience. Instead, he claimed that as long as one studied seriously, it was not difficult to guess a teacher's train of thought when setting questions.

Qian Qingqing even offered a reward. "Two more breakfasts. Including the one from before, that makes three breakfasts total. Each one will come with an Azure Dew Fruit, your favorite. How about it?"

Azure Dew Fruit was a premium fruit in this world, costing as much as forty Copper Coins apiece. Ordinary families could not bear to buy it at all. The little girl's family was quite well-off, and she often used Azure Dew Fruit to repay him for his help.

Cheng Han did not stand on ceremony. "Deal!"

He focused his mind and silently recited, Predict the last three major questions on the test.

A trace of coolness spread over the crown of his head again, and a stream of information appeared in his mind out of thin air.

His Spirit Value decreased by 0.5 points, but his Proficiency did not change.

Previously, when the skill was Level 1, predicting exam questions still granted Proficiency. But after advancing to Level 2, there was no longer any Proficiency reward. This showed just how difficult it was for the skill to level up.

Cheng Han tore off a sheet of paper, quickly wrote down three questions, and handed it to the little girl. "The types will be the same, but the questions can't possibly be identical. Remember to practice diligently, or you won't know how to solve them when the time comes."

He added another reminder, "Same old rule—don't spread them around."

Qian Qingqing folded the paper, her brows lifting with delight as she nodded. "Understood."

She was not stupid. She knew that if the questions spread around and everyone else's grades improved as well, then relatively speaking, the benefit she gained would be much smaller.

At that moment, a slightly chubby boy sitting in the back row watched the two chatting and laughing, unable to stop a jealous look from appearing on his face.

Most youths at this age had already begun to awaken to love, and Qian Qingqing was delicate, pretty, and adorable. Naturally, quite a few boys in the class secretly had a crush on her.

The slightly chubby boy stared at the little girl's fair profile and could not help but interject, "Qian Qingqing, what exactly is written on that paper that makes you so happy?"

Qian Qingqing's smile vanished by more than half in an instant. She replied stiffly, "Wen Jie, what does it have to do with you?"

The slightly chubby boy called Wen Jie gave an awkward laugh. "I'm just showing concern for a classmate."

Qian Qingqing snorted and gave him no pleasant expression at all. "I don't need your concern."

Wen Jie was choked speechless.

Then he suddenly made an invitation. "Cheng Han, the day after tomorrow is a school holiday. Some classmates and I are planning to go play at South Lake. Do you want to come along?"

Cheng Han was greatly speechless.

He could figure it out even by thinking with his toes: Wen Jie had definitely begun to secretly hate him, and this invitation harbored ill intent.

He looked directly into Wen Jie's eyes and connected to the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame.

At that instant, Wen Jie felt as though Cheng Han's gaze had become as scorching as flames. A faint burning pain even arose in his eyeballs.

The slightly chubby youth let out a low "Ah!" and hurriedly turned his head away from Cheng Han's gaze, instinctively closing his eyes at the same time.

Cheng Han silently curled his lips and turned away.

This was another technique for using the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame.

Wen Jie opened his eyes to a narrow slit and secretly watched Cheng Han's back. His expression revealed shock and uncertainty, mixed with a trace of fear.