Exam Risk

"Vomit!"

Although Feng Xue didn't actually vomit up the leftovers, but rather used an extremely skillful method to pour the food she had previously collected from the cafeteria into it, the ghost still let out an extremely tragic scream, and then swung its wavy neck like a rope before retreating out of the window.

At this moment, Feng Xue still maintained her sleepy demeanor, slowly rubbing her eyes, then reaching for a pair of glasses from the bedside table and putting them on, looking completely bewildered.

"Huh? That's weird, I think I threw up? Was I dreaming?"

After saying that, he shook his head, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a photocopy of his notebook and started flipping through it, looking every bit the model student.

However, perhaps the psychological trauma inflicted on the Long Neck Ghost by his earth-shattering vomit was too severe, because he waited in the dormitory for a full half hour, but the ghost did not return to seek revenge.

"It's almost time."

Feng Xue closed her notebook, put it in her School Bag, and after doing what she usually did in the dormitory—something she found hard to understand—she returned to Class 3 of the second year of high school.

But the moment he stepped through the door, a series of gazes suddenly fell upon him, and the sudden focus of those gazes made Feng Xue shudder.

"Damn, is that the standard entrance eye-killer move?"

Feng Xue suppressed her darkening expression and looked back, then discovered...

The way everyone was looking at me seemed a little off.

The class of nearly thirty students didn't have the chilling, sinister gaze typical of Weird Tale or horror movies, nor were they staring blankly with an eeriness; rather, they had a...

A sense of bewilderment mingled with curiosity.

However, this situation disappeared again in a very short time, and after that moment of silence, everyone started talking again.

Feng Xue began to wonder if he had triggered some special mechanism, until he overheard a classmate he had lunch with earlier that day bragging to other boys—

"Why would I lie to you? I took a short nap at noon today, and when I woke up, I was absolutely rock solid! Don't believe me? Think about it, aren't the girls who like to sleep in class bigger than the girls who study all day?"

"Damn, just for this?"

Feng Xue was inwardly shocked, but she didn't let her guard down. She carefully stuffed the salt that had appeared out of nowhere into her School Bag, then sat back down and started reading.

This period of silence 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 Li Xiaoming in the first row, everyone recite one line!"

Upon hearing this, the students in the classroom erupted in an uproar. The homeroom teacher, hearing the commotion, immediately frowned and said:

"What, you've been on holiday for a few days and you've even forgotten that you need to preview the material before class? How did I teach you before? Besides, the texts in the first chapter of the textbook are very important. I made you memorize them for your own good. Now, Li Xiaoming, you go first!"

"Grass!"

Hearing the classmate called Li Xiaoming stand up and stammering out the first sentence, Feng Xue rolled her eyes, immediately opened her textbook, and looked at the content of the first lesson, which turned out to be the Dou E Yuan.

Good heavens, this thing...

"Can you recite it?" Feng Xue counted the heads, and when he saw his own lines, to avoid a scene like "Teacher, I didn't recite it" or "You stand, next one, take over his line," he looked at the lines before and after, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no pitfalls.

He wasn't worried about his behavior being too obvious, since nine out of ten students in the class were cramming at the last minute.

Of course, his deskmate was an exception.

"What a fantastic deskmate, worthy of Weird Tale!"

Feng Xue sighed inwardly, but maintained the demeanor of a good student. However, before she could even see him, a piercing scream came from next door—

"I'll call you an immortal!"

As the profanities erupted, a powerful aura pressed down, but in just a few breaths, the suffocating feeling vanished without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

"Another player died?"

Feng Xue sighed inwardly, but she didn't let herself be distracted. Instead, she focused on dealing with the tests from her teachers and classmates.

Having passed so many levels, Feng Xue still hadn't seen any trace of the element, which made him somewhat concerned.

September 2, 2001, Sunday, Weather: Sunny

Feng Xue sat in the classroom with her pencil case in hand, staring at the Exam Paper in front of her, her face darkening.

It couldn't help but darken, because the Phantom Object he so desperately longed for was now laid out right before him—

Title: Phantom Object - Grade 11 Class 3 First Semester Chinese Language Diagnostic Test

Elements: [Knowledge], [Exam], [Questions and Answers], [Diagnosis]

Brief Description: This is a mock Exam Paper for the New Semester at XX Higher Experimental Middle School. It contains various questions about Chinese Language. Please answer them carefully.

Note: You might want to try submitting a blank paper – you might be surprised!

"I won't ask what the surprise is!"

Feng Xue grimaced, but ultimately suppressed the urge to complain. Who knew if taking out a bag of salt in the exam room would be considered cheating by that obviously intimidating proctor?

Uh, wait a minute!

Suddenly, Feng Xue had a flash of Spiritual Light, as if Conan had been hit in the back of the head by a laser sniper rifle. Then, he casually rubbed out a small banknote, activated the Money Printer Authority, and copied the answer to the dictation question onto it.

"The Mindless Divine Power!"

Without lifting a finger, with just a thought, a spiritual energy enveloped the roll of banknotes, sending it flying from the proctor's blind spot, skimming the ground, to the feet of the student furthest from Feng Xue in the classroom—a student whose name was listed as a "problem student" by all the teachers on the attendance sheet.

"Smack!"

The sound of the paper roll tapping against the wood was very faint, but to the proctor, it was extremely jarring.

He turned his head at an angle almost beyond human limits, and then his body slowly turned with his neck. The stiffness instantly made people recall that what was originally a normal school scene was actually a supernatural movie set.

As the proctor made his move, the rustling sound of writing in the classroom abruptly stopped.

"What's this?"

The teacher glanced at the roll of small-denomination banknotes on the floor, then looked up at the struggling student at the desk. The student looked at the banknotes, slightly concerned, hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth:

"Money?"

"Yours?" the proctor asked, his gaze never leaving the coin. The underachiever hesitated, wanting to nod, but ultimately shook his head.

Seeing this, the proctor reached out and picked up the banknote from the ground. He slowly unfolded it, and as the text appeared before his eyes, his previously calm expression instantly turned ferocious.

"You, stand up!"

It's true that lack of sleep can lead to flat chests and erectile dysfunction. You can see for yourself that most high school girls who do well in school have flat chests, and those who don't usually have flat chests from before middle school.

Regarding the Yang Wei threat theory, this is also a classic example. During the pandemic, no matter how much we promoted wearing masks, there were still people who wouldn't wear them. Then someone spread the rumor that the pandemic caused Yang Wei, and as a result, all the men obediently wore masks.

As for why the ghost didn't resist... when you're eating drunken shrimp, do you ever imagine the shrimp suddenly spitting into your mouth?