The Confused God of Nightmares and the Even More Confused Mortal
"Ding-dong ding-dong~~ Ding-dong ding-dong~~"
The pleasant bell suddenly rang, and the proctor, who was pacing between the desks, suddenly clapped his hands and said sternly:
"Everyone stop writing immediately and stand up! Place your scratch paper, Exam Paper, and answer sheet on the table in order, without leaving anything unnecessary!"
As soon as the words were spoken, all the candidates, whether they had already finished their Exam Paper or were still writing furiously, suddenly froze, as if a machine had been paused.
Having already been taking the exam all day, the three gods were familiar with the process. They were only allowed to leave after the teacher collected their answer sheets, scratch paper, and Exam Paper.
For various reasons, the three gods, who had never met at school before, suddenly found themselves together, but they looked at each other, unsure of how to begin.
"Heris, what's the answer to the third question?"
Suddenly, a student's voice broke through from the side. The voice acted like a switch, causing the students, who had been quiet, to quickly gather together and begin discussing the previous exam papers, leaving only the three gods and a few dream demons who had been assigned to this exam room remaining silent.
"How did you all do on the exam?" ×3
Almost simultaneously, the three gods uttered the same words in unison, followed by a long silence.
Finally, God of Nightmares said, somewhat awkwardly:
"Is it... alright?"
"Really? I can't do it! I couldn't answer so many questions! I don't know what's going on in the mortal realm. The same question has different answers at different times and in different places. How am I supposed to answer it?!"
The Lord of Incubus glanced at the God of Nightmares with a genuine expression, and the God of Sweet Dreams nodded in agreement.
"I prepared for a week, but it wasn't enough. I used up all my accumulated hope after only two exams, and the remaining two were completely guessed."
"Don't be discouraged. This school may look small, but it actually has millions of students (less than a million if you don't count the Dream Demons). There's no reason why we should be the worst, right?" The Lord of Incubus waved his hand forcefully, as if trying to shake off the frustration from the previous exams.
Seeing this, the God of Nightmares sighed slightly. Compared to those students who had studied diligently for many years, he had only been learning for less than a week. Even with the blessing of divine authority, he probably wouldn't be much better. Fortunately, the other two were probably about the same as him, so he wouldn't end up at the bottom...
"???" The next day, God of Nightmares, sitting in Class (43+5i) enjoying one-on-one tutoring, fell into deep thought. Although he knew that violating School Rules would result in being demoted, who on earth could break the rules and be demoted to an imaginary class? And how could he be so stupid as to believe those two bastards! Damn it!
"This environment is awful!" In Class F, sitting on a dirty cushion, looking at the desk covered in scribbled graffiti that looked like it would lower one's sanity, the God of Sweet Dreams muttered with a frown. The Lord of Incubus, however, laughed heartily upon hearing this.
"Really? I think it's pretty good!"
"I'm starting to suspect that you're actually taking orders on the side, just like the mortals speculate!" The God of Sweet Dreams surveyed her surroundings, looking at the Lord of Incubus with great suspicion. The Lord of Incubus scoffed at her accusation.
"Ha, instead of belittling me, you should think carefully about how to study! My grades this time were just short of getting into Class E!"
As she spoke, she gritted her teeth and said:
"If it weren't for those few traitors!"
"Traitor?" God of Sweet Dreams pricked up her ears, glanced sideways at the Dream Demon who occupied 70% of the seats in the class, and suddenly understood:
"Oh, someone else did better than you on your nightmare exam? What are you planning to do about it?"
"How should we handle this?" The Lord of Incubus clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, forcing out the words through gritted teeth.
"Of course, we should let them share their learning experiences!"
"Why did you throw the God of Nightmares into the Imaginary Number Zone? Wasn't the maximum regular demotion Class F?" In the principal's office, seeing the God of Nightmares, covered in mist, practically sprawled out like a fog pancake during one-on-one instruction, even the Miss Ke Family couldn't help but show a hint of sympathy.
Upon hearing this, Feng Xue revealed amusement, picked up the booklet on the principal's desk, and waved it in front of the Miss Ke Family.
"I just added this last night: if the student who came in last place in the exam fails, then regardless of the minimum class standard, they will be directly placed into the worst class currently available."
"So, what's the point of you doing this? Or did that God of Nightmares offend you?" The Miss Ke Family had a slightly strange expression, but Feng Xue's smile grew even wider.
"Meaning? Maybe? Hmm, just consider it a guess."
Startled by Feng Xue's smile, the Miss Ke Family immediately stopped asking questions. Even if she was naive, she understood that there was probably some great terror hidden in that smile.
The sun rose again, Moberi, waking from his dream, stretched lazily. He checked his homework and notes again, then, as if realizing something, slapped his forehead.
"I'd completely forgotten this wasn't a dream!"
However, despite saying that, he still carefully checked all the details before leaving home and arriving at school as quickly as possible.
Pushing open the classroom door, many students were already seated in their seats. Upon seeing Moberi, Heris, Paril, and other classmates who had shared the same dream, they immediately waved and said:
How did the exam go?
"It's alright, I barely made it into Class B, but looks like I won't be in the same class as you guys!" Moberi said with an undisguised smile, while Heris sighed upon hearing this.
"I didn't make it into Class A. It seems the students at that school are much more academically capable than I imagined... I was so confident in my grades this time, how come I couldn't even get into the top class!"
"That's normal. After all, it's a place where candidates from all over the country and even the world gather, including monsters who have repeated their studies for two or three years. It would be strange if it were so easy to surpass them." Paril didn't know whether she was comforting Heris or herself. After all, compared to the two of them, she was still in Class C —and only in the middle of Class C.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about? The weekly test results haven't come out yet, have you got some inside information?"
Hearing the three's discussion, a classmate immediately came over. When asked his question, the three shook their heads to indicate that it was nothing. Soon, Peter, Huanalin, and other classmates who were also trapped in that dream arrived one by one. However, the worst case scenario was that they were placed in Class C and did not slide into a deeper abyss.
However, being placed in Class C cast a shadow over their hearts. After all, according to the "seniors" in the school, if they couldn't pass the "college entrance examination," they would have to continue repeating the year day after day.
Seeing the expressions on this small group's faces, the other students wisely refrained from asking any further questions. After all, judging from their expressions, it was clear they hadn't done well on yesterday's weekly test.
However...
"Dear students, before class today, I want to commend several students who have made great progress in this mock exam, improving their ranking by an average of 20-50 places. In particular, Heris achieved the second-best result in the entire school!"
As the teacher beamed with a bright smile, the dream group suddenly froze.
A series of gazes had already locked onto them.