San San had gone all out to help Ye Chuqi pass the assessment on her own merits.
By the time she finished all the papers, Ye Chuqi was utterly drained. Not long ago, she had not even understood this world's language. Now, after learning it on the fly, she had actually managed to write down so many answers. Who would believe it?
Probably no one would believe her if she told them. Ye Chuqi certainly did not.
San San was still in the space, covering its mouth as it laughed.
A cultivator's divine sense was inherently far stronger than an ordinary person's. Even without a photographic memory, cultivators could learn much faster than ordinary people. Ye Chuqi's divine sense was stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, so her ability to learn was naturally exceptional. Even when she was not actively studying, she would remember at least some of what San San kept reciting in her ear every day.
Such a powerful divine sense was a first in San San's experience—although it had lost its memories, it could still sense how powerful Ye Chuqi was.
When Ye Chuqi finished her papers and left the small classroom, the only teacher remaining outside was the one in charge of her assessment. Everyone else had left—including Ernie and Bai Fenghua.
Ye Chuqi let out a long breath, then asked with some concern, "Teacher Bai Fenghua won't get into a fight with that man, will he?"
In front of outsiders, she still dutifully called Bai Fenghua "Teacher." There was no need to remind everyone constantly that he was her uncle. That came with quite a bit of pressure.
This teacher had a fairly good impression of Ye Chuqi. A pretty, adorable young girl always earned extra points on first impressions. Although her sharp tongue had