Early the next morning, Lu Mingfei, sporting two heavy dark circles and walking with unsteady steps, made his way toward the classroom on the second floor of the Library, looking exactly like a panda that life had repeatedly ravaged.
He had stayed up almost all night, only managing to doze off at his desk for an hour when dawn was starting to break.
Still, the effort had been worth it. At this moment, he was roughly sixty to seventy percent confident he could pass today's test. He had miraculously memorized most of the seventy-six Dragon Script diagrams and their corresponding obscure syllables.
That was all thanks to Naga's clear, accessible breakdown of the grammar, which had allowed him to glimpse some hidden patterns within those formerly chaotic lines and syllables.
More importantly, he had grasped a crucial trick: even in a Spirit Vision, what one saw might not be complete Dragon Script sentences. Much of it would be fragmented. As long as he wrote down those independently occurring high-frequency words, NOMA would still scan them and award him valuable points.
Clearly, Lu Mingfei was not the only one who had failed to sleep that night. The college forum had been filled with heated debate about today's exam all through the night.
But to the surprise of many night owls, Finn had broken precedent and not opened a betting pool this time.
In the common room of the Zone One dormitory building, Finn was surrounded by more than ten people, and the atmosphere was rather tense.
"So that's it? We're just dropping the betting pool?" someone asked impatiently. "The hype is so high. If we ran it properly, the profits wouldn't be small."
Finn spread his hands with an expression that said, You're all too young.
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