"Bang!"
The small door at the end of the room was shoved open violently.
The teaching assistant bent over as he squeezed back into the long, narrow room, his footsteps heavy.
"No talking!"
The moment Hilda returned to the room, she noticed the slightly chaotic scene and barked, "The spell on every token is different, and everyone's understanding is different... This is only the beginning of the New Student Trial. Don't drag everyone else into the gutter."
That was a rather cutting remark.
Zheng Qing pursed his lips and sat back down. He tried to shut out the noise around him as he carefully felt the raised and indented edges of the Trial Token, silently repeating the words Tianwei Xian Si in his heart, attempting to force more knowledge out of the token.
For some reason, it reminded him of a saying—knowledge was like water in a sponge; squeeze it, and there would always be some.
Yet no matter how hard he focused, Hilda's voice still burrowed uncontrollably into his ears. "...You have twenty minutes left to study! Make the most of it! Don't fail before you've even taken the first step..."
"Sir!" Zheng Qing heard someone call out loudly. "Are we in the sky right now? Are you really going to throw us out of the sky later?"
Unable to bear it any longer, he looked up toward Hilda.
At his feet, his bored shadow writhed and flailed like a hunting octopus, weaving through the other shadows on the floor.
Hilda looked strangely at the student who had asked the question. "Are you asking me?"
The student nodded obediently.
The teaching assistant swept his gaze around, looking at those pairs of expectant eyes. Slowly, he pulled a stern face, widened his eyes, took a deep breath, and roared, **"Do