Tianwei Xian Si!
Zheng Qing silently recited the spell Professor Hilda had given them, rubbing the raised edges of the Trial Token in his hand. Drawn by the spell's power, the mung-bean-sized number 50 at the center of the Triangular Prism School Emblem on the bronze token's face flickered slightly. Like fireworks, a string of phantom plus signs rose up, accompanied by concise yet clear explanations:
Basic: +2 (mastered the Trial Token and learned the spell)
Basic: +2 (Successfully used the Flying Spell)
Basic: +2 (Passed through the cumulonimbus clouds)
Basic: +2 (Successfully landed)
Advanced: +2 (Kept the team intact)
The starting base score had been 50. After completing the landing task, it had become 60. Zheng Qing found the score both gratifying and somewhat disappointing.
He was gratified because he had earned full marks for the landing task. He was disappointed because he had assumed learning the Flying Spell would earn him ten points, only to find that it was worth merely two.
"Why do I only have 59 points?!" Li Meng protested indignantly beside him. "I landed successfully too! Why did I only get one point for this? Zheng the Scum was also lowered down by someone holding his belt, just like me!"
The young government-sponsored student squinted at the Little Witch.
"Didn't you pass out?" Zhang Jixin kindly reminded her from the side.
"I only closed my eyes for a moment!" Li Meng widened her eyes and argued loudly. "Otherwise, how would I have known that Zheng the Scum was brought down by Blue Fatty too?"
"Then you lost consciousness while your eyes were closed."
Jiang Yu grabbed the bristling Little Witch and straightened the Migu Wood leaf hanging around her neck. "Don't make trouble. You should be satisfied with nine points... Have you forgotten those classmates