On the podium, Zhang Huaigu, who had been cautiously keeping an eye on the commotion, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. If those two bold little troublemakers had dared to keep chatting, she might have had to follow her own teacher's example and throw a couple of chalk stubs at them.
Normally, during an exam, students were not allowed to look around or whisper to one another like Liu Feifei. But as Jiuyou Academy's top student and a publicly funded student, she could always receive a certain degree of leniency in such harmless matters.
The Talisman Class teacher casually turned her head away, pretending not to see the scene, and instead shot a stern look toward Zheng Qing's corner.
The fat guy sitting in front of Zheng Qing was very restless, constantly squirming in his seat as though he wanted to cheat but did not dare. Watching his little movements, Zhang Huaigu unconsciously recalled what she had been like during exams long ago. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a nostalgic smile.
Unlike the teacher, who was reminiscing about her school days.
In the corner at the back left of the classroom, Fatty Xin, who sat in front of Zheng Qing, was anxiously gnawing on the long feather at the end of his Quill Pen. The once-neat feather had been bitten crooked and ragged, looking thoroughly abused. In some places, the bare milky-white shaft was even exposed.
Xin was not deliberately tormenting the Quill Pen screaming in his hand.
He merely wanted to turn around and look at the answers on the test paper on the desk behind him. Nearly half the questions in the second section, which required students to complete talismans, had been left blank by him. Those bizarre scribbles—who knew what they had