"...I know some of you feel that practical classes do not help much with the Registered Wizard assessment. Others believe they did well in the School Hunting Meet and Winter Hunt, have already earned full practical marks, and therefore think practical classes are no longer important... None of that is wrong. But I must remind you that at the end of an academic year, your practical score needs a classroom evaluation from your instructor... I trust none of you want me to write things like 'late for class,' 'inattentive in class,' or 'eating during class' in my comments."
These were the words Assistant Hilda said before everyone at the start of practical class.
As he spoke, Zheng Qing stood behind the Astronomy 08-1 class formation, lips pressed tightly together as his cheeks slowly worked, looking exactly like the way Fei Rui used to look when it stole food back home.
Hearing the assistant's subtle warning, the young scholarship student instinctively tried to swallow what was in his mouth. Instead, the rough food nearly choked him to death, and his face turned red from holding his breath.
Perhaps Hilda took it as an expression of the young wizard's shame and satisfiedly withdrew his gaze.
Then he cleared his throat and continued, "The old year and old semester are drawing to a close. Regarding this semester's final examination, I want to emphasize one point: last year's and even earlier 'real exam questions' are utterly meaningless to you. The essence of practice lies in experience. Everything you learn in this Green Valley, compared with the dangers beyond the school..."
Bang!
A red figure shot out of thin air and crashed heavily into a snowdrift not far from the assistant, producing a dull impact. Snow scattered everywhere, interrupting the assistant's impassioned speech.
A round