With the proctors' warnings, order in Green Valley immediately became much more orderly.
However, Andrew Taylor, standing opposite Zheng Qing, still looked at him with obvious unwillingness. As Zheng Qing spoke with Fatty Xin, he had to devote half his attention to guarding against any dirty tricks that Wolf Cub might try.
He had never forgotten how, during a practical class before, Andrew had taken advantage of a handshake to prick his hand with a ring and steal his blood.
"Why did you say just now that a lot of people would end up in the School Hospital today?" Zheng Qing repeated his earlier question to Fatty Xin, though his gaze remained fixed on that little wolf cub from the Taylor Family. "I think everyone's matches have been very restrained."
He was referring to the several pairs of first-year students who had already completed their practical assessments.
Jiuyou Academy was not Starry Sky Academy, after all. Its requirements for students' practical ability were also very relaxed. As long as they could steadily raise their spellbooks and cast magic normally, they were considered successful.
Like the pairs of students who had just undergone their assessments: they bowed politely, traded moves back and forth, each technique executed meticulously and properly, looking rather like gentlemen of old. Compared with Starry Sky Academy's crude directness and the anything-goes methods used on the hunting grounds, this practical assessment could indeed be called extremely restrained.
Hearing the young scholarship student's confusion, Xin did not beat around the bush.
"Oh... I forgot." The fat man lazily flipped through his spellbook, his fingers occasionally brushing across his bare wrist.
Under normal circumstances, a Space Wristwatch should have been strapped around his wrist, stuffed full of all kinds of delicious snacks. Because of the examinations, all Space Equipment had