With the warnings from the proctors, order in Green Valley immediately became much more orderly.
Yet Andrew Taylor, standing opposite Zheng Qing, still looked at him with a face full of resentment. As Zheng Qing spoke with Fatty Xin, he had to devote half his attention to guarding against any underhanded tricks that Wolf Cub might try.
He had never forgotten how, during a practical class some time ago, 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 be going to the School Hospital today?" Zheng Qing repeated his earlier question to Fatty Xin, though his eyes remained fixed on the little Wolf Cub from the Taylor Family. "I think everyone's matches have been quite 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, and its requirements for students' practical abilities were very relaxed. As long as they could steadily raise their spellbooks and cast magic normally, it counted as a success.
Like the several pairs of students who had just been assessed: they bowed politely, traded moves back and forth, each technique executed with strict precision. They looked rather like gentlemen of old—compared with Starry Sky Academy's blunt directness and the anything-goes methods of the hunting grounds, this practical assessment could be called exceptionally restrained.
Upon hearing the young publicly funded student's confusion, Xin did not keep anything from him.
"Oh... I forgot." The fat man lazily flipped through his spellbook, his fingers occasionally brushing over his bare wrist.
Under normal circumstances, a Space Wristwatch should have been strapped around his wrist, stuffed full of all sorts of tasty snacks.