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The day of the entrance exam.

In the meeting room of Qingcheng No. 3 Middle School, Shi Ji took a sip of tea: "Old Gan, how is your No. 2 Middle School doing this year? Are there any good seedlings?"

Gan Yi, the principal of No. 2 Middle School straightened his waist: "Hehe, there are still a few, no accidents...the top ten is no problem."

The third place he mentioned is not that the school ranks third overall, but that its own students are ranked in the top ten among the students of the eight schools.

Even though the top ten are very low, there are more than one hundred Practitioner students in the eight schools, and No. 2 Middle School is only in the middle of the eight schools.

The top ten students... are already excellent.

"What about you?" Gan Yi drank his tea, gloating in his eyes.

No. 3 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School are both ordinary Martial Dao high schools in Qingcheng. At the beginning, No. 3 Middle School was slightly better than No. 2 Middle School. behind.

Gan Yi, who had been suppressed all this time, finally stood up and became the master, feeling elated.

I saw that Shi Ji wasn't in the embarrassment he expected, instead he said with a smile: "There is one in the second middle school, so naturally I also have it in the third middle school."

oh? !

Hearing this, Gan Yi raised his head in surprise, as far as he knew, there were no particularly outstanding seedlings in No. 3 Middle School.

Looking at Shi Ji, it seemed that he wanted to see if he was being stubborn.

Glancing lightly at Gan Yi, Shi Ji lowered his head to drink his tea, thinking of the black gold giant bear's body that he saw in the hunting zoo that day.

...

The eight-school joint exam was held together with No. 2 and No. 3 Middle Schools in Qingcheng and six schools of similar level in other cities, so students from No. 3 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School were mixed for the exam.

As for No. 1 Middle School... that is the only key Martial Dao high school in Qingcheng, and they disdain to take the entrance examination of ordinary Martial Dao high schools.

Exam Room No. 1.

It wasn't time for the exam, the students came here all over the place, acquaintances gathered together to discuss in a circle, Zhuo Xing sat in the rightmost row, the last row, leaning against the wall, a bit bored.

He didn't find any acquaintances, there were only nine classmates in the class, including Luo Feng, the chance of being assigned to the same examination room was too small.

At this moment, a familiar voice approached the examination room and sat down beside Zhuo Xing.

"Li Zi, are you also in this examination room?!" Zhuo Xing was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the person sitting on his left was actually Li Zi.

"Well," Li Zi nodded lukewarmly.

After being persuaded by his father last time, he gave up the idea of ​​returning to Ye Kai's class, and he also had a little pity when he saw Zhuo Xing on weekdays.

What Li Zi thought in his heart was: Zhuo Xing is so pitiful, he doesn't know... all the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced.

After saying hello, Li Zi was silent for a while and said, "You can read my answers when there will be some questions."

The voice was so weak that ordinary people might not be able to hear it even if they were sitting in front of him, but he knew that Zhuo Xing, as a Practitioner, would certainly be able to hear it.

Sure enough, Zhuo Xing glanced at him, but shook his head: "No need."

The joint exam is a preview of the martial arts exam, and the format is not too different. It has two parts: theoretical knowledge; practical assessment.

The first day is a theory test, and the second day is field combat.

After being rejected, Li Zi stopped talking and quietly waited for the invigilator to arrive.

The joint entrance exam is a competition between eight schools. If possible... Li Zi wants to help his classmates as much as possible, so that their scores will look better, at least they won't embarrass the No. 3 Middle School.

As for Zhuo Xing, his qualifications in martial arts are low, and he is also a scumbag.

Li Zi leaned towards him, thinking: Zhuo Xing must feel that he is already a Practitioner, and the theoretical grades only account for 30%, so it doesn't matter whether he wants it or not.

This is the truth, but if you want to be among the top students in the eight schools, you must not be held back by your academic performance.

But since Zhuo Xing gave up on his own, Li Zi didn't bother to take care of it. If he didn't look at his classmates at the same school and was once the monitor, he wouldn't have said that.

The theory test started, and Li Zi began to answer the questions. During the gap, he glanced to the side without leaving a trace, and was stunned for a while.

He saw that Zhuo Xing didn't rely on the Practitioner's Transcendent eyesight to plagiarize, but he still wrote quickly and answered questions quickly.

Is this scribbling?

No one gave him an answer, and suddenly he felt a sharp gaze on his head, and Li Zi immediately withdrew his gaze.

Zhuo Xing's abnormal performance surprised him, but he quickly put aside his distracting thoughts and began to answer his own questions.

Ten minutes later, he looked up at the time and nodded with satisfaction. It was five or six minutes faster than usual, not bad.

Just as he got up to hand in the paper ahead of time, there was a "thud" sound, which was the sound of the chair legs rubbing against the ground.

Then Li Zi was stunned to see... Zhuo Xing handed in his paper and left the examination room.

Zhuo Xing handed in the paper ahead of time?

faster than me? !

After two and a half years as a class monitor and top student, Li Zi thought he had no rival in terms of theoretical knowledge, but Zhuo Xing's performance made him a little flustered.

but……

Recalling Zhuo Xing's vigorous scribbling just now, Li Zi relaxed again, naturally scribbling faster than me.

When he was about to hand in the paper, Li Zi glanced at Zhuo Xing's paper, and suddenly his eyes widened.

Practitioner's eyesight is enough for him to see everything on the front at a glance.

The answer he could see was the same as his own... they were all right.

How can it be? !

Isn't Zhuo Xing's theoretical grades always at the bottom!

"classmate?"

Li Zi came back to his senses, quickly handed in the paper, rushed out to stop Zhuo Xing, and asked anxiously, "Where did you get your answer?"

He thought Zhuo Xing was cheating.

Zhuo Xing could hear it, and his face was a little ugly: "Of course I did it myself. I have become a Practitioner, so I can still do such things as plagiarism?"

"Besides, I'm the first to hand in the paper, who should I copy?"

Li Zi was speechless.

In fact, it was indeed made by Zhuo Xing.

After becoming a Practitioner, he and other students were pleasantly surprised to find that Own's memory suddenly became very good.

However, the Practitioner achieved by the vitality method will make the blood boil, the strength will increase greatly, the five senses will have a leap, and the brain will turn faster, but there will be no increase in memory.

This is what Shrouding the Heavens law brings!

The theoretical part, not exactly rote content, but most of it is.

Because the memory is greatly improved, there is no need to review. After practicing the Shrouding the Heavens method, in just one month, Zhuo Xing and the others made up for the theoretical knowledge that had been left behind.

Looking at Zhuo Xing's confident and flamboyant back, Li Zi felt a sense of frustration in his heart.

He is always on a quest to be the best.

But first the Martial Dao Realm, and then the theoretical grades, were caught up by Zhuo Xing, a former poor student, and left far behind.

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