“Mm…”
In his sleep, Aitinn felt someone gently poking his arm, accompanied by a soft voice calling,
“Aitinn, wake up quickly.”
He opened his sleepy eyes and glanced around, noticing Celes looking at him with concern.
That’s when he remembered they were still in the middle of the quiz.
The Invigilator stood in front of Aitinn’s desk, hands behind her back, staring at him with a sour expression.
Earlier, Aitinn’s remark of “too easy, too lazy to do it” had offended her, and now she was determined to see how this transfer student would finish the exam in the last ten minutes.
If he couldn’t complete it or scored poorly, she’d be sure to teach this insolent kid a lesson.
In truth, Celes had wanted to wake Aitinn half an hour early, fearing he wouldn’t have enough time, but the Invigilator stopped her and even threatened to accuse her of disrupting the exam.
Celes understood that Aitinn’s words were meant to help her out and was grateful, but she couldn’t help worrying whether he was bluffing.
Besides multiple-choice questions, the Examination Paper also had short-answer questions, and even if he wrote down answers without thinking, it would take at least ten minutes.
That meant Aitinn hadn’t left himself any room for error.
Unable to help herself, Celes started silently praying for him.
Rubbing his eyes, Aitinn noticed that the rest of the class had already finished and were all staring in his direction.
Everyone wanted to see if the rumor about the transfer student scoring full marks in theoretical knowledge was true.
[Miss Ruby, please start your performance.]
Aitinn stretched lazily, loosened his stiff neck, picked up his pen, and looked at the holographic sprite floating in the air.
[Leave it to me!]
Ruby flew lightly around the test paper.
While Aitinn had been asleep, she had already scanned all the questions.
With a flick of her small hand, the light particles from her wings formed reference answers on the paper that only they could see.
With the Standard Answer as aid, Aitinn began writing swiftly.
His pen glided smoothly across the paper; his eyes were already on the next question as he finished the previous one, without any pause in between.
Aitinn’s fluid answering speed shocked Celes and the others watching.
That speed was unbelievably fast, almost like copying the answers directly.
Of course, there was the possibility he was just guessing—but guessing still takes a moment to consider, right?
Yet there wasn’t a trace of hesitation in his handwriting.
When the exam bell rang, Aitinn had just finished writing the last character.
He put down his pen, and the neat, delicate handwriting on the paper flowed naturally, with not a single typo or correction mark.
Celes parted her lips slightly.
Although her face remained relatively calm, her heart was already in turmoil.
Since she was Aitinn’s deskmate, she could clearly see his answers.
They were almost identical to what she had pondered for over an hour, and some questions were answered with novel, unique perspectives she hadn’t even considered.
Comparing apples to apples, after seeing Aitinn’s work, Celes almost wanted to rewrite her own answers.
The Invigilator was completely stunned now.
She adjusted her glasses that had slipped down her nose, picked up Aitinn’s paper in disbelief, and began grading it on the spot.
The more she graded, the more shocked she became—not only were all answers correct, some even showed two possible solutions.
The answers were even more perfect than the reference standards.
She looked up at Aitinn.
This paper was so flawless that even she herself couldn’t have done it, which naturally ruled out cheating.
The answers were so thorough and detailed, it was as if the writer had personally experienced those events in the History of Magic.
Simply unbelievable.
Could it be that Saint Dias Magic Academy had really found a genius of a century?
“Teacher, how is it? No problem, right?”
While the Invigilator was still stunned, Aitinn spoke.
“Completely correct.”
The Invigilator nodded reluctantly, though inwardly unwilling to admit it.
“May I ask the teacher to let me go? I want to use the restroom.”
Aitinn smiled again, pointing toward the classroom door.
Only then did the Invigilator come back to her senses and subconsciously stepped aside.
After Aitinn left, she remembered to collect the papers, but the students were still immersed in shock.
She had to call twice to snap them out of it.
Celes handed in her paper and watched Aitinn’s hurried retreating figure.
Unconsciously, a faint smile slowly curved at the corner of her lips—so faint even she didn’t notice it.
“Phew~”
Aitinn stepped out of the restroom stall, exhaling a long breath and feeling much lighter.
Just as he was about to leave, several upperclassmen blocked the exit.
“Excuse me, excuse me.”
Aitinn said instinctively, but they showed no sign of letting him pass.
After Ruby’s reminder, he noticed the hostile looks they were giving him—obviously the same group who had been staring him down in the academy before, clearly with bad intentions.
“You’re Aitinn?”
The leader, a burly brown-haired youth, asked maliciously.
“That’s him! That’s him! That’s the one!”
A boy behind him immediately pointed.
Aitinn squinted, recognizing the brown-haired guy as Rufus’s lackey from his own class, and smirked.
“Yes, that’s me. What business do you have?”
“Damn it, you!”
The burly youth growled fiercely, then charged first, throwing a punch at Aitinn.
“After you beat His Highness Rufus, I’m going to make sure you leave on a stretcher today!”
Since magic use was banned inside the teaching building, with anti-magic barriers set up, these students intended to teach Aitinn a lesson using the most primitive means.
However, Aitinn’s Magic Card was unaffected by the building’s barriers.
He instantly activated the “Swordsman’s Ease” dodge effect, sidestepping just before the punch landed.
The brown-haired youth’s momentum sent him crashing headfirst into the restroom, his face pressed against the toilet bowl, looking utterly embarrassed.
“So hungry? Need a pair of chopsticks?”
Aitinn looked at the youth sprawled over the toilet and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Damn it, beat him up for me!”
The youth took a deep breath of an indescribable stench, his face turning yellow as he angrily pointed at Aitinn.
Seeing the hostile youths closing in, Aitinn tilted his head, thinking this was a perfect chance to test his new Magic Card.
Then, to everyone’s confused eyes, his pupils dilated, he raised his right hand in a gun shape against his temple, a sly smile creeping onto his lips, and made a “bang” gesture.
One minute later, Aitinn staggered out of the restroom, leaning against the wall.
He felt completely drained, as if the Desert Reaper had withered his body, and barely managed to limp back to his seat.
“Aitinn, are you okay?”
Celes looked at him puzzled, thinking, It’s just a trip to the restroom.
“Celes, could you bring me a Cafeteria Meal at noon?”
Aitinn slumped on the desk, looking at her with pleading eyes.
His voice was weak, as if he had just finished running a marathon.
“Oh dear~”
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