Chapter 14: Only My Unique Method Chapter 14: On Campus

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The main theme of senior year life is forever tense.

The process of heading toward the College Entrance Examination is like the process of stretching a rubber band; the tighter it is stretched, the better the grades. Some people give up halfway, and the rubber band naturally loses its tension; others stretch it too tight, and it snaps halfway.

Jiangning Middle School is the school in all of Jiangning City where the rubber band is stretched the best. In the entire senior year, at least one or two hundred people have set their target on Jiangning University.

Of course, those who ultimately achieve their wish may be fewer than one-third. Within this group, Chen Yi originally belonged to the stragglers, but with the Scrolls, the situation became vastly different.

In the remaining three days of this week, for every Math, Physics, and Chemistry class, he would slap an Intelligence Scroll on himself. Level 3 Scrolls basically provide over a dozen points of Intelligence; it doesn't sound like much, but for an individual, it elevates them by more than two tiers.

And in order to sustain the use of Scrolls, he had no choice but to make another trip to the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

The 22:30 Magic Subway every night, traveling to and from the other world as convenient as taking a taxi, with respectful old men carefully attending to him — it truly makes one's heart yearn.

Still nearly a hundred catties of paper; due to simple screening, although no Grade 6 or above materials were encountered, relying on the sheer quantity of low-grade materials, he still exchanged for nearly 300,000 Gold Coins. With no new Scrolls appearing, Chen Yi decisively chose 60 bottles of Energy Recovery Potion — currently, the quantity of Scrolls is more than sufficient, but if Energy Recovery Potions are insufficient, given his physical condition, using a Scroll once would write off the entire afternoon, while with ample potions, sustained study is guaranteed.

On the other hand, Mage Timothy was also trembling with excitement; no matter how valuable 60 bottles of potion are, they are not as important as hundreds of Scroll Materials. To the entire Kingdom, they possess absolute strategic value.

The Magic Subway is like a giant win-win transaction vehicle, allowing everyone to be satisfied.

Chen Yi used Scrolls and potions continuously, passing three days and nights of inverted study schedules. Actually, according to the school's arrangement, classes worth using Scrolls for in a day amount to only two or three periods. Every break, he would hide and use a Scroll, and conveniently drink three bottles of Energy Recovery Potion. The dark red potion even looked somewhat like blood; the taste wasn't bad, sweet, similar to watered-down carrot juice.

If the Mages knew he drank Energy Recovery Potions like beverages just to save a bit of sleep time, they would probably beat their chests and stamp their feet, crying out what a waste.

But Chen Yi didn't care. When the Scroll's effect ended, he drank potion to rest; when rested enough, he slapped on another Scroll — truly not a moment wasted.

The development of human civilization is precisely the concentration of resources on the development of a few. Countless histories tell us that egalitarian fairness is forever the welfare of the mediocre, the shackles of the strong, yet the latter hold absolute leadership — fortunately so.

Chen Yi's full-time study state persisted until the third day, which was another unified mock exam, and also the last mock exam of the senior year, the second-to-last exam.

Unlike before, this exam will have a province-wide ranking; its main purpose is not to test students' academic performance, but to help students determine their final application schools.

It can be said that for 99% of the kids, the place where they will live for the next four or three years, the place they will mention repeatedly for the next 10 years, the place that will influence them repeatedly for the next 40 years, the place they will recall repeatedly for the rest of their lives — the final choice and decision will be completed in a single day.

Good or bad, crying or making a scene, regret or rejoicing — this is the first cruel foreplay of life.

After that, there are arduous and outstanding wilderness melees waiting for them to enjoy and be enjoyed.

Chen Yi also wanted to determine the extent of his fully armed state, holding nothing back.

In the exam hall, his left hand held a Level 3 Intelligence Scroll, writing like flying; his right hand held a Level 3 Listening Scroll, constantly monitoring the latest movements of the first group...

The Intelligence Scroll guarantees he can perform beyond his usual level; for Chen Yi, whose grades have improved, this means approaching a high score around 600. As for the use of the Listening Scroll, it is pure battlefield training — by listening to the "good kids'" inner voices, he hopes to roughly gain some score improvement.

Regarding the effect of the Level 3 Listening Scroll, simply one or two words — the help obtained is truly not much, but it depends on when it is used; applied well, it remains a significant aid.

At least now, Chen Yi understands that using the Listening Scroll in the early exam period has poor effect; the time it truly exerts its function is the last 30 minutes.

During this time, most students have roughly finished their papers and are in the busy checking process, muttering answers non-stop, redoing a certain step repeatedly is a very natural thing.

And the Listening Scroll, when capturing these repeated inner voices, still has a high proportion. Chen Yi only needs to tear open the Scroll in his hidden pocket at the right time, select the right target, and he can check the test paper thoroughly like auditing accounts, finally only needing to consider the questions where the two answers differ.

The only obstacle is the invigilator; no matter which subject's exam, seeing his distracted expression, looking left and right, they would be slightly vigilant, observing constantly. The better ones only think you are preparing to cheat, so they merely watch remotely, hoping to catch you in the act; the impatient ones will knock on his desk repeatedly as a warning.

The latter type of teacher poses a greater threat, always preventing Chen Yi from concentrating his thoughts, causing him to lose the perfect listening opportunity.

Fortunately, the Scroll itself, once torn open, dissipates without a trace; with his ability, choosing the right moment, it is silent and soundless. No evidence can be given, so this level of exam has absolutely no problem.

Therefore, no matter which kind of invigilator, at most they think Chen Yi wants to cheat; little do they know he has already walked far, far down the road of high-level cheating.

The "ding-ling-ling" end-of-class bell sounded beautiful and floating.

The last comprehensive exam finished; Chen Yi leapt up, stuffed the paper to the teacher, and wanted to escape the classroom, but was grabbed by Class Monitor Wang Dong, who said: "What's the rush, let the teacher leave first."

The invigilator was also a young person; he coughed lightly, too embarrassed to speak, pretending to urge: "Everyone stop your pens, hand in papers now."

Chen Yi pried open Wang Dong's hand, couldn't help laughing, and said: "Class Monitor, your bootlicking is too heavy-handed, bad effect."

Middle school students care most about face; Wang Dong originally wanted to disgust Chen Yi, but didn't expect him to directly denounce it; his whole face flushed red, and he forced out: "What nonsense are you saying."

As he spoke, he looked at the teacher, hoping the other party would help him speak.

The proud aura in Chen Yi's bones permeated; he originally disliked Wang Dong, and being grabbed by the sleeve made him even more impatient: "The effect of bootlicking depends on the horse's reaction; listen to the teacher's cough — you laid it on too thick, he can't quite take it."

At this, the students who hadn't reacted before all burst into loud laughter.

The lead invigilator was younger, presumably not seasoned enough; he wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed, his face flushed red from holding it in.

Wang Dong was shamed to the point of being at a loss. His face turned sauce-purple, as if soaked in a dye vat.

Luo Xiaoshan worried Chen Yi would suffer a loss, disregarding the chance to fish in troubled waters and copy answers, squeezed past two struggling boys, came to the podium, stood between the two, and sneered: "Wang Dong, if you want to practice ass-kissing skills in the future, I've got big ones here, don't be shy. But you really need to practice more; later, when competition is fierce, you might not get the chance to perform."

Spoken to so wretchedly, Wang Dong lost all face, and simply steeled his nerve, following Luo Xiaoshan's tone: "Your Luo Family I won't mention; as for the Chen Family from now on, I'm afraid they won't even have the chance to practice. Jiangning competition is fierce; those with poor aptitude just have to scram."

The Chen Family's decline has reached the stage known to all!

Chen Yi let out a light "hmph," pressed down on Luo Xiaoshan's shoulder, and said to Wang Dong: "The Chen Family's matters, you can't afford to meddle in; school matters, you have no qualification to meddle in."

"Spoken correctly." Luo Xiaoshan glared at Wang Dong tigerishly, and said: "Next time you kiss ass, stay away from us; if I smell fart again, I'll definitely build a cesspit for you to sleep in."

"Hush..." a group of students, fearing the world wouldn't be chaotic enough, made all kinds of jeering sounds; the clamor spread far outside the room.

Finally, the other invigilator kept a clear head, walked into the crowd, dragging and pulling, collecting a paper and chasing away a student, clearing the scene.

Without the crowd watching, Wang Dong standing firmly at the podium, his calves softened slightly.

Inside Jiangning Middle School, various students form their own circles; in their circle, Chen Yi, Luo Xiaoshan, and Liang Yu — the three — occupy the top position; even without the Chen Family's power, they are still people most students dare not provoke.

Wang Dong is no exception. Just now, he merely couldn't get over the face issue.

His hesitation and apprehension were instantly known by Chen Yi, who was in the Listening Scroll state.

Chen Yi looked at him with contempt again, then at his slightly trembling legs, his head jerked forward, emitting a "hiss" sound, that brave appearance as if about to beat him.

Wang Dong, caught off guard, was scared into stepping back repeatedly; unsteady on his feet, he actually staggered out the classroom door and sat heavily in the corridor with a loud "bang," sounding just like a fart.

The students who had just been chased out of the classroom, bored and preparing to leave, froze for two seconds, then erupted in roaring laughter.

By the time Wang Dong realized what had happened, his whole person was already shrouded in the clamor.

He was excessively smooth in his dealings; as a middle school class monitor, he was instead disliked by young people. Now that there was an opportunity to mock him, no one would let it pass.

Wang Dong was in an awkward predicament, almost feeling like he could not survive.

His eyes reddened, wanting to fight Chen Yi to the death, but he saw that Chen Yi had already pulled Luo Xiaoshan along and left the classroom.

In an instant, he was filled with righteous indignation; he was indignant to the core; he was outraged beyond measure. He only felt that human justice had suffered the greatest trampling, that social justice had suffered the greatest twisting, that social elites had suffered the greatest misunderstanding by the masses. That face from the dye vat instantly turned turbid as ink, like an erupting oil well.

He shoved aside all living or dead things around him, desperately wanting to rush to Chen Yi, his fists clenched until they cracked.

However, there are always people who don't know what's good for them, or trash cans, that block his way. Seeing Wang Dong's frantic and disheveled appearance, everyone's laughter grew even louder.

There were students from other classes who had finished their exams coming to ask, and even more people who couldn't help but repeat that line: "The effect of ass-kissing depends on the horse's reaction; you struck too hard."

Thus, until they left the floor, Chen Yi and the other could hear uninterrupted loud laughter.

Luo Xiaoshan hehe'd his mouth away, still not satisfied, and said: "I see that Wang Dong is getting more and more arrogant; another day I'll call Liang Yu and we'll give him a beating."

"No need." Chen Yi was somewhat moved. All three of their family upbringings were very strict; taking the initiative to cause trouble would inevitably lead to being investigated. Besides, Wang Dong's arrogance was merely directed at Chen Yi, whose family had fallen from power; Luo Xiaoshan's suggestion was absolutely made to avoid trouble for him.

Luo Xiaoshan said two more sentences; Chen Yi kept shaking his head, but said: "I'm preparing to make a trip to Jiangning University to find a professor to appraise an antique; are you interested?"

The business card his mother gave him was precisely from Professor Lang of the Archaeology Department at Jiangning University.

"Antique?"

Chen Yi hehe'd with a smile, deliberately repeating the pawnshop boss's words; that big "Gamble" character instantly surfaced in Luo Xiaoshan's mind.

"Go." This guy was as resolute as a Bolshevik. To speak of the three people, the fatty looked the most honest and kind, yet he had the heaviest gambling nature.

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