Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 78 Xia Mo's Vision (Additional chapter for the helmsman of Qiancheng Xiaodeng) (Sixth chapter)
The Triple E exam was held in a classroom on the second floor of the library. There were a total of fifty-one students, which was the number of students admitted by Kassel College this year.

In fact, this number is quite good. In previous years, the maximum number of students admitted per class was 100.

The proportion of hybrids in human society is not equivalent to that of pandas, but they are at least national first-class protected animals.

The so-called Stand users are attracted to each other. Under the influence of Blood Sorrow, half-bloods can always find their compatriots across a vast sea of ​​people. Therefore, it seems that there are half-bloods all around them, as if it is not surprising.

Although Kassel College is a university that trains elites, its predecessor was a secret party and was controlled by the European secretive organization.

Therefore, the students of Kassel College are either from ancient families that have cooperated with it for many years and regularly provide fresh blood, or from wild children who are displaced around the world and have no children or fathers and are brought back for adoption.

Roughly so.

Standing on the podium was a little old man with a strong hairstyle, a suit that he wore meticulously, his hair was also combed meticulously, if he still had a hair on the top of his head, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses.

When Xia Mo saw the professor for the first time, her experience as a student in two lifetimes told her that he was at least at the level of a dean of studies.

Professor Gerd Rudolf Manstein, Chairman of the Disciplinary Committee and part-time faculty member in charge of finances.

In other words, every year that Freedom Day is held, a Professor Manstein dies because of the pain of spending a small amount of money.

Potato Chip Girl has a deep understanding of this.

Those who spend money don't feel sorry, but those who manage money feel pain.

The classroom is equipped with walnut chairs and walnut desks, which are spaced a short distance apart. Everyone has a brass nameplate in front of their seat, similar to the small cards given out during college final exams.

Xia Mo found her seat, her English name was XiaMo, and after sitting down obediently, she looked around.

Renren, Nuonuo, Susie, and Chu Zihang were also there.

After all, we are all freshmen.

In addition, Xia Mo also noticed the Russian girl in the "Introduction to Dragon Family Genealogy" class. She was sitting at the three o'clock position, her back was quiet and her waist was straight like a thin bamboo.

Xia Mo withdrew her gaze and turned her head to look out the window.

Today is a nice day, suitable for an outing rather than an exam.

The rising sun rose above the clouds, and the sunlight spread down along the clouds, casting the shadow of the window on the walnut desk, and the whole classroom was dyed with a faint crimson color.

Xia Mo's mood relaxed.

Professor Manstein counted the number of people and then looked down at his watch. "Everyone is here. Now let me announce the exam rules!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Mo glanced above the blackboard, but did not see the red banner.

If it were a Chinese university, there would be a banner hanging that read: Cheating = retaking the course + public criticism + no degree certificate.

So terrifying.

Listen to what Professor Manstein says in his cadenced and majestic voice.

"Cheating is absolutely prohibited, and violators will be disqualified from all competitions!"

"Don't try to peek at other people's test papers. The cameras cover the entire classroom, there is no blind spot!"

"And don't try to bring electronic communication devices, radio waves are also monitored in the classroom!"

"I know you are all geniuses, but I can tell you that people who are more talented than you have also taken exams in this classroom. Every cheating method you can think of has been tried by someone else..."

If Xia Mo was a poor student, she would be sweating profusely by now.

"Please turn off your cell phone before we officially start, and place it on the corner of the table with your student ID."

After Professor Manstein finished speaking, a senior sister next to him began to distribute test papers along the aisle.

At the same time, the black curtain wall silently moved out from the mezzanine of the carved wooden windows, all the windows were closed, and the wall lights in the classroom lit up.

Xia Mo took the test paper from her senior sister, which was an A4 paper and came with a sharpened pencil.

"Thank you." Xia Mo thanked her senior sister.

"Good luck." The senior sister smiled. She had beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, and spoke standard Mandarin.

After all, I've put all my living expenses for a month on you.

Xia Mo nodded.

She looked down at the test paper and thought that A4 paper was worthy of being A4 paper. The surface of the paper was as white as snow, without a drop of ink.

There were sounds of people gasping all around.

This blank test paper caught many people by surprise.

Some mixed-race people with a family background do have psychological expectations.

The same is true for Xia Mo and her friends.

Once the college exam questions are leaked, it is definitely seen by more than one person.

Someone raised his hand to indicate that he had a question.

"Don't doubt it, there is nothing wrong with the test paper. I will be outside the classroom, you can ask any questions you have."

"Discussion is not prohibited, as long as you don't copy other people's answers." Professor Manstein said, "I wish you good luck."

Professor Manstein and the junior sister left the classroom.

As the door closed, the students looked around and whispered to each other, like ants on a hot pan, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

These are the freshmen who have absolutely no foundation.

They cannot copy other people's answers. Where do the answers come from for an exam that doesn't even have any test questions?

Xia Mo remained calm and composed, closing her eyes to rest.

When the other freshmen saw this, they thought that as expected of an S-level student, they would be confident no matter what the test was about.

At this time, the broadcasting system actually started playing a powerful rock song, suitable for singing alone in the bathhouse, Queen's "We Will Rock You".

The students looked at each other in bewilderment. Is this the time to appreciate music? Xia Mo opened her eyes and thought that the person who chose the song had good taste. She occasionally heard Xia Mi howling in the shower... Of course, Teacher Daye's singing skills were still very good.

The so-called three E test content is actually to cover up the dragon text with music with strong rhythm. The secondary melody in each bass area is the dragon text.

The hybrids will resonate with the dragon characters, and when they resonate, they will experience a 'clairvoyance' effect, followed by abnormal behavior.

This is a test that tests your talent. You don't have to do anything. The test will be over when you wake up.

Seeing that Renren and Susie had closed their eyes and pricked up their ears to listen carefully, Xia Mo smiled, listening to Uncle Ya's confident and full voice while trying to catch the dragon text that was being chanted in a low voice.

Dragon script is a dead language. It cannot be randomly combined and arranged to form new sentences like Chinese characters.

So far, the half-bloods have only been able to decipher seventy-six sentences of dragon script, and this was accomplished by Nicholas alone.

Seventy-six sentences of dragon text, that is to say, the question bank of the Triple E exam has only these seventy-six sentences. Only ten questions will be selected from them every year, and the test papers will be repeated every eight years.

Xia Mo naturally didn't need to cheat. She noticed that some people had entered the clairvoyance phenomenon.

Some people cry for their parents;
Some people danced the ballet "The Dying Swan", but the key point is that he is a pure man with full blood;
Others shouted "Holy Light, that enemy looks worth fighting. Fight for honor!" and poked the pencils in their hands into the backs of the people dancing in the front row. Fortunately, the people in the front row were tall enough, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

The purer the bloodline, the more detailed the picture you see. Otherwise, it will just be messy lines, tangled snakes, wildly growing plants and the like, just like the general public.

The candidates' answer is to record everything they see with pen and paper. It doesn't matter if it's a scribble or a style inspired by Picasso's abstract style. As long as there are curved lines, the Norma computer will grade the papers and capture the dragon text from the clues.

Xia Mo's control over her body was exceptional. She had learned a little bit of sketching, and the curves she drew were quite beautiful, like distant mountains in spring.

Xia Mo wrote down everything she heard from the dragon. She did not experience any clairvoyance. The call from her bloodline made her depiction take shape naturally, and her brushstrokes followed her feelings.

The first dragon character.

The second dragon text.

The third dragon character.

……

Xia Mo felt relaxed and pressure-free. She began to pay attention to Chu Zihang, Nuonuo and others.

Chu Zihang was very quiet, silently shedding tears. His eternal golden eyes dimmed under the suppression of some power, and the black-haired boy murmured, "Dad."

Nuonuo was also very calm. She had actually experienced clairvoyance before, so when she encountered it again, she was not surprised and was used to it.

From Nuonuo's back, Xia Mo felt that she was very sad. This red-haired priestess who was always laughing and making a fuss seemed to be so quiet for the first time, as quiet as if she was attending a funeral.

That Russian girl was also very calm, like a sculpture.

Xia Mo thought that this year's freshmen should not be underestimated, there are many hidden talents among them.

Then Xia Mo saw Renren jumping onto the desk, stepping on the A4 paper with her little leather shoes, and shooting the pencil like a kunai with such force that it actually pierced through the hard blackboard.

The pink-haired little girl had a ferocious face and shouted, "Kill, kill, kill! Everyone must die!"

Fuma Ninja jumped directly from the Ninja attribute to the Berserker.

Xia Mo was shocked and thought, what kind of psychological trauma has Renren suffered? I must treat her well in the future.

As the number of dragon characters gradually increased, many people fainted at the fifth level.

Renren, Nono and Susie are in the seventh lane.

The Russian girl also gave up at the seventh level and fell asleep on the walnut table.

Chu Zihang persisted to the eighth level, which was the Super A-level bloodline.

Xia Mo was the only one left in the room. She stretched lazily and felt that the A4 paper was not enough.

Xia Mo casually copied the ninth dragon character on the back of an A4 paper.

During this period, several classic rock songs by Queen and Linkin Park were played, and the tenth dragon text was hidden at the end of "in the end".

"Praise the awakening of my king. Destruction is rebirth."

Xia Mo was stunned when she heard this domineering and fanatical dragon text for the first time.

Deep in the pair of grey eyes flowed bright and hot lava, and a surge of rage spread uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, like a raging wildfire or a falling sun burning the world.

No. 01, Word Spirit. Emperor.

Every half-blood, even pure-blooded dragon, upon hearing these words, would feel a sense of panic and mission as if they were being summoned by the great master.

But the Emperor of Words did not frighten Xia Mo, which obviously angered her and her sea of ​​consciousness was boiling.

Xia Mo's spiritual vision finally appeared.

Ragnarok!

……

The bell tower, the night watchman’s lair.

Ange patted his old friend on the back, and the other sobbed, as if he had asthma and couldn't breathe.

Ange looked at his palms, which were covered in sweat.

Sweating profusely belongs to yes.

　Thanks to all the bosses for the tips. I looked at the backstage and found that I still owed a tip from a helmsman. The 400 monthly tickets have also arrived, which was a bit unexpected. I’m sweating profusely and have been drained dry.

　　I have an experiment all afternoon today and an exam in the evening, so I can't spare the time. I'll try to update as much as possible, but it may be very late. Sorry.

　　I am currently two chapters behind on my schedule and will try not to default.

　　In fact, I would prefer to rely on subscriptions for additional updates.

　　In short, I love you and I want to stick with you.

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(End of this chapter)