Full-Time Magister: The Ruler of Wind and Rain

Wang Yu, a 25-year-old male, a typical laborer, encountered the most challenging major, civil engineering, at the best age of his life. As a result, right after graduation, he was assigned by the company he joined to work on the hot land of the South African wilderness, where he joined many heroes to participate in a grand project (building the foundation of a photovoltaic power station with the construction team). As the saying goes, everything is the best arrangement, except for work arrangements. Every day, Wang Yu was endlessly working on the African land to the accompaniment of high-energy, earthy music.

After fulfilling his three-year contract, he returned to his dormitory in China, exhausted (from daily dusting) and emotionally scarred (from post-traumatic stress disorder related to his DJ rendition of the Great Compassion Mantra). He had submitted his resignation while still in Africa, and the company gave him a few days to pack so he could leave cleanly. But Wang Yu hadn't even started packing when he couldn't contain his excitement. He pulled out his weathered gaming laptop, equipped with a legendary 1050ti graphics card, and downloaded a famous open-world game!

You're right, but the network on the African construction site isn't exactly plagued by occasional lag and packet loss; it's better than nothing. So, Wang Yu, a well-known gamer, hasn't opened Genshin Impact, the game he's been longing for, for three whole years. He anxiously awaits the game's download, but his internet speed is limited, so he can only continue enjoying the novels he's practically memorized from his phone's cache. His favorite is a mage-themed novel, but unfortunately, the author is inhumane in the later stages, leaving plot holes and unresolved issues—even less reliable than a black man working.

Finally, after more than an hour, the long-awaited game launch screen appeared on the screen. He couldn't wait to get out of bed, click the mouse, and open the long-sealed stone door. Wang Yu squinted at the completely white screen in front of him and thought, "It's been so long since I've played. I got hit by a flash right at the start. It made me laugh."

But the game music didn't play as he expected. Wang Yu opened his eyes and found himself sitting in the back row of the classroom. Above the blackboard was written: "4 days until the Magic Middle School Entrance Exam." Memories kept surfacing in his mind. Wang Yu slumped over his desk, his body trembling, but his brain was like a computer with its hard drive's read/write bandwidth fully utilized, both lagging and processing at high speed. He only snapped back to reality when the teacher (whom Wang Yu couldn't recall his name yet) tapped the blackboard to dismiss get out of class.

Holy crap, what do you mean I got transported to another world while playing Genshin Impact?

Reaching such a frustrating conclusion, Wang Yu laughed in exasperation. Why did he arrive in another world and immediately think of such utter nonsense?!

Since I'm already here, I should first figure out my situation! Wang Yu started to look around seemingly, but in reality, he was connecting the memories flooding his mind with the people and things around him.

My deskmate, I think his name is Mo Fan, was acting strangely last class too. He slept on his desk for the entire period, muttering things like "I'm a genius" and "I want to be an academician." Luckily, they sat in the last row, and teachers generally didn't spend much time managing students in that area. After all, the high school entrance exam was coming up soon, and wouldn't it be better to cram a few more questions into the average students? So no one paid attention to his and Mo Fan's odd behavior; the teacher probably just thought they were having a sleep paralysis.

It was through Mo Fan and the memories that surfaced in his mind that Wang Yu confirmed his destination: the world of Full-Time Magician! This was a world where magic reigned supreme. The courses taught in the school, except for Chinese which was not much different from the original timeline, and English which had become a subject called Esperanto that most people still couldn't understand, had all been transformed into magical subjects. Politics, history, and geography had become general knowledge of magical institutions, general knowledge of magical history, and a magical version of Earth's geography. Mathematics had become theory of elemental magic. Physics and chemistry had become introductions to black and white magic and dimensional magic, and biology had become a comprehensive popular science about world monsters.

Under normal circumstances, Wang Yu might have been overjoyed about this transmigration. After all, this was magic! Who wouldn't want to control the elements and look incredibly cool? But the problem was, the magic entrance exam was just around the corner. Both the novels he'd been reading recently and his memories of this life emphasized the importance of this exam. To become a true magician, one had to undergo a crucial ritual: magical awakening. The vast majority of people in this world couldn't awaken magic spontaneously; even magical geniuses rarely did. Therefore, the first hurdle for becoming a mage was magical awakening. But from what Wang Yu knew, the magical awakening would take place at the high school opening ceremony, witnessed by all the teachers, but only if you passed the entrance exam—and that was the crux of the matter.

The school bell rang, and Wang Yu had no choice but to switch his focus, searching his memory for information about himself. What he found was truly astonishing: Wang Yu, male, 15 years old, 1.77 meters tall and weighing just over 100 pounds, considered quite tall and thin in Bo City (a place name he had just recalled). Both his parents were deceased; his original self (so, his soul had transmigrated) had lived in an orphanage, subsisting on government subsidies and living a meager existence. What was most unsettling was that the orphanage was called the "Starting Point Orphanage," supposedly meaning that the children there had the potential to become mages like other children, and this was the starting point of their mage careers. The meaning was good, but unfortunately, Wang Yu's brain, polluted by modern society, sometimes found itself at odds with inexplicable amusement.

Following his muscle memory, Wang Yu walked back to his small dormitory in the courtyard, trying to clear his mind as he went. However, his fantasies about magic surged like a tidal wave, impossible to stop. He had always loved these fantastical stories, always imagining himself wielding various wondrous powers and becoming a great hero. But now, he had a very high chance of failing the first hurdle of becoming a great hero: the magic entrance exam. The original owner of this body, while not outstanding, was at least considered academically gifted. A student about to take the entrance exam didn't even have a clear memory of what each subject tested.

Fortunately, although the original owner's education level was rather poor, he at least cherished his textbooks (meaning they were piled up under his bed in the dormitory to collect dust) and didn't sell them for scrap paper to earn pocket money. After greeting Grandpa Huang from the nursing home next door, who was on duty guarding the door today, Wang Yu finished his steamed bun from the orphanage canteen in two bites, then plunged into his small ten-square-meter dormitory, found all his textbooks, spread them out on the bed in chronological order, and began his arduous study for the night.

There are still three days until the exam. It's just nine years of compulsory magic education, right? Watch out, kid. The next three days of study will be awesome!