What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

She reached out and touched the wall, then closed her eyes.

A few seconds later, An Chen and Jiu Ge felt dizzy.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a pure white house in front of me.

"My mom can't come in, so I came alone, but I don't know anyone here, and I'm very scared." A little boy was crying as he explained the situation to the staff on site.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Just go over there and line up to submit your form. Someone will take you in to take the exam." The staff member scratched his head and patiently comforted the child in front of him.

"The staff here are even more friendly than I expected," An Chen remarked thoughtfully, observing the scene before him.

"Your association is either a black room or a white room, it's very unique." He tried to find a suitable adjective, but couldn't find one at all.

"Actually, there are also pure red houses, pure green houses, pure blue houses, and pure yellow houses," Jiuge recalled and explained.

Once she enters such a formal setting, she unconsciously regains her composure and calmness.

Just as she ignores her inner fears when working, Jiuge always has a clear understanding of different situations.

The house in front of them was indeed white, just like the white clothes An Chen was wearing.

Within the association, each color of house serves a different purpose.

The black room, for example, was mainly used for meetings and secondarily for housing knights.

Now that they've arrived at the exam location, Jiu Ge isn't holding An Chen's arm like she used to.

Although not many people came to take the exam, I was still afraid of running into someone I knew.

"This is mainly for testing spiritual power, right?" An Chen confirmed.

The little boy had already handed in his form and been picked up.

"Yes, the first thing was a spiritual power test, followed by a written test." Jiuge tossed a strand of hair.

"But you don't need to go in now, the exam starts in an hour anyway," she reminded him.

Only a few people would enter the white house every ten minutes or so. The exam was much quieter than An Chen had imagined.

"Can I just randomly get a score of 70 for the spiritual power test?" An Chen found a long bench in a secluded spot nearby and sat down.

"Hmm, I still can't understand how you detected that he had no spiritual power back then..." Jiu Ge sat down next to An Chen and quietly looked him over.

At that time, she thought her crystal was sick.

"What exactly does the written test cover?" An Chen avoided Jiu Ge's gaze and looked away.

"Chinese, Math, English, Geography, History, Politics, Biology, Physics, Chemistry." As she spoke, Jiu Ge poked An Chen's waist.

"...Are you serious?" An Chen was a little dumbfounded.

Are these things also indispensable in the world of metaphysics and magic?

"What I'm talking about counts as one subject. For the other subjects, you just need to hold the pen that's specially prepared for the test takers, and the pen will move on its own." Jiu Ge glanced at An Chen.

Didn't she tell An Chen these things before?

And why is this person completely immune to tickling?

"Is it also based on spiritual power? Wouldn't that make the exam much faster?" An Chen looked thoughtfully at the white house in the distance.

"It's not very fast, it'll take about twenty minutes to half an hour. Because this is a spiritual power test, not a skills exam or anything like that," Jiuge explained after recalling for a moment.

"Hmm... I'll control my strength." An Chen nodded.

Controlling your score is much harder than getting a perfect score.

He had done some research on this.

Grades shouldn't be the same for every subject; there should be some differences in the grades.

Of course, those who get zero or full marks in every subject are not included in this category.

After waiting for about forty minutes, and informing Jiu Ge, An Chen went to the door alone to hand in the form.

After pressing his fingerprint and entering his ID card, An Chen was greeted by two familiar figures.

"Hahaha, isn't this An Chen?" Gong Jun stared with innocent-looking eyes, his tone unusually excited.

His tattoos were still prominent, and he carried a new stick on his back.

"You're recovering well," An Chen said gently, smiling at Gong Jun.

He still remembered the time he left Gong Jun and the others by the roadside.

According to Mr. Huang's account, they were all taken to the hospital by passersby at the time.

"An Chen, An Chen!" Next to Gong Jun was Huang Lao's daughter, Huang Jingjing.

"It's been so long! I've missed you so much!" Huang Jingjing, with her exquisite makeup, was even more excited than Gong Jun.

Her face was flushed red, and she was practically ready to pounce on An Chen.

An Chen suddenly felt very fortunate that Jiu Ge wasn't around, otherwise she would definitely have misunderstood something.

“I messaged Jiuge before, but she didn’t reply.” Huang Jingjing’s voice was full of grievance.

She shifted her body and looked up at An Chen with pleading eyes.

“…She doesn’t check her phone much, and she doesn’t reply to messages often.” An Chen smiled, trying to brush off Huang Jingjing with an excuse.

No wonder there's been no news about her since she went back to Jingcheng; Jiuge probably blocked Huang Jingjing.

"That's good. I thought she was going to cheat on me, it scared me to death." Huang Jingjing sighed dramatically.

"Cheating?" An Chen was dumbfounded.

"Hurry up and go in," the staff member at the door urged.

"Okay, wait a moment." Gong Jun smiled brightly at the staff.

The staff member blushed with embarrassment.

"What's your relationship with Huang Jingjing?" Gong Jun asked quietly.

"It's alright."

An Chen answered calmly as he walked inside.

“Yes, yes, of course we’re related! An Chen and I are so destined for each other!” Huang Jingjing skipped and hopped along behind the two of them.

Gong Jun turned around and looked at her, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"It's okay." An Chen felt like he had a splitting headache.

If Gong Jun misunderstands, and the news gets back to Jiu Ge, then the misunderstanding will be huge.

Chapter 247 You've Got It Wrong, I'm Not at Full Spiritual Power (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

“Oh, right, An Chen, I have a question for you, don’t be shy.” Huang Jingjing jumped forward a few steps and poked An Chen’s shoulder.

“?” An Chen asked, puzzled.

How could someone with his thick skin possibly be shy?

With a blank expression, An Chen patted his shoulder and took a few steps toward Gong Jun.

"Hahahaha!" Gong Jun touched his short hair and laughed heartily, seemingly lost in thought.

"What's your QQ number and signal strength?" Huang Jingjing continued talking to herself, seemingly oblivious to An Chen's refusal.

“I don’t use QQ or WeChat.” An Chen glanced ahead.

The corridor was much longer than he had imagined, and coincidentally, the spiritual power testing room he was going to was at the very back.

"Hahahaha, this is interesting!" Gong Jun's laughter grew increasingly exaggerated.

"Stop laughing," Huang Jingjing said to Gong Jun with disdain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Gong Jun said apologetically, but he still smiled happily.

The conversation between the two people in front of them seemed quite interesting.

Huang Jingjing rolled her eyes at Gong Jun, too lazy to say anything to him.

"Are you kidding me?" She turned around and followed An Chen again.

From both a logical and emotional standpoint, An Chen's statement is extremely unreasonable.

Modern people will use at least one of these, and even the elderly will at least use WeChat.

It's impossible that An Chen is still using text messages or playing games like Flying Pigeon or Drift Bottle, right?

"I wasn't kidding you." An Chen continued walking forward, his tone indifferent.

"What's your phone number?" Huang Jingjing asked, her tone full of dissatisfaction.

"I don't use my phone much." An Chen quickened his pace.

"Huh? You don't mean to say you can't remember phone numbers, do you?" Huang Jingjing was stunned.

Isn't this a classic case of playing her for a fool?

Judging from Huang Lao's words, An Chen might be a big shot.

If he's a big shot, he can't possibly be mentally challenged, and he certainly can't forget a string of numbers.

“Yes. You’re right.” An Chen nodded.

The spiritual power testing room is almost here.

He waved to Gong Jun and Huang Jingjing, indicating that they could leave.

"Hahahaha! Goodbye then!" Gong Jun was still laughing happily.

"..." Huang Jingjing gritted her teeth, her face full of confusion.

Once An Chen was delivered to the spiritual power testing room, Gong Jun and Huang Jingjing's mission was complete.

But this time, neither of them really wanted to leave.

Unfortunately, the two of them still had to keep working.

If Gong Jun's reluctance to part with An Chen is due to his innate personality—he's a very warm-hearted person—then...

But Huang Jingjing is different.