Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

"Ahhh, I'm late, I'm late!"

Cheng Yan's shouts spread all the way from the jungle to the Church of the Lords. He finally saw the familiar building. It would be too conspicuous to step on the peak again. Cheng Yan jumped to the ground and ran into the Church of the Lords like flying without stopping.

The students walking in twos and threes on the roadside felt a gust of wind blowing beside them. When they looked closely, they found that the wind was brought by a figure running by.

The boy, who was a little out of breath, stopped beside him and said, "Ma, can you tell me where the entrance exam for the Myoron School is held?"

Cheng Yan's breathing was a little rapid. He asked the students on the roadside, but his feet kept pacing, as if he was going to rush out the next second after hearing the answer.

The handsome boy started talking to him, and the two students being questioned stammered, "The Myo-lun sect should be... held at the Sahavala Academy."

"Okay, thank you!"

He knew it was Sahavalo College, but the college was so big that he was not sure where it was exactly.

He hurried to Miaolun Sect. The lion image at the door was still ugly and cute, but Cheng Yan didn't have a chance to look at it this time. He just rushed into the yard with his head down.

"Ahhh great, where is the exam location!"

How he wished that Zandik would suddenly appear, scold him for being unreliable, and take him to take the exam.

The deep and cold voice that Cheng Yan imagined did not appear. Instead, he heard another voice.

"Ouch... my old waist. I'm so careless at my age."

Cheng Yan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a white-haired old man lying on the grass by the roadside. He seemed to have accidentally fallen.

"...I can't see it. I can't see it."

He has to take an exam. If he misses this opportunity, how can he complete his mission? If he fails to do so, his life will be in danger.

So, come on, old man, there will be someone who has the time and the kindness to help you.

"Ouch... Is there any kind student who can help me up?"

The wailing became louder, as if she was afraid that Cheng Yan couldn't hear it.

Cheng Yan took a deep breath, but there was still no sign of stopping.

He really doesn't have time! Grandpa! Next time, next time I will definitely help you up!

"Oh my... Is there any classmate wearing black clothes who can help me up?"

There was silence all around, with only Cheng Yan and the old man lying on the side of the road.

Cheng Yan lowered his eyes and looked at his completely black clothes.

…Just tell me my ID number.

He was the only passerby around, and the old man was not just hinting but making it clear.

With a light sigh, Cheng Yan walked towards the old man resignedly and said to the system in his mind, "System, I may miss this opportunity to enter the Teaching Academy and get close to Zanzan."

I didn't expect that in order to be Xiaojiu, I forgot something as important as the exam.

As if sensing Cheng Yan's mood, Xiaojiu, who was heavy in his arms, began to struggle. Cheng Yan carried him out and put him on the ground, then walked to the side of the road to help the old man who had stopped wailing.

Cheng Yan had just stretched out his hand, but before he touched the person on the ground, he saw the white-haired old man quietly open one eye and look at him. There was no sign of pain in his sharp eyes.

"Old man, are you... teasing me?"

Cheng Yan withdrew his hand, realizing that the old man was deliberately trying to attract him over. He did not feel angry at all. If he had not met this old man, he would have most likely missed the exam anyway.

As expected, Cheng Yan was attracted over. The old man lying on the ground chuckled, stood up energetically, and moved closer to Cheng Yan and spoke quietly.

"Boy, can you show me your knife? Did you fly here when you entered the city?"

The old man rubbed his hands with an expression full of anticipation.

Cheng Yan lowered his eyes to look at the Zhuofeng on his waist, raised his hand to grasp it, and Zhuofeng showed no resistance.

So Cheng Yan placed the golden long sword in front of the old man and introduced it, "It's called Zhuofeng."

The old man tapped the blade with his withered fingers, his eyes sparkling, and he gave Cheng Yan a thumbs up, "This is a treasure!"

Cheng Yan curled his lips but did not speak. Of course it was a treasure. This was a knife made by the Emperor himself. He had to cut a whole mountain to get a piece of stone to chop the peak.

The old man looked at him with bright eyes. Cheng Yan did not stop. He still regretted that he had lost the opportunity to enter the Ordinance Hall. He did not notice that Xiaojiu, who was at his feet just now, had disappeared from the spot.

Azabul tried to grasp the hilt of the knife and felt the blade vibrate slightly, which made his palm numb. He withdrew his hand, rubbed his palm, and reached out to tug at Cheng Yan's sleeve.

"Student, can you let me try to fly on the knife?"

He has had a dream of flying since he was a child. Although he is old now, it cannot stop him from having a young heart.

Cheng Yan looked at the old man's bright eyes in front of him, raised his hand and pressed it on Zhuo Feng, making sure that Zhuo Feng did not resist before speaking.

"Yes, but I'm afraid you can't fly too fast. I'm worried that your body can't handle it."

Azabul's beard stood up with excitement. He raised his hand and held Cheng Yan's wrist. "Come on, student, help me."

Controlling the Zhuofeng sword suspended in the air, Cheng Yan helped the old man step shakily onto the long sword.

He could understand the old man's feelings very well. Flying with a sword, who could resist such temptation?

Cheng Yan really wanted to show his support to this strange old grandfather who was full of childishness, but when he thought about the opportunity to study at the Teaching Academy that he had missed, he felt so sad that he wanted to cry.

How can he explain to Zanzan? When will his favorability become positive?

Feeling sad for a moment, Cheng Yan sniffed and blinked away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.

Azabul had already stepped on the knife. Noticing Cheng Yan's emotions, a smile flashed across his bright eyes.

This boy is much more interesting than what Lemire said.

He has decided to take this student. With him around, that brat Zandik will never dare to give him a bad face.

As if he had already imagined Zandik bowing down to him, Azabul stroked his beard and let out a long breath.

Without revealing his identity directly, he put his hand on Cheng Yan's shoulder and pointed in a direction.

"Cheng...Student, let's go that way."

Cheng Yan looked in the direction of his finger and nodded. It didn't matter which way he went, he didn't know the way to the Educational Institute. Since it was too late for the exam, he might as well accompany the old man and make him happy. Cheng Yan always respected the elderly, and he liked the one in front of him very much.

At the examination site, a group of judges were about to ring the bell to announce the end of the examination.

Zandik closed his eyes and spoke again, "Wait a moment."

A female scholar pursed her lips and said, "Zandik, it has been extended for nearly an hour. Is someone with such a poor sense of time worthy of entering the House of Decrees?"

Zandik kept silent with a sullen face, and cast his eyes again towards the place where Cheng Yan should be, only to see that a small robot had appeared on the empty table, and the robot looked very familiar.

"Zandik? Are you listening to me?"

The female scholar's voice was filled with dissatisfaction. Even if Zandik was the youngest trainee in the Myōlun sect, he could not be so rude to her, his senior.

"you……"

Zandik raised his hand, stopping the female scholar from speaking.

"he came."

The female scholar turned her head and looked at the empty table where no one was. "Who? This candidate named Cheng Yan? Where did he come from?"

“His work is coming.”

The judges all turned their eyes to the table and saw Xiaojiu standing steadily on it.

The female scholar's expression did not improve, and she pursed her lips even tighter, "What do you mean by 'coming'? If the person himself does not show up, what's the point of having the work?"

Zandik ignored her and stared at Xiaojiu on the table with his red eyes. As if he noticed her gaze, Xiaojiu even bent over and saluted Zandik in a serious manner. His adorable little appearance was enough to melt people's hearts.

The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and Zandik said, "The candidates are all here, let's start the review."