Resurrection, I'm crazy

It seemed so strange that this student still chose a sword, but it was a semi-hard sword.

His hands seemed to be assimilated, and when he attacked, both hands stretched out at the same time. Although his spiritual power was well controlled and the sword did not float in other directions, the students outside the field could hardly suppress their laughter.

His body was rather stiff, and I didn't know if it was because he was nervous about going on stage, or because he was nervous about being watched by all the other students.

Fortunately, this student had a stable mentality. Although he used his hands and feet, the direction of his sword swinging and his footwork were still very steady, so he did not fall.

Ji Cunyan knew that he did not have very good control over his limbs. He wanted to control his limbs well, but no matter what he did, his hands and feet could not swing the sword according to the picture in his head.

Although his limbs were not coordinated, the direction of the sword and the chopping movements were very standard, and Chong Ling and Long Baiyue did not give themselves too low scores.

Seeing this, Ji Cunyan breathed a sigh of relief... Fortunately, he didn't make a fool of himself today. If he had practiced normally, his hands and feet would have been in a different direction.

He smiled towards a certain location and swung the sword in his hand.

The man still didn't speak, and didn't make any expression with his body language, but his eyes were fixed on Ji Cunyan.

Is there something tricky?

"...Aren't these the two we saw on the stairs during the first assessment?" Du Weizhu, the girl who was secretly eating candy in the back, noticed Ji Cunyan's face.

Then he quietly looked for another person to have sugar with around the entire examination room.

But after looking around the entire arena, he couldn't find anyone. It was not until Ji Cunyan stepped down from the stage that he saw the person with the expressionless face who had received the sword from Ji Cunyan in the corner.

After looking around, I found you are here!

It seems that the candy I was eating was not fake.

Facial paralysis and liveliness, hehe...they are the best match.

Next is the expressionless face. Their personalities are opposite, so I wonder if their body coordination is also opposite?

If this is the case, it is even more necessary to eat this candy, it is a perfect match.

"Hey, be more normal." Her roommate knew Du Weizhu's nature and reminded her that she was taking an exam and should eat some sugar or write fan fiction after the exam.

"... Okay, I get it. Don't worry, it won't affect the exam... It's the first time I've banged a real person. It's more exciting than a paper man."

She still had stars in her eyes, but they were much more normal than they had been on the stairs.

"Exam roommate! Pay attention." After two reminders, Du Weizhu finally watched the competition seriously.

Although this person loves to knock, he can still distinguish the home court after being reminded. He just gets used to it.

Feng Liuyun, the classmate with expressionless face, was exactly as Du Weizhu had expected. His body movements were much smoother than Ji Cunyan's, and his sword dancing was relatively powerful.

I saw the sword in his hand swung down violently, drawing a long arc in the air and forming a circle very quickly.

The movements were fierce and fast, without any delay, and the sword was retracted steadily.

Long Baiyue continued to rub 081's little fox head with admiration in his eyes. This group of students were indeed hard-working and outstanding.

As the assessing teacher, Chong Ling expressed his approval of the student's actions, and Feng Liuyun scored 91 points.

Time passed by 1 minute and 1 second, and all students who were drawing Qi into their bodies must complete the second assessment before 12 noon.

Therefore, most of the students who took the field were in groups. When there were too many people, the academy's own spiritual energy isolation device became weaker.

Long Baiyue smiled as he formed seals with his hands. A faint green aura flowed through them, creating a relative space for the subsequent students to join.

Ensure that they will not be affected by the test takers around them, and will not affect the observation and assessment of the students who have not entered the gas.

Fang Xiamin was a bit pitiful. She was not good at using weapons, so she chose a long stick that she thought would cause the least damage.

But I didn't expect that the stick was too long and heavy, and my body lacked flexibility and coordination when dancing.

This resulted in Fang Xiamin failing the assessment. Chong Ling shook his head helplessly. There was nothing he could do.

So Fang Xiamin's score was not very high. When she left the stage, she took a look at the stick in her hand.

Could anyone tell her why a wooden stick could be so heavy?

"Hahaha, Xia Min, your coordination level is almost the same as Ji Cunyan." The familiar classmates couldn't help laughing when watching Fang Xia Min's assessment.

"…What can I do? If you keep laughing, I will sell you pills with chili and Houttuynia cordata flavors." Fang Xiamin was helpless. She was really not good at this.

"...I don't want to. I hate folded ears the most. I'll shut up, right now." The man quickly closed his mouth and made a zipper motion, then sat down quietly and continued to watch the students on the ring.

It’s over, they are in the same class, and I forgot that Fang Xiamin is a weird alchemy fanatic.

Normally, Fang Xiamin is the top alchemy student in the class. It was a rare occasion to see her embarrassed today, so she started to complain.

You can do whatever you want, but don't mess with the alchemist or pharmacist. Otherwise, there is no guarantee that the next product he/she produces will be used to take revenge.

"That's right, everyone has strengths and weaknesses..."

"If you like, I can give you half of the stinking grass I picked."

Fang Xiamin continued to say that if it wasn't during the assessment period, she would have wanted to take out the stinky grass and share it with this person.

They were in the same class, so it was normal for them to compete with each other. They had made a bet before that whoever scored lower on the practical exam would give him half of the herbs he collected.

It’s just that the one she picked recently was stinking weed, and if she took it out… well, the smell would definitely be very attractive.

"Let's go back and fulfill our bet." The classmates were very upset to see them like this.

However, when they were short of something, they did earn a lot of spiritual plants and herbs by doing this.

After lunch, the two went back to fulfill their promise. The moment Fang Xiamin took out the stinky grass, a strong stench spread throughout the dormitory.

In the afternoon's theoretical test, Wang Zixuan had no choice but to come to the examination room with a stinking body.

"Brother, where have you been? Why does it smell so bad? It seems to taste like coriander. Have you eaten a pure coriander hot pot?"

As he entered the examination room, he smelled a pungent odor and quickly pinched his nose.

"No... I wasn't paying attention when I was picking herbs and got splashed all over." The odor terminator is coriander, but it will take an hour to completely disappear.

Ahhh, Wang Zixuan swore that he would never make a bet with Fang Xiamin again.

Fortunately, the invigilator quickly noticed the smell, immediately took out an aromatherapy diffuser from his pocket and quietly lit it up.

Within two minutes, the smell in the examination room completely dissipated.

Even Wang Zixiuan, who smelled bad and smelled of coriander, became fragrant.

After the assessment, I almost pulled the teacher aside to thank Dafa.

"Haha, this guy is so funny."

"Be careful next time, brother, or I would have thought you fell into a manure pit." As soon as he left the examination room, an acquaintance couldn't wait to hook his arm around Wang Zixuan's neck and said in a very asking-for-a-punch tone.

This matter was passed on to the teaching disciples, and there was one more piece of gossip about 081, but it did not affect Fang Xiamin's bizarre elixir plan.

She even thought of the recipe for next time, which would be bitter melon and Chinese toon. I guess even the students in the Department of Spiritual Food don’t have as many ideas as she does.