Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

Two days later, on the morning of the theoretical examination for the promotion exam.

There is a clock hanging on the monotonous white wall, and the ticking of the second hand seems to remind students of the passage of time, bringing invisible pressure to the students.

In the examination room, rows of tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and each table had the candidate's number on it, like a soldier's number.

Feng sat in his seat, spinning his pen boredly, waiting for the exam to begin, while calmly glancing at the other candidates in the classroom.

He kept an eye on the candidates in the same examination room, recalled the information he had collected about the outstanding students before the exam, and secretly marked a few of them.

The theoretical exam is held from 8:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m., and papers for Pokémon Basics, Pokémon Cultivation, League Competition Rules, World History and Geography are distributed together. Students will collect the papers together after they finish answering.

The exam questions are simple questions that test basic knowledge, without the trap questions that were deliberately set in the past, so candidates no longer have to play games with the test setters or even guess their thoughts.

But the exam is still very difficult.

The main reason is that the number of questions is too large.

Basically, no one can ever finish all the test questions. Even the excellent students who can pass the exam and enter the intermediate class will leave large blank spaces when handing in the paper, unless they copy the standard answers and write the answers without reading the questions.

Since it is a selection system, as long as you meet some of the school's conditions, the top 20% with the highest comprehensive scores in theory and practical courses can be promoted to intermediate or advanced classes. Therefore, you don't need to get full marks, as long as your score is higher than others.

However, this exam was different from usual ones.

Because the school will also select the first place from the beginner and intermediate classes to participate in the dojo exchange competition, those outstanding students who are very confident about the exam are trying their best to compete.

Feng is one of them, and he doesn't want to give up this opportunity that is right at his fingertips.

But he was not very confident that he could get first place among his classmates.

In terms of competition, he was certainly not inferior to anyone, but when it came to theoretical exams, as a busy man who "worked part-time" at night, he could not compare to those test-taker kings who spent every day in the library, so his scores would naturally be far behind.

Even if Feng can get high scores in the practical exam, it will still be difficult for him to get first place in the comprehensive score.

that……

What should you do when it is difficult to achieve your expectations or goals using formal means?

Most people may subconsciously reject those irregular and unethical means.

They would rather entrust their future to fate, hoping that a noble person will come to help, their opponent will make a stupid mistake, or some adventure will happen, or even a cheating system will fall from the sky.

But Feng’s idea is very simple.

Cheating.

……

"Everyone please get ready, the exam will start in ten minutes."

The invigilator on the podium unsealed the test paper bag and repeated, "Put your space bracelets on the podium, put your Pokémon in your Poké Balls, and don't look around during the exam..."

Magna and Sylph have been put back into the Poké Ball, but... Shieldblade is still hiding in the shadows, but in someone else's shadow.

Feng has made up his mind that he needs some external help in this exam.

I don't know if there will be any Psychic-type Pokémon among the invigilators at school. If not, it would be convenient for Aegisblade to help. If there is, the first person to be discovered will be in someone else's shadow, and it has nothing to do with me.

After the exam begins and it is confirmed to be "safe", the Shieldsword Monster will come back to help Feng complete the exam.

Another five minutes later, the invigilator began to distribute the test papers.

Feng got a small stack of test papers, flipped through them, wrote his name on them, and then began to stare at the test papers in a daze.

There is no need to worry about the Shield Sword Monster. Feng has already told it all the precautions and various possible emergencies. Now all it needs to do is act according to the plan.

"Jingle Bell"

After a bell rang, the exam officially began.

As if a starting gun had been fired, the candidates sat in their respective seats and started moving. Some frowned, some moved their pens quickly on the test papers, and others looked up at the clock from time to time, calculating the remaining time.

Feng picked up a subject at random, picked up a pen and started doing the questions.

The Shield Sword Monster was also not idle. He used his shadow to move around the targets and observe the subjects they chose first.

In the seat in front of Feng, a girl wearing bottle-bottom glasses was taking a pen and quickly writing down questions on the test paper. The pen made a rustling sound as it fell on the paper.

However, she was so focused that she didn't notice that there was a ghost-type Pokémon hiding in the shadow of the pen, and it would write down every answer she wrote.

Feng's strategy is simple.

Since there are too many questions to finish, try to stagger them with the subjects that others have written first, and do some test questions in "unpopular" subjects by yourself. Then copy them directly at the end, and the test questions will be relatively complete.

after a while.

"tread"

An invigilator walked around the examination room seriously, his sharp eyes scanning the students around him like a falcon looking for prey, ensuring fairness and order in the examination room.

As he walked, an indescribable sense of tension filled the air in the examination room, and the candidates seemed to breathe cautiously wherever he passed.

suddenly.

The invigilator stopped beside Feng's seat.

Feng caught a glimpse of his body out of the corner of his eye, but he was not sure whether his gaze was on his own paper or on someone else. He did not dare to relax at all while answering the questions.

The Shield Sword Monster has now returned to the shadow under Feng's pen.

Even though Feng was sure that the possibility of it being discovered was extremely low, he still couldn't help feeling a little nervous. In this mood, the flow of time seemed to slow down, and there was a sticky stagnation.

In a trance.

Feng seemed to have returned to his past life, back to that important examination hall in his life. He had to nervously pick up the pen again and fight for his own future on this "battlefield"...

"Ok?"

The invigilator's sudden questioning voice made Feng, who had focused most of his attention on him, feel nervous. His body almost trembled and his brain raced.

what happened?

Could he have discovered something? Could he be a superpower?

But immediately, the invigilator did not stop and continued to walk to the back, out of Feng's peripheral vision, and said, "Student, is there something you want to raise your hand for?"

"Teacher, I want to go to the toilet..."

A classmate's weak voice came from behind.

Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and an imperceptible blue light flashed on the pen in his hand. Then it magically moved on its own and wrote down the answers on the test paper at a rapid speed.

From the perspective of others.

It was Feng who was holding the pen, answering the questions fluently as if he didn't need to think or recall. But in fact, it was Feng's hand that was moving with the pen, and even if he let go of his hand, the pen would still move.