There was a student who answered more than a dozen questions in a row. His face turned red as he stood there, unable to answer a single question.

Some students took advantage of the time when they could move freely after answering the questions and ran forward as fast as they could, but ended up crashing into the beast's nest.

One student happened to pass over the ditch when he was immobilized. He actually fell into the ditch and was directly surrounded by leeches from the ditch.

"This one is not very lucky. It got stuck in the tree."

"Hey, this kid has a wide range of knowledge. He has answered so many questions so far."

"That one is poisonous! It's so obvious that you can't tell the difference. Fortunately, this is an examination room. If we were in a secret realm, we would be dead."

"Why are you running in such a hurry? The further you go, the more dangerous it becomes. Why don't you quickly find something to use as a weapon?"

"Why does this child keep spinning around at the end of the painting? There is no road there at all. The sundial is behind it. You can see it when you turn around and look up!"

"Why don't many students prepare for a rainy day? The test questions on the first day are the simplest, and the ferocious beasts are also easy to deal with. How silly are you not to make some preparations quickly and keep running forward at this time?"

"I think Lan Zhi must have been making preparations. Have you seen Lan Zhi?"

All the pavilion masters shook their heads: "I haven't seen it yet."

There are three thousand students in the scroll. Except for Yi Wengui, no one else's spiritual consciousness can enter the scroll, nor can they interfere with the examination process.

The only thing they can do is click and watch.

In this case, very few can be seen.

Lan Zhi obviously belongs to the majority.

The headmaster also wanted to see Lan Zhi's performance, so he lit another bright light. After seeing the picture clearly, he immediately praised: "This new student is quite good. He knows how to prepare for a rainy day and has started mining and preparing for refining weapons."

Next to him, the North Gate Master of the Qixiu Pavilion came over and took a look: "It is indeed mining... Huh? This is digging purple sand mud!"

One of the pavilion masters didn't react at once: "What happened to Zisha Ni?"

Beimen said: "Purple clay is used to make pottery."

The headmaster suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart: "He doesn't want to make pottery during the exam, does he?"

Beimen found out that the person digging the soil was Xing Zhi, and said without surprise: "If it's him, it's normal. He has been in school for one month, and all he makes is ceramics. When I first saw it, I thought it was pretty good.

Amazing, but useless.”

Headmaster: "..."

Although Tu Qinxiao told him not to worry about Lan Zhi's love problems, he still couldn't help but assume the role of an old father and worry about whether Lan Zhi would suffer if she was with him.

Lan Zhi had already suffered enough in the past, and he didn't want to make Lan Zhi suffer even more.

Now seeing Xing Zhi's leisurely and indifferent appearance, he didn't know whether to say yes or no.

It's okay, he doesn't seek advancement at all.

It's hard to say, but his personality can complement Lan Zhi and make Lan Zhi relax, who is always in a tense state.

In short, the old father was very sad.

In the following time, Zhang Old Father Jiao kept looking at Xing Zhi.

Xingzhi didn't seem to care about time or the exam. He dug up the purple clay slowly and found a place nearby to sit down and make pottery.

There are no pottery tools in the painting, but it has no impact on him.

He can do it purely by hand.

Under their gaze, Xingzhi slowly turned the rotating mud block into an exquisite purple sand plate with his slender and beautiful hands.

That picture is particularly healing to look at.
Chapter completed!