svetikya Chapter 345 Exam Week
Chapter 345 Exam Week
What was life like afterwards? The memory ends here and I can’t see any more.
What did I do? I can't remember...but the last scene was me picking up the sword.
Is that my memory? It doesn't feel like it, but it feels very similar...
Should this be in my memory? I don't know, I don't know anything...
……
We will continue tomorrow...
It has not yet reached the point where I need to explore these things and give up everything...
I looked outside and found that it was already dark... I was sitting on the ground, feeling a little chilly...
I must have sweated a lot. I felt a little nauseous... My stomach made me feel like retching, so I really vomited everything out.
He drank a few sips of water, rinsed his mouth, and fell to the ground. The bed was just within reach, but after washing up, he seemed to have lost all his strength.
I thought I would spend the night on the floor, but when I woke up, I was in bed, with water at the bedside and a quilt covering me. The sunlight poured into the room just right, and my curtains were drawn with only a tiny gap left that allowed the light to shine on my body.
I rubbed my eyes. The water at the bedside was still warm. I drank it all and stepped onto the ground barefoot. Only then did I feel alive.
It feels so unreal, as if nothing is important to me anymore and I feel as if I am being peeled off.
My head was dizzy, and I looked at the things I left behind. Hmm? Eh? What is this?
It is an ordinary flower, but it was my favorite flower in my previous life.
This is a very tiny peach blossom that was picked alone and placed at the bedside.
I used to pick up fallen flower petals and make them into dried flowers, but that didn't have the scent of flowers, nor the beauty.
The flower was picked easily. Compared with his hand, it was so small and so cute.
I raised my smiling face and looked at this gorgeous flower. I really liked the feeling of peach blossoms. It was a feeling that I would never forget since I saw it once when I was a child.
Why did I like peach blossoms when I was a child? I thought about a long time ago... Forget it, all that is in the past.
Everything will pass, including my already boring life.
Write down the numbers on all the memories and then start drinking one bottle after another.
To be honest, if I have this kind of perseverance and means, I will succeed in everything I do, right?
Forget all the good things, then the pain will no longer hurt...
What a pervert! He laughed and cursed himself, but then he felt waves of relief.
Pain is the reason that motivates you to move forward, and happiness is the existence that makes you stop. You are neither happy nor painful. Without happiness as a contrast, pain would not be so painful. If happiness does not exist, there is no so-called happiness.
I have seen the distant scenery many times, drank all the potions, and pasted them in order and according to my memory.
The parts that can be remembered for each bottle of medicine are different, and I will keep them well.
I will keep it for a long, long time.
I continued to read the borrowed book on alchemy. The part I was currently reading was about how to create a space similar to that of cultivating immortals.
In fact, it is the compression of a part of the space. This kind of thing is very magical. Even if it is alchemy, if it is described in the simplest way, I can't quite understand it. The main reason is that this book is too profound. There should be no more than one hand that can really be refined in this continent.
I have studied all the contents in this book thoroughly, but what is amazing is why those few words can be connected to form a sentence?
I felt like my brain was about to explode. All my other research, not just my own research, was a mess.
I'm so tired and want to sleep.
I just woke up and almost went back to bed, but suddenly I remembered that I had to attend a class today and return my books. I didn’t go to pick up my books yesterday…
I have to return that book first.
I walked over, and when he opened the door and took the book away, I suddenly thought of a question as I looked at him: "Why don't you go to sit in on the class?"
The other party looked at him and said, "I was expelled. You should remember that, right? The entire Xumi didn't really welcome me, but that god finally allowed me to move around in Xumi. I just couldn't enter the School of Wisdom anymore."
Did I say this? I was so dizzy that I forgot...
Instructions that can be forgotten aren't that important, right?
I comforted myself in this way and returned the book. Fortunately, I returned it on time. I filled a notebook with notes from the courses I attended.
This is the sixth book. I will organize everything I learn from almost every class. It will be several pages of notes and not durable. It will take a month to record everything.
"Okay, the next step is the holiday, this is the last class, and this is our final exam for this semester."
The other person passed the thick test paper to me. Do I want to answer it? I found that there was actually an extra paper in front of me. The other person noticed this and gave me an encouraging smile. Okay, I'll give it a try.
I was the first one to hand in my paper, and after that I went to the library to read.
As the exam time slowly passes, more and more people come out to complain that the questions this time are too difficult. Are they difficult?
The questions this time were as simple as what 1+1 equals, and the difficult questions were just as simple as multiplication of three-digit numbers.
Why does it feel so difficult?
"teacher!"
"what happened?"
Is this a familiar little guy? Seeing that he responded, he came over and said, "Teacher, can you tell me the exam topic? Please, I don't want to fail!"
"It won't be hard, trust me. You can take my book. Uh, I think you should be intermediate potions, right? Read it a few times. The last class is a lab class. Don't worry. The usual score is 60%. As long as it's not too bad, I will let you pass it."
"So we have to make the potion?!" one of them exclaimed, then nodded, not thinking there was anything wrong.
"I have taught you a lot in the first two classes, and you should have tried it. Don't worry, it won't be difficult." After thinking for a while, maybe the children have too many concerns? "Don't worry, as long as you can make it, even if it is a basic potion, I can give you a passing grade according to the usual score. Of course, as long as you make something, it's fine."
After all, it is an elective course, and I can't be too strict no matter what. Plus, the kids are working very hard to complete their graduation exams, and it would be bad if I made them uncomfortable, right?
At least you can spend more time and effort on other aspects.