"Bang!"
The small door at the end of the room was pushed open heavily.
The teaching assistant bent over and crawled back into the long and narrow room, his steps heavy.
"No whispering!"
Hilda, who returned to the house, immediately noticed the slightly chaotic scene in the house and shouted loudly: "The spells on each sign are different, and everyone's perception is also different... This is just this trial.
At the beginning of the meeting, don’t drag others into the ditch.”
This sentence is very heartbreaking.
Zheng Qing curled his lips and sat back down, trying to block the noise in his ears. While carefully touching the bumps on the edge of the trial card, he silently recited the words "Tianweixiansi" in his heart, trying to learn from this sign.
Force out more knowledge.
This made him inexplicably think of a saying - knowledge is like water in a sponge, there is always some squeeze.
But even though he tried his best to concentrate, Hilda's voice still penetrated into his ears uncontrollably: "...You still have twenty minutes to study! Seize the time! Don't even fail to take the first step...
…”
"Sir!" Zheng Qing heard someone asking loudly: "Are we in the sky now? Will we really be thrown from the sky by you soon?"
He finally couldn't help it and looked up in the direction of Hilda.
Under his feet, the shadow of boredom also spread its teeth and claws, like an octopus looking for food, burrowing in and out of the shadows of other people on the floor.
Hilda looked at the questioner with a strange expression: "Are you asking me?"
The questioner nodded honestly.
The teaching assistant looked around and looked at the expectant eyes. He slowly straightened his face, opened his eyes wide, then took a deep breath and roared: "Do you only have so much time? You have time to ask the examiner for the answers to the test questions. No."
Do you have time to check your test papers a few more times?"
Whoosh!
The young wizards on both sides of the room all lowered their heads, and once again began to copy and recite the unfamiliar spell in their hands like crazy.
…
…
Twenty minutes flies by.
Hilda didn't give everyone even a second. Almost as soon as the second hand turned to 0 o'clock, she shouted loudly to remind everyone present:
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
"The trial meeting for the 2008 freshmen of First University has officially begun!"
"First step, please unbuckle your seat belts."
There was a rustling sound in the room. Zheng Qing looked around while answering, looking at his companions: "Have you copied the spells we mentioned? Is the flying spell okay? Check your body.
The equipment... pull the belt around your wrist to see if the Dharma book is tied tightly."
Except for Li Meng, everyone else immediately carried out the nagging instructions of the hunting team leader and agreed one by one. Only the little witch was still flipping through the Dharma book, staring at the unfamiliar spells on it, and muttering.
Talking about it non-stop.
"Step two!"
As if she heard the young public-funded student's whispered instructions, Hilda glared at him fiercely and raised her voice: "Everyone, lean back a little... Yes, just put a little force on your waist and abdomen, and lean back on your neck."
Zheng Qing did as he was told.
Click.
There was a clear click sound, which came along the skull. It sounded like the sound of a certain mechanism being opened. But before he could recover, there was a sudden light behind him, and the seat back that was originally blocking him seemed to be
As if someone had suddenly pulled it out, the resistance disappeared instantly.
call!
Zheng Qing turned somersaults, rolled backwards from his seat, and fell into the turbulent airflow in a blink of an eye. There were screams one after another in his ears, and pictures flashed in front of his eyes. Slippery clouds passed over his hands and feet, and the cold air
pressing.
When he opened his mouth, it was as if someone poured water on him, and there was a wet feeling everywhere in his mouth and nasal cavity.
The boy struggled, raised his head and looked back, and saw a large aircraft hanging steadily not far away, catching his eye. Both sides of the wide and fat aircraft were opened, revealing the empty cabin.
In the cabin, Hilda was holding on to the rope net hanging from the ceiling, waving her arms vigorously, as if saying goodbye to these young wizards. The strong wind vaguely brought him intermittent shouting:
"Arrived at the airdrop location...execution...completed!"
It's really a plane.
After a brief moment of confusion, Zheng Qing somehow did not feel overly panicked, quickly regained his composure, and was relieved that the result of his hunting team's discussion was correct.
He turned over with difficulty, letting the strong wind howl in his ears, and countless scenes passing by in his sight. He focused and worked hard to open the Dharma book in his hand, scanning the spells copied on the first page, and the magic power in his body naturally flowed:
"Mayfly feathers, beautiful clothes!"
Buzz!!
A short low whistle passed by his ears, and Zheng Qing could clearly feel that the magic power flowing in his body suddenly deviated under the guidance of the spell, as if a punch had hit the empty space, catching him off guard.
The mantras transcribed in the Dharma book rose up line after line, and then turned into black ashes, leaving only a blank space.
Good luck.
Zheng Qing comforted himself. The failure to recite the incantation did not cause a backlash of magic power. It was just that the incantation was out of control and had little impact. He raised his hand and laboriously turned the pages of the Dharma book in his hand until the last few pages.
There is a second flight spell there to back up the transcript just in case.
"I can do it, no problem."
He cheered himself up from the bottom of his heart, his eyes focused and quickly passed over the slightly scrawled spell on the paper, then he tried hard to clear his throat, pressed his fingertips on the basic spell, and recited:
"Mayfly feathers, beautiful clothes!"
Woo...buzz!!
This time, a long and low roar sounded continuously, and the body that was falling rapidly seemed to have hit a soft pile of cotton and quickly stabilized.
Zheng Qing tilted his head and looked behind him.
I saw two pairs of thin and translucent wings extending from his shoulder blades at some point, vibrating rapidly. The sunlight fell on the tips of the wings, emitting five colors of light.
The boy raised his hand, and the light red translucent afterbirth started from his fingertips and spread to his whole body along his wrists, elbows, and shoulders. His whole body seemed to be enveloped in a slow-moving flame.
Inexplicably, the young wizard had a realization in his heart that this heavy afterbirth simulated the appearance of a mayfly. He was now like a large mayfly, flying in the air.
call!
A figure suddenly passed by him. Zheng Qing looked closely and saw that it was a classmate in the class. Perhaps because he had not grasped the balance when landing, he was spinning rapidly towards the ground like a top.
The young public-sponsored student raised his eyebrows and did not help immediately. Instead, he opened the Dharma book in his hand again and found a new spell:
"Yanyan is flying, its sound is rising and falling!"
This is an additional spell provided by Xiao Xiao to several companions to keep in touch while flying. There are multiple spells in one spell, and Xiao Xiao is responsible for the main spell.
Although it is a new spell, because it is a collaborative spell, the auxiliary spell is relatively simple, and Zheng Qing can easily cast it.
Then, a loud noise suddenly sounded in his ears.
This chapter has been completed!