"I like it!" Mo Qiuran nodded without hesitation and exclaimed.

"If you like it, you can sit more often." The principal pointed to the stools in front of the desk, "Mo Qiuran, Chu Zihang, please sit down, Finger, you can sit down too. I remember you seemed to have joined my "Dragon Family Genealogy" at the beginning, and the grade seemed to be A."

"Principal, you have a good memory!" Finger said with a wry smile.

"I am already an old man and have a bad memory, so I asked Norma to check it out for me... Of course, this is not what we are going to say now, so let it go first."

The principal was holding a kraft paper file bag and shaking it in front of Finger, which read "Grade File Bag" and Finger's name and student number below, but he did not open it, but placed it in a folder on one side.

Finger's expression at this time probably seemed like an ordinary person who had a poor alcohol tolerance drank a pound of white wine and was still working hard to do something that he wanted to use his brain... In summary, four words mean that he was ashamed.

The principal took out two stacks of white A4 paper and two stripped pencils from the folder and handed them to Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang.

"The 3E exam will be conducted in a special classroom according to the normal process, with special file bags and top-secret test papers... That's right, it's the A4 paper in your hands." The principal introduced, but after seeing Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang with a calm face, they instantly understood something and looked at Finger on the side.

Finger showed a puzzled expression at the right time, but it may have not adjusted from his dead face, so the expression was particularly stiff.

"It seems that a senior introduced a lot of things to the juniors in advance, which saved me a lot of effort. After all, I am not from the Discipline Committee," the principal blinked playfully, and then became serious again. "You are considering this special private 3E exam."

"Because of our particularity?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Yes, special, also called genius. Genius is a good thing, but if it is too genius, it is sometimes not a good thing in the world of mixed races," the principal nodded. "There are very few mixed races outside the Norma system evaluation, especially through previous actual combat, you can draw conclusions that your bloodline is very high. In this way, we must face a decision about how high your bloodline is."

"Are you worried about falling into a deadpool?" Mo Qiuran nodded.

"Yes, it seems that you have not forgotten what I told you on the train. I think you will be a good student in the future." The principal nodded with satisfaction. This feeling was that a conscientious teacher met a good student and the feeling of happiness came to his face.

"We have always won the first place and second place!" Mo Qiuran patted Chu Zihang and said that he was actually still present.

"That's really great," said the principal with a smile. "Then let's start, during which you can do anything, chat or draw anything."

"Principal, don't I have to go out?" Finger raised his hand.

"This is not necessary. The second purpose of calling you is to prevent two excellent freshmen from accidentally destroying my office after entering the Spirit Vision. After all, they are old and not as energetic as the two young people." The principal said as he handed Finger a soundproof earmuff.

"Principal, why do you say that you are a hero who can run on your arms now..." Finger looked at the principal's strong arms and complained silently in his heart.

So this 3E exam was probably the most simple in history. Principal Angers took out a tape and put it on the radio and pressed the play button. The principal and Finger both carried soundproof earmuffs, while Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang were listening seriously to the piano music coming from the radio, holding pencils, and looking at the pure white A4 paper placed in front of them.

I only talk about piano music because Mo Qiuran doesn't know the name of this song... With his completely unsatisfied temperament, it is difficult to enjoy the piano instrument with peace of mind, so Mo Qiuran's understanding of piano music is limited to this good sound and this bad sound. If the scope of this music is expanded a little... He is very good at erhu and suona... He has learned both of them, and he is very quick to learn, but under the pressure of the residents around him, he can only seal these two musical instrument skills.

"Well? If Caesar asked me to challenge music, wouldn't I be able to compete with him? All kinds of musical instruments and suona are king!" Mo Qiuran suddenly had inspiration.

Chu Zihang immediately recognized that this was a sonata from Beethoven when he listened to the familiar tune, but he knew that the Cassel Academy did not use it to assess their music theory knowledge, but used it as a cover to hide the real tune that Longwen can trigger spiritual vision.

So when he calmed down and listened, he heard it.

The scorching gold seemed to be about to flow, but was suppressed by some powerful force from the outside world. Chu Zihang's face, which was usually without expression, showed a trace of hideousness, and then a bottomless despair. His hand holding the pencil slid unconsciously on the paper, and the messy lines gradually began to appear with clear and hideous pictures.

The principal looked at Chu Zihang.

"What have you experienced with such sadness and despair..." the principal thought to himself.

Then he looked at Mo Qiuran again.

Mo Qiuran, who found that Chu Zihang had entered the state, was also planning to start writing.

He really tried hard to listen, but he didn't hear it at all. To him, this was really just a piano piece... and it was a bit messy.

So, I can only bet!

What Mo Qiuran was preparing to draw was the image of the God King Odin that I saw through the Ice Crystal Eagle. If you remember correctly, Odin's armor and the armor on his eight-legged horse were carved with dragon text!

There was no way, without spiritual vision and unable to steal the answer to the question, Mo Qiuran had to choose to bet like this... However, just as he was about to take action, he paused.

Because, a temporary projection appeared in his system space, and this projection... is shining!

It was a man wrapped in armor. His hideous mask wrapped around his head, leaving only a Y-shaped gap, and his eyes were filled with a terrifying golden light! He held a large shield with bone spurs in his left hand, and a sharp spear in his right hand. There was a barb on the spear that looked like a bone-like barb on it. The spearhead was a sharp spear... like... the tail spear of something!

"Dragon's tail thorn."

As Mo Qiuran subconsciously used the projection, a strong and firm voice rang in Mo Qiuran's ears.

Then, Mo Qiuran's vision changed.

It’s all about the sight of the war!

The red of doomsday is burning in the sky, which is the scene caused by the evaporation of hot blood after countless giant dragons were killed!

"My name is Atres."

From Mo Qiuran's perspective, the spear was raised and then retracted, not stopping the spear, but... accumulating strength!
Chapter completed!