The Magic Of Akademic
88 - Written Test

There are eleven rooms, and different places. The classroom was spacious enough to accommodate eleven children. They sit and are spaced according to the table provided. There are only eleven tables. Participants are not allowed to leave for any reason. Each room had two teachers guarding, the Three Great Master Teachers would watch over the passing of the magic ball.

Each teacher who guarded the room then without wasting time gave the exam paper to the participants.

"You have an hour to work."

The words of the guard teacher made the participants made holding their breath looking at the row of difficult questions. Some of them smiled, knowing the answer.

One of the participants crossed both hands and said, "that's enough. Just answer it. What's difficult?"

The guard teacher smiled hearing the words just now. He stood in front of the teacher's desk and explained.

"You think this is easy? Good though. Quickly answer with a minimum value of fifty. If it is under fifty among one group, the penalty will be directly given to that group after the division of values."

"What?!"

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This match which is a written test turned out not to be as easy as imagined. It is required to get a minimum score of fifty and the problems listed are clearly different from the theory and can only be understood using reason. Different questions are intended so that they do not cheat on each other. In fact, every group has the same question. It's just that the teachers deliberately didn't tell.

Each class used for the written exam is quite quiet. They should concentrate on doing the exam paper. Ten minutes passed, but some of the participants were still struggling with one question.

Two guard teachers paced over, especially at the participants who were famous for being rogue.

In the room where Aray was in, two teachers seemed to have some business for a while. Both left the class. Instantly the originally peaceful atmosphere became chaotic.

One of them shouted loudly because he was upset about. Frustration to shuffle hair. Not only him, even a senior did the same. Shouting to vent emotions. It was clearly disturbing the other participants who immediately reprimanded.

"Hey, don't scream. You're disturbing the others."

The reproved participant pursed his lips and said, "i was just venting emotions through shouting. Are you the target of my lanterns?"

Participants who reprimand stop the activity of writing it and turn to the interlocutor. He exhaled an upset breath.

"I'll shut your mouth if you speak again."

"Oh? You're asking me to a duel?"

"You think women are afraid of men? Go ahead, let's finish it now."

The two participants gave off a huge aura and power, making the other participants who were feeling disturbed also give off their own aura. The inevitable happened so quickly. They gave each other a killing aura and did not want to lose.

Aray who wriggled on paper and pen clenched his hands. Cold sweat on the back. His body was suppressed by the different and huge aura in the room. The concentration of Aray of course broke instantly.

"Damn." Aray also followed by giving off a murderous aura. Using his strength he flew the examination papers of all the participants and stood on the table staring intently at all the participants.

Clearly the others were shocked by Aray's actions. They snapped and stared intently at Aray who was even flat expression.

He raised his voice as he spoke, "stop being childish. Save your aura or this test paper I'll burn."

Feeling threatened, one of the senior participants stood up and pointed at Aray. The participant who also did not receive kicked down the table and shouted.

"Hey, who are you to govern?"

"Good boy, give me my exam paper!"

"You want me to kill ya?! Quickly put down my exam paper ...!"

Aray clenched his hands. He thought a little threatening would make the atmosphere calmer, in fact even more chaotic. Aray widened his eyes when one of them suddenly attacked. Aray dodged and attacked. No matter the test paper that floated no matter because of the actions of him and the opponent. That one room was made chaotic in an instant. The seat was thrown, the next second it exploded causing a loud noise. Fighting each other out of annoyance.

In the upper room of the class, the participants felt a vibration. They were obviously curious, but seeing the two guard teachers directly go to check on the situation made them exhale.

Eighteen minutes passed, it was difficult to catch a breath because the two teachers on guard kept watching. Even the Atma who was now shivering in fear could draw calm air.

"Where is this vibration actually coming from?" Female participants raised their eyes.

The atmosphere was not calm as before. Moreover, in the classroom were eight women and three men including Atma.

"Did anyone fight?"

"Cannot be. Every class has a supervisor."

"Are they also frustrated because of the problems given? So they chose to fight with the teacher."

The last word made the others flinch. It could be because they are frustrated too. Doing five questions alone has become someone's intelligence in answering this question.

Two male seniors tapped on the table and exhaled. It seemed that the two of them did not talk much, and the aura also felt calm. Well, this is better than Aray's classroom.

Feeling the other participants worried, Atma suddenly stood up and nervously said, "you guys calm down. There's no need to worry about anything because this handsome prince is with you to be a protector."

Everyone in the room stared at the increasingly nervous Atma. His heart was beating harder.

The eight female participants closed their eyes, mouths and even moved. No longer want to sit near the Atma. They know Atma from First Class C who always spread charm and believe in good looks.

One of the female participants from the second grade laughed. "You just can't protect yourself. How can you protect others?"

Atma fell silent, she scratched the non-itchy nape. "B-but I can protect you guys using my potion."

One senior male makes sure, "oh, right too. You made that weird potion, didn't you?"

Atma nodded and smiled clumsyly. He gulped with difficulty in fear if suddenly attacked by a fellow disciple who became his guinea pig just like Amdara.

"Hey, do you still have that potion? Give me. I also want a bigger shape!"

Atma opened her mouth and eyes hearing the words of a shameless female participant asking for Atma potions. Some of the female disciples also asked for Atma's potion.

Atma scratching cheek. Didn't expect their reaction would be different from his shadow. He said, "a-I haven't researched the potion yet because it's busy. J-so ...."

"Well, you still have time to research it. While you're alive, make potions for women's pleasure."

Atma blinked a few times she shook her head and replied innocently, "s-senior, I'll research the potion. However, I will only make healing medicine instead of beauty."

"Yes, you're bo**h once. If you can make beauty potions, you can sell them and make a huge profit."

"That's right. But, I don't think he would be able to make such a potion. Making potions is not the talent of people like you."

Laughter between them broke. Atma clenched her hands. His face was flushed with shame. What they say is true. Atma could not deny that she was bad at everything.

Atma shouted, "Look at it later. If I can make magic potions, I will sell them at sky price until you guys can't buy them!"

Atma immediately sat down and drowned her face between the hands on the table. The sound of another laugh made Atma close her eyes. Humiliation like this is common. But still his heart hurts. Not every time Atma can smile and be confident when dic***h, there are times when she cries and blames fate.

Not only Atma, but a Dirgan Class Leader had also felt the same way. Dirgan is now reading about. He tapped on the pen on the table while thinking of an answer. The class atmosphere was quite peaceful. The two supervising teachers were also friendly when asked questions by several participants. They don't know what's going on with the other classes.

"If you were bait by your friend to catch a demon, and keep your friends safe, would you agree?"

The question I just read is pretty strange. It is not about the material that Dirgan has studied for five years, and also the practice that has been taught by Teacher Strange.

"What's? Does anyone agree to be bait?" Dirgan exhaled irritated breath. He glanced in the other direction, where the other participants also looked confused.

"But if you make friends safe, why not?" Dirgan smiled knot. Start shaking the pen on paper. "For so long there has been no one to save me when oppressed. There aren't. The first time I got help, I felt really overwhelmed. I've learned so much from Luffy."

"Friends are the closest people, families, and people we should protect. If it keeps them safe, I'll do whatever I can."

Terjawab. Remembering the Amdara. The first person to help him. But Amdara did not know him at all but wanted to help. Dirgan read the next questions and began to answer as he thought.

Not far from the class, Inay was puffing cheeks and flipping through papers hoping for signs of answers to be tucked away. The remaining time is not long. But Inay answered a few. He looked out the window. The sight of the training field that some students were practicing, the atmosphere was so calm that Inay remembered Amdara.

"If you don't come to trouble. Then the trouble will come your way. Haih, your destiny is cruel." Inay took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. "How did Elder Bram react to seeing your condition now? She .. must be very worried about you."

The shadow of the struggle in the Land of Nirwana Earth for over a month made Inay close his eyes. It does not hurt that he can still live in another country without an adult accompanying.

"Hurry to heal. After that we'll go home. Your parents .. They must be looking for you, too."

Inay ended his daydream and immediately filled out the exam. He repeatedly dropped his pen because he was not focused.

The person who Inay misses is still lying in bed. The Official Elder threw a body on the seat. He rubbed the sweat on his forehead. Waiting for Elder Haki to return and try to do everything possible to cure Amdara.

"How come? What happened to the boy's body? What can't make him drain the power? Whahuh? What?!"

Official Elders frustrated. He rubbed his huffed face. Glancing at Amdara's bed. No change at all.

For up to an hour, even the participants who took the written exam could breathe a sigh of relief but there were also those who were worried because they had not had time to write the final answer.

The difficulty level of doing the problem also varies. Depends on someone's luck. The one who got that luck right now is Rinai. He answered quickly despite feeling unsure of the answer. However, he could at least exhale as it finished early. There was no disturbance in that class. Full concentration while working.

"Your friend made a mistake, are you going to cover up his mistake by lying?"

Rinai. "Huhuhoo. I'll see what he did wrong. If the situation is good, I won't cover up the mistake."

Rinai wrote it on the answer paper. A few more words he strung together until it became a satisfactory answer for him.

Similarly, the giggling tone sees its own answer. He hoped that it would be worth no less than fifty. There is a question where he answers when remembering the person who helped him when he was****s. That night, Nada did not forget. And he knows who the boy who helped him is. Amdara.

As soon as the sound of the bell rang stopped the participants' writing activity, it was made dumbfounded. It feels like an hour of fast time. Hurry the participants who have not answered asking for time on the supervisory teacher, to be given time to answer some more questions. However, the supervising teacher did not give a single second.

"Young generation is full of talent, and the spirit smoldering~

Shake up never dim~

My disciple, finished already fighting with paper and pen~

The value will be shared in the afternoon. You're allowed to rest."

The sound echoing in each room made the participants goosebumps to hear it. Not at all appropriate or even the verse digresses. Obviously it was the voice of Guru Kawi who was out of nowhere.

There was no one but there was this voice making Nada flinch. He raised the next eyebrow. Think how that guy could do it.

"Mn, I want to do it too." Tone hugged the doll tightly, she looked out the window. Waiting for the other participants to come out first.

The tone touched the window glass and took a deep breath. "I. .. miss you guys."

Her tears came out slowly. He clung his forehead to the glass, harboring the feeling of a long-suffering wound. There was a painful feeling when remembering his mass. Tone clenched hands. Swiping water flowing from the cheeks.

"I'll reply."