So, under Atres's gaze, Mo Qiuran spoke.

"I will find it...but now I have a question I want to ask you," Mo Qiuran said.

"Tell me, my fellow countryman, I am just a mortal, but my experience may guide you to find your own path." Atres nodded.

"Well, this dragon is so big..." Mo Qiuran gestured for a moment and asked carefully, "Can you eat it?"

Atres: "…"

"That... I just looked at so much meat. If I didn't eat it, would it be a waste... Have you never tasted it? Well, pretend I didn't say it." Mo Qiuran added carefully.

"Hahahaha! Of course I have tasted it! Although my hobby is toast, meat is also indispensable!" Atres did not get angry, but laughed, "Come on, my compatriots, let me tell you my experience in cooking dragon meat!"

As he said that, Atres's eyes turned to the black dragon under his feet again.

"There should be no more suitable ingredients than this. Let me show you with practical actions!"

...

Chu Zihang used all his strength to wave his fist towards the existence, but everything was like the past. He was no longer the child three years ago, but he was still so weak in front of him.

That's, God!

God stretched out his right palm and steadily caught the fist he swung, without even a trace of shaking. He spoke: "Senior brother, I don't know what you saw, but the clay man is also angry and might I fight back if I continue like this. Of course, if you are willing to pay, I can't fight back as a qualified human sandbag..."

Wait, what is this? This silly tone and way of speaking...

Chu Zihang came back to his senses, his eyes were a little confused, the music disappeared, and the "god" disappeared. The person who caught the fist he swung was Finger. He did this with his huge muscles without any effort.

"Aowu! It hurts!" Seeing that Chu Zihang's eyes were regaining their agility, Finger immediately made an exaggerated expression of pain, withdrew his palm and shook it, sucking cold air, "Your junior brother, you hurt me. This matter cannot be solved without a midnight snack!"

Chu Zihang was silent and confirmed again that this was not spiritual vision or illusion, because such a cheap illusion should not appear in his mind. It would be almost the same if it was Mo Qiuran.

He looked down at the A4 paper in front of him. The blank paper was now covered with exquisite pictures. The eight-legged Tianma, dressed in metal flowers and heavy armor, was immediately the huge black shadow holding a spear, Gangniel.

God King Odin.

A hand came to my eyes, which was an old but powerful hand. I handed over a piece of toilet paper, then grabbed the A4 paper with Odin painted and pulled it away.

"Pull it." The principal smiled and nodded.

Chu Zihang touched his cheek with some regret, which was slightly wet.

"Sorry, I've lost my composure, Principal." Chu Zihang wiped his face with the paper and took a deep breath and said.

"No, this is not a loss of composure. Chu Zihang, being able to swing a fist in the despair means that you have great courage," the principal shook his head and put away the A4 paper. "As for what you have experienced, everyone has a secret. If you think there is no need to say it, don't say it, and don't tell anyone else easily."

"...Yes." Chu Zihang nodded slightly, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Mo Qiuran's position on the side.

Chu Zihang was slightly stunned.

The sun shone on Mo Qiuran's face, and her quiet sleeping look particularly peaceful, and even a crystal-clear suspicious liquid flowed out of the corner of her mouth... Wait, is that saliva?

"After completing the answer, Mo Qiuran fell asleep calmly," the principal explained, "but the exam has been over, so he can wake him up."

Chu Zihang nodded and reached out to wake Mo Qiuran up, but before he could touch him, Mo Qiuran's eyes had already opened and he sat up straight, and the scorching golden light was almost dazzling!

"Calm down, my 3E exam is over!" Finger shouted quickly.

Chu Zihang clearly felt that the principal and Finger both looked a little nervous.

"What? It's over?" Mo Qiuran said in a daze, then as if he realized something, the golden light in his eyes slowly dissipated and he sucked his mouth.

"Yes, it's over. Maybe we can celebrate in advance. The school welcomes the first S-level freshman in forty years." The principal also handed him a piece of toilet paper.

"Hey, is this confirmed? Thank you principal." Mo Qiuran was stunned. He took the toilet paper and wiped the traces left on the corner of his mouth. Then he saw Chu Zihang holding a piece of toilet paper in his hand and his eyes lit up, looking relieved, "Ahha, you are also drooling when you fall asleep! So this is a normal phenomenon?"

So is there anything to be proud of here?

Chu Zihang was silent. He could not tell Mo Qiuran that he was crying... He always felt a little more embarrassing than drooling.

"You can be sure that you are S-level because of a very obvious feature. In the S-level Spirit and precepts released by the vice principal, you can still easily ignite the golden eyes and release the Spirit." The principal nodded.

"So that's how it is!" Mo Qiuran suddenly realized.

"However, there is a school rule that you cannot use your spiritual power rashly in the school." The principal reminded again.

"Our school still has this school rule?" Finger couldn't help but say, with the expression on his face probably "As a sixth-grade fried dough stick, I don't even know how this is possible."

"Of course there are, but... because of the existence of the Spirit of Words and Precepts, this school rule will only target S-level students, and given their number... it does not require introduction, so it has not even been written into the school rule," said the principal.

"Has the S-level privileges even been shown in the school rules? It's really enviable!" Finger murmured.

"This is not something to be proud of..." Mo Qiuran said weakly, and then proudly promised the principal, "Principal, don't worry, I have always been a good student who abides by the law, and I will never use the word spirit indiscriminately!"

"That's really good news," the principal nodded slightly, and then remembered something, "By the way, the vice principal is going to find you too. If you have time, you can go to him. He is in the bell tower of the church, and Chu Zihang can also go. This is related to the college's research on the pure blood dragon clan you have solved..."

"Will it affect the distribution of scholarships if you don't go?" Mo Qiuran asked subconsciously.

"Oh...this won't be true, but if you go there, I should be able to apply for more scholarships if the research progresses well." The principal replied in a daze.

"Then we will definitely go!" Mo Qiuran immediately agreed, and Chu Zihang was handed over to Mo Qiuran to arrange his daily routine without saying a word.
Chapter completed!