Jing Zhichen shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Bai, you should really practice your supernatural abilities. Otherwise, it will be you who can't complete the task when the time comes."
As for Qin Xin?
He's really not that worried. For some reason, even though she hasn't made any progress in her studies these past few days, he just feels from the bottom of his heart that she knows what she's doing.
After all, the woman who tore off the roof and walked out of the little black room — in hundreds of years, there has only been one like her.
On the morning of the exam day.
All the new students gathered at the school gate, lining up to get on the school bus.
Qin Xin was dressed in a new student's black robe; habitually, she still walked in large strides toward the school bus as casually as a guy with her hands in her pockets, like when she wore a hoodie in the past.
The dorm president with a face like a pancake was gasping for breath as he jogged up: "Sister Xin, Sister Xin, take this."
