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The next day, the last class of the Introduction to Basic Magic before the opening day.
The teachers graded the papers quickly, so this class was actually the time for announcing the results.
Mu’en arrived at the classroom early and took his usual seat by the window.
Resting his chin on his hand, he gazed out at the flowing clouds, trying to calm his mood.
The wait before the results come out is the most agonizing, but Mu’en did not feel that way.
He was very certain that he had given his all, so no matter what the result was, he could face it without regret.
Now, all he had to do was quietly wait for fate to arrange the outcome.
As time passed, students gradually walked into the classroom.
Talking and laughing in groups of three or five, although it seemed calm on the surface, many eyes couldn’t help but glance at the blond boy by the window.
Mu’en paid no attention to this, as he had long since grown accustomed to it.
Ariel entered right on time and shot a fierce glare at the guy who took her spot, pulling Lia to sit next to her by the window instead.
“That Mu’en Campbell doesn’t seem nervous at all.”
After sitting down, Lia blinked and looked at Mu’en curiously.
“Hmph, what’s the use of being calm? He still can’t pass.”
Ariel crossed her arms and snorted.
“Don’t be so sure; what if he really scores an eighty?”
“That’s impossible.”
Ariel looked very certain.
During yesterday’s exam, her seat was not too far from Mu’en.
So, just in case, she had her master in spirit form take a sneak peek at Mu’en’s paper while Professor Plon wasn’t looking.
As expected, it was only seventy-nine points!
Haha, seventy-nine, not eighty!
This time I win!
Though in the end, the prize would only amount to a bit more than a chicken leg, I still win!
When the time comes, I will definitely be munching on a delicious chicken leg while mocking Mu’en Campbell!
Ariel thought happily to herself.
At this moment, Teacher Fulan entered the classroom and announced to everyone:
“Next, we will announce the results of yesterday’s exam.”
With her words, the somewhat noisy classroom suddenly fell silent.
Everyone fixed their eyes on Teacher Fulan, eagerly anticipating the next moment.
In fact, it was just a monthly test and wouldn’t have much impact on their credits, so there shouldn’t have been so many people concerned.
But this time was different; they were more curious about whether a certain duke’s son who had bragged a month ago could actually deliver.
“Tek Rod, fifty-three points…”
“Gucci Sloan, sixty-one points…”
“…”
“Ariel Bugarde, one hundred points!”
“Wow!”
“What?”
“One hundred!”
As Ariel’s score was announced, the crowd erupted into excitement.
One hundred!
Can someone really score one hundred in a subject like Introduction to Basic Magic?
Or has anyone scored a hundred before?
Everyone stared at Ariel in shock, drawing in a breath; how could this student be so terrifying?
And Ariel, in the midst of everyone’s gaze, couldn’t help but smirk, displaying her iconic rebellious smile as she walked proudly to the podium to collect her paper.
Turning around, she shot a provocative glance at Mu’en.
You’re not the only one working hard!
However, Mu’en did not notice Ariel’s glance; he was focused on Teacher Fulan, waiting for that moment to arrive.
“Next.”
“Mu’en Campbell.”
The crowd that had just been in an uproar over Ariel’s score instantly quieted down.
Under so many gazes, Teacher Fulan felt a bit nervous, took a pause, and continued:
“Eighty!”
“Wow——”
A much louder uproar than the one that followed Ariel’s one hundred erupted, nearly breaking through the ceiling.
“He actually got eighty?”
“No way, did he really manage it?”
“Cutting it close? Could he have cheated?”
“Impossible, Professor Plon was personally supervising the exam.”
“Meaning…”
“It’s over, see you on the rooftop.”
After the shocking uproar, came the lamentations of gamblers.
But Mu’en seemed oblivious to the noise around him; in his ears, the only words echoing were “eighty.”
He did it.
He really did it.
He actually succeeded!
Although he had been constantly telling himself to remain calm and accept any outcome, when those two words rang in his ears, he was still overwhelmed with excitement.
What should he do now?
Cheer?
Cry?
Dance with joy?
Run around the academy?
Or should he share this good news with his senior right away?
Ah, right, the exam paper. He needed to go get it first.
Mu’en walked toward the podium, but Teacher Fulan shook her head with a wry smile:
“Sorry, due to Professor Gran accidentally spilling coffee on it, your exam paper… um… has tragically perished.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t worry about the score; I graded your paper in front of all the teachers, so there will definitely be no problems.”
Seeing Mu’en’s confused expression, Teacher Fulan quickly added.
“I see.”
Mu’en shook his head helplessly, not too bothered.
After all, the paper didn’t matter; what mattered was the score on it.
A month of effort had not been in vain; that was enough.
“Um… Mu’en.” Teacher Fulan suddenly called out to him again.
“You’re really impressive! Not just me, all the teachers think you’re amazing!”
“…Thank you.”
Mu’en was taken aback for a moment, smiled in gratitude, then turned around, his steps light.
But just at that moment, a heart-wrenching scream startled him.
“No—”
Ariel collapsed dejectedly, her hands on the ground.
Clearly holding the highest score in the class, perhaps even unparalleled perfection, she now seemed to have become the most miserable person.
Even some gamblers who had lost tens of thousands couldn’t help but glance over, thinking this person must have bet everything, perhaps even his wife.
“Why? Why is this happening? How could I lose like this!”
Ariel pounded the ground, letting out a soul-crushing shout:
“My food money, my chicken leg, I don’t want to eat black bread; my chest will get smaller!”
Everyone: “…”
Mu’en: “…”
…
…
“Yay! I won!”
As the news of Mu’en’s score spread throughout the school, another scene was filled with joy, entirely contrasting Ariel’s despair.
Three cute girls rejoiced and almost bounced up, the long-bottled-up frustration finally finding release.
“Hmph, I told you Mu’en could do it!”
Emma, with ponytails, put her hands on her hips and puffed her chest:
“As his number one fan, my judgment will never be wrong!”
“Exactly!”
“Those who looked down on Mu’en must be furious!”
The other two little ones chimed in with flushed cheeks, as if they were tipsy.
However, Senior Finnie, standing nearby, was completely oblivious to the three little ones expressing their grievances and was instead lost in thought.
Previously, she had given in to these three little ones’ relentless pestering and had placed her spare five thousand Emyr on Mu’en Campbell.
Now, twenty times that would be… one hundred thousand!
One hundred thousand!
This was no small sum; with this money, she could finally buy the new clothes, new paintbrushes, and even the materials for learning magic that she wanted.
But more importantly…
Senior Finnie covertly glanced at the three jubilant girls, unable to help but swallow.
These three, coming from good families, so the pocket money they had pressed would be several thousands at least.
Multiplying a few tens of thousands by twenty…
My goodness.
Thinking about it this way, weren’t these three little ones suddenly turning into… wealthy ladies overnight?
