Since all these rules and superstitions are outdated, what's wrong with me indulging in some me

"I've had this thing with me since I was a child. It can absorb and store the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It's been with me for twenty-two years, and I've only stored a little bit of it. The reason I was drawing talismans in the air just now was because of the spiritual energy stored in the jade pendant. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to draw talismans in the air. The remaining spiritual energy is probably only enough for me to draw talismans in the air twice more."

"oh......"

Seeing Cheng Caijun's slightly disappointed expression, Lu Changsheng smiled and said:

"However, there's some good news too. I've discovered that the jade pendant absorbs spiritual energy much faster in the game world, at least a thousand times faster. It used to take seven or eight years to store a little bit of spiritual energy, but now I estimate that a few more dungeons will be enough to fully fill the jade pendant with spiritual energy. It's a pity, though, I don't know if I'll be allowed to bring it into the next dungeon."

Cheng Caijun nodded, but still felt that someone like Lu Changsheng shouldn't be so ordinary.

He immediately decided that if he survived this instance, he would cling tightly to Lu Changsheng's coattails in the real world.

"Oh no! Now that we're in the fourth teaching building, shouldn't we go back and report to the proctor? But with the basement in this state, can we even go back?"

Cheng Caijun suddenly thought of something and slapped his thigh.

"Don't be stupid." Lu Changsheng looked at Cheng Caijun with a strange expression. "You don't really think that just going to the exam hall and answering the questions will make you pass, do you?"

Seeing Cheng Caijun nodding blankly, Lu Changsheng felt helpless.

"Don't you think the exam rules are strange?"

"Rule 1: Jumping and making loud noises are prohibited during the exam. I ask you, which exam venue has rules against jumping and making loud noises?"

"And the proctor, Rule 4 says there is only one proctor in the exam room, and candidates must not disobey her orders under any circumstances in the exam room."

"Why does the rule emphasize that there should only be one invigilator in the examination room? Can you tell which one is the invigilator and which one is 'she'?"

"We told the proctor we found information about the fourth teaching building, and then what? Did we get a reward or a punishment?"

Cheng Caijun was dumbfounded. Wait, are we reading the same rule?

Lu Changsheng's questions were like heavy clubs, hammering at his head one after another.

He wasn't stupid; on the contrary, he was quite clever. Once Lu Changsheng pointed out the loopholes in the rules, he figured it out after a little thought.

"So you mean..." Cheng Caijun was startled by the crazy yet reasonable idea in his mind, "The entire school is within the scope of the exam."

"Bingo!"

Lu Changsheng snapped his fingers weakly.

"The exam officially begins the moment we step out of the exam room. The entire school is the exam room, and the exam content is to discover the secret of Qing Teng Middle School."

After a brief silence, the comments section exploded like a bomb.

[No, no, what's going on? What did I miss? Why did it suddenly turn out like this?]

[What a barrage of five deadly questions! I apologize for what I said before.]

[Good heavens, how did they come up with this? I'd always thought the exam rules were weird, but I never imagined using the entire school as an exam venue!]

Nuwa...are you asleep? I can't sleep. Were you thinking of eating farts when you created me? Why is there such a huge difference between people?

[Because Lu Changsheng has transcended the realm of humanity; he's practically Nuwa's favorite son! They're cramming Brain Gold into his brain like there's no tomorrow!]

[Not human! A god! I absolutely refuse to believe that there exists among humans whose intelligence surpasses mine by such a vast margin. God Lu!]

"So...who sets the questions? And how do we know if we'll pass the exam?"

"I don't know, let's just take it one step at a time."

Lu Changsheng shrugged. This was all the clues he had so far. Although he had a general idea in mind, he needed more clues to confirm it.

The first floor is the cafeteria. Besides finding that the food stored in the cafeteria had been rummaged through, Lu Changsheng walked up to the condiment station and casually took a bag of salt from the table.

Apart from that, the two found nothing else, so they had no choice but to return to the stairwell and go to the second floor of the fourth teaching building.

The second floor was the teachers' dormitory, but by this time there was no trace of habitation, only some books, textbooks and some discarded paper remained.

"Let's look around," Lu Changsheng said in a low voice, his voice particularly clear in the empty corridor. He pushed open a half-closed door first.

The room wasn't large, clearly a single dormitory room. Lu Changsheng walked to the table and reached out to fiddle with the papers. Most were useless lesson preparation notes and outdated notices; the papers were so fragile they would crumble at the slightest touch.

They searched through several rooms, and the situation was largely the same. Finally, they entered the dormitory at the end of the corridor, which looked slightly larger and was probably the residence of the grade leader or person in charge.

The desk drawer in the room was locked, but the lock was rusted shut. Lu Changsheng gripped the lock and tried to pull it, but it wouldn't budge.

Cheng Caijun said:

"Brother Lu, let me do it."

Although Cheng Caijun looks fat, he actually has a lot of strength and is very agile.

With a slight effort, he twisted the lock off with a "click".

The two then opened a drawer, inside which was a neatly stacked pile of kraft paper document bags, with the year written on them in faded penmanship.

Lu Changsheng glanced at the bag and pulled out the bag labeled "Student Files for 2010-2015". The bag was heavy.

He poured the thick stack of documents onto the dusty desktop. On top were several class schedules and some irrelevant meeting minutes. Pushing these aside, he revealed rows of stapled forms with worn edges.

The paper was old-fashioned mimeograph paper, blue forms, and the handwriting was handwritten and then mimeographed; some parts were already blurred. The title was—

[Qing Teng High School's College Entrance Examination Results and University Destinations (2010-2015)]

The two leaned closer to look. The transcript was arranged by graduation year and class, recording the student's name, student ID, college entrance examination score, homeroom teacher's comments, and the last column, in bright red, the university the student was going to.

The first thing that catches the eye is the "Class A" section at the top. The paper in this area seems to have been rubbed until it is exceptionally shiny, even carrying an almost reverent sense of antiquity.

Class A of 2010 had 66 students, and all achieved near-perfect scores in all subjects. Without exception, all of them went to Tsinghua or Peking University. The comments were always "prodigies," "with boundless potential," and "the pride of their alma mater."

Lu Changsheng frowned. Sixty-six?