Yu-Gi-Oh!: Worldwide Mix, the Ultimate Necromancer Duel

"That's fine, I'm very sorry."

Ms. Huimei is quite humble.

She had almost misunderstood You Chen, and immediately apologized sincerely with a professional smile on her face, showing no sign of embarrassment.

As a teacher at the Duel Academy, she has seen too many students and made too many mistakes in judgment. She never puts on airs when she should admit her mistakes.

You Chen didn't say much, took the admission ticket and went inside.

The written test was held in a spacious lecture hall.

Hundreds of desks were neatly arranged and densely packed with students who had come to take the exam.

Some people were still looking down at their last notes, some were closing their eyes to rest and adjust their state, and many more were whispering among themselves, discussing the difficulty of this year's exam questions.

You Chen found his seat and sat down, glancing at the exam papers on the table.

One hundred questions, forty minutes.

The questions cover a wide range of topics, including duel rules, card effect interpretation, historical tactical analysis, and classic match replays. For most test takers, these forty minutes will likely be a race against time, and they may not even be able to finish.

But for You Chen...

He picked up his pen and began to answer the questions.

These problems were as simple to him as addition and subtraction in elementary school.

After all, his mind contained the entire Yu-Gi-Oh! knowledge system, from the first generation to the various rule changes, forbidden card list adjustments, and tactical evolutions, all of which he knew very well.

He could even tell the answer to some questions at a glance, even though the question setter himself might have gotten a detail wrong.

Brush brush.

The pen tip moved quickly across the exam paper, almost without pausing.

The other test-takers occasionally looked up and were stunned by what they saw.

This guy solves problems so fast it's like he's copying answers—no, even copying answers isn't this fast.

Ten minutes later.

You Chen put down his pen and stood up.

The sound of chair legs scraping against the floor was exceptionally clear in the quiet classroom. Several students who were engrossed in their studies nearby were startled, looked up, and then stared blankly at each other.

"WTF?"

"I just sat down, how come I'm handing in my paper already?"

"Outrageous!"

"It must have been copied! Otherwise, how could it have been done so quickly?"

"Even copying wouldn't be this fast, okay?"

"And he was the fastest in the whole classroom. Who did he copy from? Did you pass him a note?"

"What a load of rubbish! I can't even finish my own work!"

The discussion grew louder, and many people stopped writing and looked in You Chen's direction.

"Wait, I know this guy!"

"That ruthless person who went from one star to three stars in a single day!"

"Really?"

"Bang—!"

A loud bang interrupted all the discussion.

The proctor on the podium slammed his hand on the table, his face turning ashen. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, with a serious expression—the kind of person who was hard to talk to.

"Keep quiet during the exam!"

His voice was as cold as the winter wind, and his gaze swept over the students who were whispering to each other.

"Those of you behind me, you've been disqualified. Are you really treating me like I don't exist? Public discussion, are you?"

The students instantly turned pale, wanting to explain but not daring to speak, and could only dejectedly pack their things and leave. One of them even turned back and glared at You Chen as he reached the door, as if to say, "It's all your fault."

You Chen shrugged, pretending not to see it.

Just then, he walked to the front of the classroom and gently placed the test paper down.

The proctor frowned as he looked at the student in front of him. The commotion earlier had been caused by him, and now he was the first to hand in his paper; he looked like someone who was there to cause trouble.

"What are you doing?" The proctor's voice was tinged with impatience.

"I'm handing in my paper." You Chen's tone was as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

The proctor paused for a moment, then glanced down at the watch.

ten minutes.

To be precise, it is nine minutes and forty-eight seconds.

He looked up and sized up You Chen with the kind of look one would give a lunatic.

One hundred questions, ten minutes to finish?

If this wasn't just random writing, he'd eat the whole table.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and go." The proctor waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly.

You Chen didn't care and turned to leave the examination room.

A faint hum came from behind the proctor: "Another one just there to make up the numbers."

……

Stepping out of the teaching building, the sun was shining brightly.

The weather on the island is always so nice, with blue skies, white clouds, and a gentle sea breeze. Several seagulls circle in the distance, emitting clear cries.

You Chen stretched and loosened his muscles.

The written exam is over; the real test is tomorrow—the practical exam.

I wonder what kind of opponents I'll get. Hopefully, I'll encounter some interesting ones, at least not too weak, otherwise it won't be fun playing.

"It's you again!"

A vibrant voice came from behind.

Yu Chen turned around and saw Yuki Judai running towards him with a grin. His signature brown jellyfish-like hairstyle was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight, and his school uniform was loosely worn, exuding a sunny and energetic vibe.

"Yes, what a coincidence," You Chen replied with a smile. "You've finished your exams?"

It seems that although I pointed out the way to climb over the fence, this guy wasn't caught. No wonder he's a chosen one; this kind of small situation is no challenge for him at all.

"Yeah!" Judai ran up to him, scratched the back of his head, and laughed a little embarrassedly, "I almost got caught by security after climbing over the fence, but luckily I ran fast, haha!"

"Looks like you're just like me," Judai patted Yu Chen on the shoulder, acting all familiar, "We both just wrote whatever came to mind because we didn't understand it. After all, besides someone like me who just wrote whatever came to mind, who else could come up with something this quickly, right? Haha!"

You Chen almost burst out laughing.

So you just filled it in randomly?

No wonder they came out so quickly.

He was wondering why Jaden Yuki had handed in his paper so quickly. After all, given his personality, it was doubtful he'd actually do a proper answer.

The case is solved—there was an expert involved!

He smiled innocently, the sunlight casting a golden halo on his face.

"Thank you so much for last time!" Jaden continued, "If you hadn't given me directions, I might have been stuck outside."

Judai waved to him, "See you in the actual battle tomorrow! I hope to meet you there, let's have a good fight!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for You Chen's response and ran off on his own, his steps as light as a frolicking puppy.

As You Chen watched that departing figure, he suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

Yujo Judai.

I really miss seeing Judai like this.

Carefree, sunny and cheerful, with his mind filled with the joy of dueling.

Team up with friends, fight together, laugh together. Winning or losing doesn't matter, having fun is the most important thing—that's the current Judai.

Unfortunately, later...

You Chen shook his head, not wanting to think about it any further.

He knew all too well what happened next.

He was betrayed, abused, and nearly turned to the dark side by his incompetent teammates.

That sunny boy was worn down to the point of almost becoming depressed.

This is a classic example of being tormented by a bunch of incompetent teammates.

You Chen put himself in that scene and just thinking about it made him feel suffocated.

If it were him, he could never have been as great as the Tenth Generation.

If he were to encounter that group of incompetent teammates—

Kill the incompetent teammate first!

As for who to kill first, of course it's that pile of shit.

The others can live, but that lump absolutely cannot be left alive.

He is even more hateful than Momonosuke.

When you need something, he's all smiles; when you don't, he's dead. What's the point of keeping a teammate like that around?