Don't mess with that necromancer; his summoned creatures level up on their own!

"I don't know, let's mind our own business."

Ye Qinglan pointed to a gray-white building in front of her.

A huge electronic screen hangs above the entrance, scrolling the words "Major Examination for Professionals - Examination Hall for Export-Oriented Professionals".

"Young master, the examination hall for damage-dealing classes is just ahead. The examination hall for tanks and support classes is on the other side."

Lu Zhixing stretched. "Okay, I got it. Thanks, Sister Ye, I'll go in now."

He turned to Song Xiaohe and said, "Sister Ye, why don't you take Xiaohe to another exam room?"

Song Xiaohe's hand was still clutching the hem of his clothes, and she didn't let go for a long time.

She lowered her head, her fingers slowly sliding down the hem of her clothes.

Lu Zhixing glanced at her and strode towards the examination hall door.

Song Xiaohe stood there, watching his figure disappear into the passage.

Ye Qinglan stood behind her, her voice cool yet gentle: "Miss, this way."

Song Xiaohe nodded and followed Ye Qinglan in another direction.

After taking two steps, he suddenly looked back at the direction where Lu Zhixing had disappeared, then turned around and clenched his fist.

The novel says that the female lead never holds the male lead back at crucial moments, and she can do that too.

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Long queues had already formed at the security checkpoint.

Hundreds of candidates crowded into several ordinary security checkpoints.

Someone stood on tiptoe and peered ahead, only to find the VIP passage completely empty. They couldn't help but mutter, "Why is there no one over there?"

His companion tugged at his sleeve and gestured towards the black limousine.

Lu Zhixing walked towards the VIP passage.

Two uniformed staff members, a man and a woman, stood at the entrance of the passageway, their posture upright and their expressions serious.

Upon seeing someone approach, the male staff member instinctively extended his hand and said in a businesslike manner, "Hello, please show me your examination admission ticket."

Lu Zhixing took out his admission ticket from his pocket and handed it over.

The male staff member took it, his gaze sweeping over the name on it, his expression clearly pausing. "Lu...Lu Zhixing?"

The female staff member's eyes lit up instantly. She immediately leaned over and looked Lu Zhixing up and down twice, her voice becoming more enthusiastic: "Oh my, you must be the young master of Commander Lu Zao's family?"

Lu Zhixing calmly nodded: "It's me. What, the photo doesn't look like me?"

The female staff member quickly smiled apologetically, "Yes! Yes! You're even more handsome in person than in the photos!"

The male staff member placed the admission ticket on the testing instrument, and the screen lit up, displaying Lu Zhixing's grade information.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he swallowed the "Holy shit!" he was about to say.

"Level 18?"

The female staff member leaned over to take a look at the screen. The two looked at each other and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes—shock.

In previous years, achieving a score of 15 in the major exams was already considered quite impressive.

They were already surprised by Su Youran's level 16 performance, and now they've got another level 18.

Moreover, this person is a necromancer, the weakest summoner with no elemental affinity.

Is this the foundation of a wealthy family?

They managed to level up a necromancer to an unparalleled level 18.

The male staff member composed himself, and his voice changed from businesslike to one with a hint of respect:

"Young Master Lu, my apologies. As expected of Commander Lu's son, like father, like son!"

He turned to the metal security gate behind him, which was a two-meter-high arched gate.

A ring of glowing blue crystals was embedded on the inside of the door frame, emitting a faint buzzing sound.

"This is a routine security check. You just need to stand under that light curtain for five seconds. It'll be quick."

Lu Zhixing took the admission ticket and nodded: "Okay, no problem."

As soon as Lu Zhixing stepped into the area of ​​the light barrier, "buzz—" a beam of dark blue light fell from above, enveloping his entire body.

The beam of light was very light, like a thin veil draped over the body, carrying a slight coolness.

[Little Vampire: Something's up!!]

next moment.

A blood-red light curtain exploded from Lu Zhixing's body, instantly forming a spherical shield with a diameter of two meters, completely enveloping him inside.

Blood-red light flowed across the surface of the shield, and dark red runes moved rapidly across the light screen.

The light was so intense that it turned the entire security checkpoint a dark red.

Even the candidates in the regular passage next door were drawn to the commotion and craned their necks to look in this direction.

The two staff members were startled by the sudden flash of blood and instinctively took a half step back.

The female staff member's hand had already touched the alarm at her waist, but the male staff member quickly pressed her hand down and shook his head.

The two people looked at each other—what's going on?

It's just a security check, is it really necessary? This young master Lu is being far too cautious.

The male staff member cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound less awkward:

"Um... Young Master Lu, this is just to check if you're carrying any prohibited items, it's not an offensive device..."

Lu Zhixing stood in the center of the blood-red spherical shield, covering his forehead.

Going through security can cause this commotion; anyone who didn't know better would think I'm incredibly afraid of dying.

He sighed inwardly, and at the same time, he silently and gritted his teeth and shouted.

[Little Vampire: Hmm?]

"Don't panic. This is a security check, not an enemy attack."

[Little Vampire: I was only thinking about your safety... I'll be more careful next time...]

Lu Zhixing took a deep breath and voluntarily removed the blood shield.

He looked up and coughed awkwardly at the two staff members: "Ahem... sorry. I've been leveling up a bit too much lately, and it's given me a muscle reaction. Please forgive me."

The male staff member's lips twitched. This young master Lu is too pretentious, isn't he? It must be Jiahao. Luckily, I managed to hold it in.

He didn't ask any further questions. He glanced down at the monitor screen, confirmed that all the indicators were normal, and then stepped aside to make way for them.

"Alright, check passed, you can go in now."

Lu Zhixing nodded, strode into the examination hall passage, and his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The two staff members watched his retreating figure and remained silent for a moment.

The female staff member spoke first, her voice very low: "My God, is this how much rich people value their lives? They even need a shield to go through security?"

The male staff member shook his head: "What's the big deal? If I were the young master of the Lu family, I'd value my life even more than him."

"That's true." The female staff member nodded in agreement.

After passing through the passage, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before me.

A huge open-air plaza appeared before us, about half the size of a football field, with neat gray-white stone slabs paving the ground.

A dozen tall psionic lampposts stood around the square, their tops illuminating the entire square as bright as day.

A huge electronic screen stands in the center of the square, displaying exam instructions and a map showing the distribution of each exam room.

Many test takers had already gathered in the square, huddled together in small groups.

Some were exchanging exam tips, some were checking their equipment, and some were resting with their eyes closed.

Some people were wearing sophisticated combat suits, with bronze or even silver-level equipment hanging from their waists;

Some people were wearing ordinary sportswear, yet their faces displayed two completely different expressions.

Confident and nervous.

As soon as Lu Zhixing stepped out of the passage, he attracted a lot of attention.

It wasn't because he did anything remarkable, but because the name "Lu Zhixing" was so well-known among his peers in Dachang City.

The son of the city's defense commander, a necromancer, and a record-breaking clearer of the Abyss dungeon.

The fact that these three labels are applied to the same person is enough to generate buzz.

"That's Lu Zhixing? He doesn't look that great..."

"Keep your voice down! That guy just cleared the Abyss dungeon yesterday, breaking an eighteen-year record. You think you can do it?!"

"I heard that they had an S-rank Light Knight in their team, and they only passed because of her. Lu Zhixing was just there to gain experience."

"You think you can reach level 18 by just riding on someone else's experience points? Try doing that yourself!"

The buzzing of voices filled the air.

Song Xiaohe ran over without anyone noticing, taking quick little steps to reach Lu Zhixing's side, where she grabbed the hem of his clothes with her small hand.

"Lu Zhixing?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Su Youran strode over, surrounded by a group of people.

She walked up to Lu Zhixing and stopped in front of him.

"Level 18, that's pretty high."

Lu Zhixing looked at her and casually replied, "Hmm? Isn't this Miss Su? Is there something you need?"

Su Youran chuckled softly and took a step forward.

"I'm just reminding you that there are no of your father's men protecting you in this exam room."

"You—take it easy once you're in there. If you need to drop the exam, do so. To be honest, a necromancer really doesn't need to take this exam."

The surrounding examinees cast strange glances at them, and whispers rose and fell.

Lu Zhixing's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.

He put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head slightly to look at Su Youran.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Su. However, I suggest you worry more about yourself."

After all, I'm a necromancer, so failing the exam is exactly what I expected.

But Miss Su, you're an S-class prodigy! If you don't get a good result later, Uncle Su's face... he'll really be embarrassed.

Su Youran's smile froze on her face.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Su Youran took a deep breath and reorganized her words: "Lu Zhixing, this is the first time I've seen an F-level professional be so arrogant. By the way, the bet is still in effect."

"In this competition, those who rank low will have to serve as servants for half a month. Don't forget!"

Before Lu Zhixing could answer, Song Xiaohe stepped forward.

She loosened Lu Zhixing's sleeve and slowly walked towards Su Youran.

Su Youran was startled.

She remembered the girl.

S-rank four-winged angel, light-elemental knight, a rare light-elemental class.

Was she going to fight me? To stand up for Lu Zhixing?

Su Youran quickly assessed the situation in her mind—

I know nothing about Song Xiaohe. Light element is strong against wind element. If we really fight, I might not be able to win.

After all, wind magic is far inferior to light magic.

Su Youran subtly touched the ring on her finger and mentally called out:

"Senior, if she makes a move later, please help me out."

An old, languid voice echoed in her mind: "Don't worry, little girl. I'll keep an eye on things for you."

Song Xiaohe walked up to Su Youran.

Su Youran subconsciously took a half step back, her shoulders tensing as she prepared to defend herself.

Song Xiaohe did not hit her.

She reached out, grabbed both of Su Youran's wrists with one hand, and pushed her behind her back—

With a "thud," Su Youran's back slammed against the corridor wall.

In an instant, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone was completely bewildered.

Lu Zhixing was also completely bewildered.

Su Youran was about half a head shorter than Song Xiaohe, and at this moment she was pinned against the wall by Song Xiaohe, her whole body shrouded in Song Xiaohe's shadow.

Her face turned red starting from the base of her neck, then up to the tips of her ears, and finally down to her forehead.

The little vampire jumped out of the magic circle, his eyes wide open.

[Little Vampire: Yuri is awesome! 99!!]

The little zombie icon also flashed.

[Little Zombie: They're fighting? Let me come and see...]

[Little Zombie: That's it? No fighting? Tch. Boring.]

The little vampire was still excited.

[Little Vampire: You don't understand! This is something far more sophisticated than fighting!]

Song Xiaohe looked down at Su Youran, secretly delighted.

In the romance novels she read, the female lead did exactly the same thing when the villainous supporting character mocked her.

First, pin the other person against the wall to immobilize them, then overwhelm them with your presence to silence them.

What's the next step?

Song Xiaohe tilted her head and thought for a moment.

It looks like they're going to... kiss?

She glanced down at Su Youran's face—fair skin, delicate features, now flushed red with shyness and anger.

Her eyelashes were long and trembling slightly. Her lips were thin and pressed into a line.

Su Youran felt a chill run down her spine under her gaze: "You... what do you want to do?"

Song Xiaohe looked at her and asked earnestly, sincerely, and seriously, "Can...can I kiss you?"

The air freezes.

Su Youran's mind completely went blank at that moment.

Her lips trembled several times before she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Let—let me go!"

She forcefully broke free from Song Xiaohe's hand, covered her face, and turned to run away.

Behind her, her followers paused for a moment, then hurriedly chased after her.

Lu Zhixing stood there, watching Song Xiaohe's back, and then looked in the direction where Su Youran had disappeared.

Xiaohe is amazing! She's incredible.

She was so embarrassed by the arrogant Su Youran that she ran away.

Song Xiaohe turned around, ran back to Lu Zhixing's side, and grabbed his clothes again with her small hands.

She looked up at him, her big, dark eyes sparkling.

"Brother, did I do the right thing?"

Lu Zhixing was silent for a moment. "...Well done."

Song Xiaohe's lips curled up, very satisfied with her performance.

In novels, the female protagonist must step forward at crucial moments to protect the male protagonist and make the villainous female supporting character back down.

She did it.

At the corner of the corridor, Su Youran leaned against the wall, her hands covering her face, the heat on her face not yet completely gone.

Her heart beats fast. From childhood to adulthood, she has been respected, admired, and envied, but she has never been pinned against a wall.

He has never been asked by a girl, "Can I kiss you?"

A lackey approached cautiously and asked, "Miss, are you alright?"