The people of Nanshan Class gloated, "Heh heh, what’s the use of that trashy East Sea Class engaging in superstitious activities? It’s not as powerful as a charm from Brother Xin!"
Fang Yumei and Wang Xin were both pleased and couldn’t hide their joy.
The people of East Sea Class seriously followed Zuzi in practicing.
It looked like meditation, but they would occasionally get up and make some movements; it seemed like Tai Chi, but each gesture was decidedly different from the slow Tai Chi, with forceful wind between moves, quite imposing.
Wu Minghao glanced suspiciously at those guys laughing and joking in the distance, "Little Ancestor, why are they holding a piece of tattered paper and laughing like fools?"
Without lifting an eyelid, Zuzi replied lightly, "Focus on your breathing techniques, the rhythm!"
Wu Minghao held his breath, yow!
Zuzi went around inspecting the breathing postures of the East Sea Class students, occasionally tapping someone’s back, "Bent, straighten up for me."
Sometimes tapping someone’s knees twice, "Your foundation must be steady. Be fierce in extending and retracting."
He finally spoke casually, as if answering Wu Minghao’s question, "Maybe it’s because they’re too easy to fool. After all, they’re just kids who haven’t seen real divine skills..."
Wu Minghao nodded vigorously, "Exactly, I vaguely heard them calling us superstitious, hmph, they’re just sour grapes who have no idea how strengthening and magical the breathing techniques the Ancestor taught us are. I’m now clear-headed and energetic, can do ten more practice papers, and have no aftereffects from staying up all night!"
Although proud, he was still a bit worried, "Little Ancestor, does that so-called ’Guaranteed Exam Pass’ charm they mentioned really work? Will it bring us bad luck?"
Zuzi: "Never heard of it, never seen it."
Such low-level stuff isn’t even worth the Ancestor’s attention.
Wu Minghao: "I just think it’s a bit unfair, why aren’t these crooked things banned in the college entrance exam?"
Zuzi tapped his stomach, "Your breathing is chaotic."
Wu Minghao sucked in his stomach, ow!
Everyone was diligently learning the strengthening breathing techniques with Zuzi. Unconsciously, they broke out in a sweat, but the fatigue and anxiety were all washed away, and the whole person felt reborn...
"Photo time, photo time, final group photo before the exam!"
The grade director shouted with a loudspeaker.
Everyone quickly changed into clean uniforms, gathered around Zuzi, insisting she stand in the center, and took the last whole class photograph before the college entrance exam...
July 7th, the first day of the college entrance exam.
In the scorching heat of July, it started raining early in the morning.
Xi Rubao was discharged smoothly the night before, with all her health indicators fully returned to normal, as healthy as can be, causing the ER doctor in charge of her bed to decide to sleep in the morgue for a few more days to calm the fright.
Her body’s self-healing speed is eerily fast, ahhhh.
So, is the secret to self-healing drinking lotus root bone soup when you’ve fractured a bone???
Xi Rubao slept soundly at home for a night and was so excited that she got up at five in the morning, bouncing around the house, which worried Wang Laowu.
"Third Miss, please sleep a bit more. The first exam only starts at nine o’clock."
"No sleeping, I have endless energy!"
"Ahem, Third Miss, since that’s the case... the eldest miss instructed, if you really can’t sleep, then do a practice paper..." Wang Laowu sighed at Zuzi’s foresight; she had already left the morning’s homework for Xi Rubao last night, probably knowing that only the papers could scare Xi Rubao back to bed.
Xi Rubao became even more excited, "Great, I love studying, I love doing papers! Hurry, hurry, bring them here!"
Wang Laowu stumbled, "Third Miss..."