The Ger Is A Part Timer [BL]

~ 10 ~

"You're lying! They said it's always been confidential!"

"Shh! My dad only managed to get a hint for the written exam ah. Be quiet..."

"There's nothing money can't buy, no?"

Snicker—

His ears picked up on a few conversations. Apparently, every year's exam content had always been strictly confidentially. Even if the contents got leaked, who was to say it would remain the same?

So instead of having the exam changed, a hint was much better. That examinee's dad was wise.

Yu Yan: But my Captain is wiser! Hmp!

To accommodate such a large number of applicants, the school probably had to limit the examinees still, and turned the process of 'entering the examination hall' into a mini test as well. As to what type of test, it clearly couldn't be guessed.

It didn't matter much to Yu Yan. His only concern was by how much should he tone down his strength. He only wanted to study military electronics after all, not become a soldier. He didn't mind being a soldier, however, he didn't like taking orders from someone above him.

He clearly had the qualifications to boss people around, why wrong himself?

Three minutes later, a dull vibration emanated through the carpeted wall. It was so soft that he barely noticed.

Now that he thought of it, why were all the walls carpeted? Carpeted walls weren't strange in musical buildings and theaters for sound insulation, however, this building was for combat course.

What was the need? Interior design? Spendthrift addiction?

Before Yu Yan could even hypothesize, a large digital clock emerged from the ceiling just above the middle door to the examination hall—the initial number of minutes, ten.

A lot of examinees started fretting. Although the timer had started, the three doors were unmoved. It went to show the low credibility of the information he, and the other students obtained.

Yu Yun peeled himself away from leaning on the wall. He straightened himself and stretched his muscles.

This examination finally tickled his interest. It was out if his expectations for an exam to be thrilling and game-like.

He carefully roamed his sight throughout the room. Slowly and unnoticeably, he drew his spiritual power out to his eyes—

A thirty-watt lightbulb?!

Yu Yan was slightly startled, closing his eyes for a few seconds out of instinct. The glow from the timer almost blinded him.

Spiritual power or mental power was similar to the electromagnetic spectrum. Each person had a level of intensity they belong to, much like a frequency. The higher it went the spectrum, the more in-tune and sensitive one was to spiritual energy, though however dangerous and powerful they become when rampant. That said, each person would still have their own signature in the spiritual residue they leave behind.

What Yu Yan saw within the foyer were objects that faintly glowed at varying degrees.

Was the spiritual essence on the ceiling timer a clue? Were they to take an object coated in residue as a gate pass to the halls?

Yu Yan took a look the closest spirit-coated object—a vase that when turned—

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