The Ger Is A Part Timer [BL]

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A question!

Yu Yan's first thought was: The scope shouldn't be the problem but somewhere near the chamber if the fire power is reduced enough that the bullet looks like it deviated.

His second thought was: Why does this vase look like this? Is this street art, Margaux style?

Spiritual power could act like paint. When one coats their hand in it and smears it on a half-covered object, only the uncovered parts would be tainted. In this case, cutout letters may have been stuck on the vase before it the spiritual residue was applied. Then after, the cutout was taken off to make the questions invisible to the naked eye.

Secret military messages were even sent this way through unsuspecting objects.

Quickly, Yu Yan looked around at the other participants. Indeed, a few had already discovered the abnormality of the timer and started looking around.

Faintly, another sound of vibration came from the wall. Yu Yan pressed his back to the wall, feigning calm indifference. In reality, the gears or his mind kept turning until it came to an answer that made sense!

Weren't the carpets placed not for visual aesthetic but to cover the sounds of the gears on the walls?

An applicant with soft blond locks gave Yu Yan a side glance before he gave the vase beside Yu Yan a long look, and then he turned away.

Meanwhile, Yu Yan paid him no mind despite noticing his gaze. He dismissed this as an inquisitive look for the question on the vase.

Yu Yan actually took a page from his book; quickly surveying the room to memorize more questions written on other objects. He figured that the timer wasn't when the exam would start, but rather when it would end—when the spiritual residue had completely disappeared due to its exposure not only to air, but to the numerous applicants that carry their own spiritual signatures.

This was a written test, however, there were no questionnaires, nor answer sheets. Not only did it test the spiritual power of the course applicants, but also their memory and problem-solving capacity. The subjects not only covered gun courses and the basics of mecha, but also a mix of history, analytical math, physics, and others related to the course. The difficulty of the exam was in par with the final examination of the first-years in the course.

It was like giving an arithmetic test to a grade schooler and an infant who just learned to scribble the walls with a crayon!

Seeing that more and more people, like Yu Yan and some other smarter applicants, started staring at the walls, ornaments, and even knobs, the others scampered into doing the same.

Ten minutes wasn't long, much less enough time to answer a whole examination. If others weren't even fast enough or careful enough, other applicants may well erase the questions on these objects just to prevent others from scoring higher than them.

Indeed, Yu Yan's prediction happened.

Six minutes later, a scuffle near the building entrance had been initiated after an examinee had wiped a portrait with his own spirit. He might've been pressured by the time and the realization that he would not pass and therefore, tried to drag others with him. Add to that was the lack of mentors or proctors in the venue.

Indifferently, Yu Yan spun an out-of-place candle-a-bra one-eighty on top a drawer.

56) How many years is the interval between the interstellar year that the Blue Star Empire completely annexed the white barbarians and the year the hexa-plated EM shield prototype?

Yu Yan's eyes slightly narrowed.

The hexa-plated EM shield was based out of a new design where instead of a whole shield, the shield would be broken to smaller hexagonal plates linked together so that when hit, one plate would only need to regenerate instead of leaving the ship unshielded.

However, that wasn't the reason why Yu Yan was slightly displeased with this question. It was the term 'barbarian'.

He had been called a lot of names, but this used to be one nickname he was most displeased with.

A woman taking arms and learning the art or war was considered barbaric, however, it would not be as inconceivable as it had been done before.

However, a frail ger that only served a birthing tool at most?

He loathed the people that whispered behind his General father's back about how he could let himself be disgraced with his ger son promiscuously playing in the barracks, acting barbaric and uncouth with a sword. Who would want to marry such a 'thing'?

When his General father had found out, he had ordered the tongues of those that spouted rumors be fed to the dogs the next day. But poisonous words spoken by barbed tongues worsened when his General father had parted ways with the living.

Given the adjective 'white', the statement must pertain to the White Star Empire's Nurdyk people. It seems that even this life, because he was half-Nurdyk, he might as well still be considered part of the 'white barbaric race'.

"Oi, give that to me!" A commanding voice interrupted Yu Yan's reverie.

Yu Yan carefully, indiscreetly studied the young man with an impatient scowling countenance.

"Is there anything I could do for big brother?"

Although Yu Yan was aware of his age, his physique still seemed like a eighteen year old at most. In the eyes of many here, he was rabbit that jumped and skipped ahead of his high school years just to enter academy earlier.

They didn't put Yu Yan in their eyes.

"Move over", he commanded.

Yu Yan shrugged and turned to tour around the room, hoping to satisfy his curiosity over the gear sounds on the wall.

"No wait", a hand grabbed his shoulder. "Give me the answer to this question", he barked.

Yu Yan silently stared at the hand groping his shoulder.

"Out with it." His brows grew tenser. "Or I'll find ways to match you in the ring."

Yu Yan: A wild uneducated fool has appeared.

Contrary to what seems likely, the young man was actually lucky. Yu Yan had been alert every since he left the Triton. Otherwise, there would've been another Kenji-wannabee offering their first kiss to the carpet.

Kenji, sneezing: My nose feels itchy...

"Are you done?" A low voice resounded beside them.

A trembling shiver ran down Yu Yan's tailbone.

Where?? Where did that come from???

He turned to the taller person.

Yu Yan: ???

Yu Yan: !!!!

It's him! Father, it's him! The man who fed me a marble!

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Kenji, contemplating: ....

Quinn: What are thinking so hard about?

Kenji: An occupation change... Am I a pirate, a nanny, or a janitor?

Quinn: Oh. Is there a difference?

Yu Yan, hits fits on palm: They're all synonymous.

Kenji: .... (can I leave this family?)