The next day, Xu Lingjun got up extra early.
He ate two eggs and a fried dough stick made by Wang Tiancheng himself...
Father Wang's mindset was still stuck in the old ways, believing that eating like this could bring a perfect score, thinking it was auspicious.
Xu Lingjun didn't have the heart to tell him that actually, of the five subjects, four have a full score of 150, leaving just one with 100. You're not helping me; you're cursing me.
But oh well...
He meant well, so why spoil it?
Besides, if I could get a perfect score of 100 in all five subjects, that wouldn't be bad either.
At the very least, by then the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion would be completely secured, and there'd be a lot of extra academic credits to spare.
After breakfast.
Xu Lingjun said goodbye to Wang Tiancheng and walked to the academy alongside Wang Qingya.
Wen Sheng needed the martial test, and Martial Artists needed the literary test too.
