"Or rather, where can I find a Sequence Six?
"The Ancient Immortal in other people's dreams must have a sufficiently high sequence.
"But... we can't ask them for help. If we ask, won't everything be exposed?"
Bai Mo looked towards Quanquan Hu beside him, and at the Bronze Mask slung over Quanquan Hu's shoulder with a rope.
"Do you have Sequence Six Alchemy Dao knowledge?"
Quanquan Hu quickly raised the Bronze Mask.
The apprentices all looked towards the Bronze Mask in unison.
They saw the expression on the mask change several tis, from confused, to shocked, to embarrassed, to disdainful... disdainful of Bai Mo's daydreams, as if saying, "How could I possibly have Sequence Six knowledge? I'm just a mask!"
"Alright then."
Bai Mo shifted his gaze away.
"That makes sense; this is ruin-based Immortal Cultivation, after all, whatever you dig up, that's what you get.
"Finding sothing useful is lucky, a matter of fate.
"Finding sothing useless, that can't be used, is normal.
"No one promised that we'd manage to cultivate smoothly just by scavenging."
Bai Mo maintained a very positive attitude.
He pondered for a mont.
"Next, let's figure out a way to more thoroughly excavate that dormitory area!
"In this male Ancient Immortal's diary, it was recorded that his Sequence Six wife guided eleven people on the Nasal Soup, with eleven guidance cases.
"Let's dig out those eleven cases. I'll try reverse engineering them to see if we can solve the problem."
In the main hall, a dense crowd of foxes looked up earnestly.
"Yip yip yip!"
"Howl howl howl!"
"Yip yip yip!"
...Even if we have to turn that dormitory area upside down, we must find the docunts master needs!
...
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.
On the campus of West State University, the sumr heat had lessened, and there was more of an autumn feel. Occasionally a few yellow leaves could be found on the asphalt roads, and the cicadas in the trees at noon had lost their energy.
In the cafeteria, Bai Mo, wearing a newly purchased checkered shirt, was eating roasted duck rice.
While eating, he felt a bit frustrated.
"This is strange, it's just a few Copper Plates, why are they so hard to find?
"Could it be that they've been destroyed over millions of years?"
Next to him, the fox apprentice White Gloves was holding an entire roasted duck, happily gnawing away with a face full of grease, its eyes squinting with pleasure. Hearing its master's ntion of the Copper Plates, it perked up its ears, frowned a bit, and imdiately started eating even faster!
Crack!
The crispy skin of the roasted duck was torn off and eaten.
It wanted to eat more, store more energy, and then go dig for those Copper Plates!
Passing by with a tray, a girl quietly whispered to her companion.
"Who said checkered shirts are tacky? They look great."
"Not necessarily, it depends on who's wearing it."
"Last ti Wang Dongliang wore a checkered shirt, it was very greasy."
"Oh right, you have to control the variables. If you keep the shirts constant and use Bai Mo and Wang Dongliang as the variables to compare, you can indeed get a conclusion..."
The two girls glanced at each other, nodded, and ca to a conclusion.
"Whether checkered shirts look good... depends on who wears them!"
Bai Mo naturally heard their discussion, but he didn't bother to respond... After all, ever since starting school, he had heard such comnts so often that his ears were almost callused, and he had built up resistance.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.
"A ssage?"
He took it out to see that the sender was none other than Professor Zhang!
"Why did he send a ssage? What's up?"
[Bai Mo, this afternoon, we're organizing a high mathematics test. Can you attend?]
Bai Mo curled his lips... Professor Zhang was being too polite!
In fact, Professor Zhang was the head teacher of the Immortal Grass Experintal Class.
The head teacher asking a student if they could attend a test... it's only proper to give face. After all, the roasted duck rice he was eating and the roasted duck White Gloves was gnawing on were both provided for free by the West University cafeteria...
...
In the afternoon, Bai Mo, with White Gloves, arrived at the designated classroom at the specified ti, and saw that at the classroom door stood both a math teacher and Professor Zhang.
"Hello, teacher, good afternoon, Professor Zhang."
Professor Zhang responded with a smile.
The math teacher, however, had a strange expression.
After Bai Mo entered the exam hall and took his seat, the math teacher began to quietly complain.
"He's getting more and more outrageous!
"In the first class, he was listless.
"In the second class, he started sleeping.
"In the third class, while I was writing on the blackboard, I turned around and he was gone!"
Professor Zhang gave a wry smile.
"And the fourth class?"
The math teacher snorted coldly.
"What fourth class?
"He attended only two and a half classes; after that, I never saw him again!
"What kind of student is this?
"Even though he knows Immortal Technique, even though he's an expert on your Committee, even though his college entrance exam scores were very high... I just can't accept it. Such a student is not allowed in my class!"
Professor Zhang forced a bitter smile.
"Teacher Chen, calm down!
"Other teachers have also talked to . As for Bai Mo... he... he doesn't just skip your class alone.
"He attended University Chinese once.
"He ca to University Physics twice.
"For English Academic Reading and Writing, he simply never showed up. The foreign teacher doesn't even know what he looks like.
"Your math class is already the one he's attended the most!"
Teacher Chen was so angry that he laughed.
"According to this, should I consider myself honored?
"In this class, which student isn't top-notch excellent? But he's the most arrogant!
"Today's math test, I'll let him know how high the heavens are and how vast the earth is!"
...
In the exam hall, students sat separately.
The test papers were already passed down.
Bai Mo sat in the last row, received the test paper, and glanced at it.
"So many questions?"
Front and back, a total of fifty-three questions, all sorts of limit finding, calculus, and proof questions.
He pulled a pen from his backpack and started writing.
Wan Bocheng in the front row briefly looked at the questions and frowned.
"This... the amount is too much.
"These few questions, I've encountered them before. But solving them again, I'm not sure I can succeed."
He turned the test paper over and looked at the back.
"These... uh... look very difficult and troubleso.
"Can they be solved?"
Feeling anxious and depressed, he instinctively turned to glance at Bai Mo, and imdiately showed a relieved smile.
"Why should I be afraid?
"I spend every day in the library reading and practicing questions, while Bai Mo commutes daily and doesn't attend classes at all.
"Out of a 100-point test, I score seventy, and Bai Mo at most scores twenty. Being fifty points ahead is still quite a boost."
Wan Bocheng caught sight of Lan Fangfang beside him, who also just shifted her gaze from Bai Mo and had a relaxed smile.
"Hehe."
Wan Bocheng first picked out a few questions he had practiced before and began answering them from mory.
"This... should be L'Hôpital's Rule, doesn't seem too difficult..."
Swish, swish, swish...
The exam room soon quieted down, leaving only the sound of students writing intensely.
...
Outside the exam hall, Teacher Chen and Professor Zhang were chatting rather than invigilating.
"This Bai Mo, his attitude is really not right!
"No matter how brilliant the college entrance exam was, it's all in the past.
"I hope this ti, we can knock down his arrogance and make him seriously devoted to his studies.
"I heard he's a commuter? If he doesn't co to school every day, where does he go?"
Professor Zhang laughed.
"He cos every day.
"He just doesn't attend classes; he goes to the cafeteria every day to scrounge als.
"He eats the amount of five people at each al."
Teacher Chen frowned.
"Eats that much?"
Professor Zhang nodded.
"He eats one person's portion, and his Immortal Beast eats four people's portions."
Teacher Chen was even more upset.
"So the university is just a place for him to feed his Immortal Beast?"
...
In the classroom, Wan Bocheng was full of joy.
The few questions he practiced all successfully ca to mind and he successfully wrote them on the paper!
Thirty points were already in hand!
"Can Bai Mo's total score reach thirty?
"Hehe."
Just as he was feeling pleased, he suddenly noticed soone walking past.
It was Bai Mo, wearing a checkered shirt and jeans, with a cold expression and a leisurely deanor.
Trailing right behind Bai Mo was a little chubby fox, carrying a backpack, holding a paper, and wagging its tail happily.
"Huh?"
Wan Bocheng instinctively stared at the paper the little chubby fox was holding, only to see it covered in dense writing, every question completed with answers, yet the handwriting was quite neat and legible.
Was Bai Mo... scribbling nonsense? Guessing?
He instinctively looked at Bai Mo's paper, compared to his recently morized and answered questions seventeen and eighteen... and imdiately fell into silence.
At least on these few questions, Bai Mo's answers were correct!
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