The Beggar Young Master of the Namgung Clan Chapter 198 : Final Exams (4)

Swish—

In the solemn atmosphere, the students were moving their brushes.

The final exams were finally coming to an end.

Namgung Il filled in the answer to the last question and then put down his brush next to him.

'Phew— it's finally over.'

The results of a full ten days of effort lay before him.

An answer sheet that was clearly different from the written exam he had taken during the entrance exam.

The answer sheet in front of him now had the correct answers filled in for almost all the questions.

'With this, I should be able to avoid a failing grade.'

When he wrote the correct answers, the brush moved smoothly as if it were not his own hand.

As expected, it seed that pulling an all-nighter yesterday had paid off.

It was to the extent that he wondered if he had been possessed; the questions that Jegal Myeong had told him yesterday had co out almost exactly as they were on the exam paper.

'This is to the level where I should bow to Jegal Myeong.'

With this exam, Namgung Il had realized one thing for sure.

From now on, there would be nothing bad for him if he beca close with Jegal Myeong.

With Jegal Myeong's divine tutoring, he felt he wouldn't have to worry about exams at all in the future.

'Well, are the other kids doing well?'

Because he had written the answers so smoothly, Namgung Il had finished the exam faster than he had thought.

Even now, the majority of the students around him were struggling with their exam papers, and among them were the people he had studied with last night.

"..."

The Azure Dragon Class kids seed to be doing well on their own... Namgung Il looked at the Vermilion Bird Class.

Jong Seo-eon, Jeong Hyeon-yeong, Dang Wol-yeong. These three seed to be solving the problems smoothly.

And finally, when he looked at Gwangcheon's appearance, Namgung Il tilted his head.

'Could it be...'

Across one seat, a shiny bald head was moving up and down.

No matter how he looked at it, it seed he was dozing off... and hearing the sound in his ear, Namgung Il could be sure of that thought.

"Snore—."

To think he would doze off at such an important mont.

Because he had pulled an all-nighter yesterday, Gwangcheon's condition hadn't looked good since the morning, but he hadn't thought he would fall asleep during the exam.

'This is putting the cart before the horse.'

He had pulled an all-nighter yesterday to do well on today's exam, but it was of no use if he dozed off at the important mont.

Looking at his state, it seed he had fallen into a deep sleep that wouldn't be broken by just anything.

If he left him like this, it seed certain that Gwangcheon would get a failing grade.

"..."

Getting a failing grade because he fell asleep during the exam was, in a way, ultimately a matter of skill.

Managing one's body well on the day of the exam could be said to be an extension of the exam.

So originally, it was none of his business whether Gwangcheon dozed off or not, but Namgung Il, as if he had decided sothing, tore off a small corner of his exam paper.

'It would be a bit unfair if he got a failing grade like this.'

In any case, he and Gwangcheon had prepared for the final exam together for the past ten days.

But to get a failing grade for sothing like that, he felt it would be a little uncomfortable from the position of having studied together.

"..."

Namgung Il rolled up the torn paper and crumpled it into a ball.

If he threw this at Gwangcheon, he might wake up from his sleep.

Of course, since there were teachers supervising the exam in the exam hall, Namgung Il looked for an opportunity to throw this at Gwangcheon while watching their movents.

'Now!'

When all the teachers' gazes were crossed, Namgung Il flicked the paper ball he was holding in his hand with his finger.

It would have been better if he had thrown sothing with more weight, but this was all he could throw around him right now.

*Ting—.*

The paper ball accurately hit the back of Gwangcheon's head.

Of course, how much of an impact would this have, but still, he would feel a sting like a bug bite.

Since he had put quite a bit of sincerity into flicking his finger, a normal person would have woken up with just this.

However.

"Snore—."

Gwangcheon was still sleeping without even a slight movent.

'...I was wrong.'

Namgung Il now rembered one thing.

He was a guy who had endured being hit by the iron balls shot from the cannons when he was trapped in the labyrinth, so would he even flinch at a re paper ball like this?

He would have to throw a fist-sized stone for Gwangcheon to have so reaction.

"..."

However, there was nothing else around Namgung Il that he could throw.

And he couldn't just throw his brush or inkstone.

In the end, Namgung Il had no choice but to think of another way.

*Glance—.*

Namgung Il glanced at the person sitting right in front of him.

There, Namgung Hae was taking the exam, and right in front of him was Gwangcheon.

'To wake Gwangcheon up, an external impact won't work.'

He would never be able to wake Gwangcheon up unless he went and hit him on the back.

If Gwangcheon had been sitting right in front of him, he would have woken him up like that, but since he was sitting across one seat, even Namgung Il couldn't do that while avoiding the teachers' eyes.

"..."

Then how on earth should he wake Gwangcheon up?

Namgung Il found the answer in Namgung Hae.

Namgung Il concentrated his energy in one hand so that people wouldn't notice.

And a mont later, as the teachers' gazes seed to move away from him, Namgung Il quickly held out his hand with the gathered energy.

"...!"

Namgung Il's right hand accurately grabbed the nape of Namgung Hae's neck.

Since he was already concentrating on the exam, he would have been very surprised even if sothing had just touched his neck, but as a hand wrapped in the Thunder Emperor Divine Art touched him, Namgung Hae was so startled that it was as if he were having a seizure.

"Uwaaak—!"

The Thunder Emperor Divine Art inflicted a huge shock just by directly touching the energy, unless the person had learned it themselves.

In other words, just by his hand touching him like this, Namgung Hae would have felt a stinging shock as if he had been stung by a bee, and in the end, he scread and stood up from his seat.

"...?"

In the solemn atmosphere, Namgung Hae's scream echoed through the exam hall.

Only then did Namgung Hae seem to realize what he had done, and by the ti he ca to his senses, all the people around him were already looking at him.

"Hey, what are you doing in the middle of an exam?"

Ho Jeong-won asked Namgung Hae in a sharp voice.

"Th-that's..."

Namgung Hae was flustered and looked behind him.

However, by then, Namgung Il was sitting calmly with his posture corrected, as if nothing had happened.

Discovering that, Namgung Hae spoke to Ho Jeong-won as if he were being wronged.

"S-sothing suddenly bit the nape of my neck!"

"What bit you?"

"Th-that's..."

There was no way he could answer.

It had definitely stung the back of his neck as if he had been stung by a bee, but when he checked again, there were no traces.

In the end, Ho Jeong-won looked at him and said with a sigh.

"For disturbing the exam, you will be given a deduction."

"I-it's unfair! Sothing really... my neck..."

"Or do you want to be kicked out without even getting a score?"

"..."

Although it was unfair, there was no way to prove his innocence.

If this continued, he felt he would really be kicked out, so Namgung Hae had no choice but to sit down again with a tearful face.

"Alright, everyone focus on the exam again!"

As Ho Jeong-won shouted, the students who had been looking at Namgung Hae turned their heads back to the exam papers in front of them.

The exam hall beca quiet again.

Namgung Il glanced at Gwangcheon.

"Eum...?"

Thanks to the commotion just now, Gwangcheon had fortunately woken up from his sleep.

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, Gwangcheon finally picked up his brush.

Only after confirming that did Namgung Il lower his gaze back to its original position.

'This should be enough.'

He was sorry to Namgung Hae, but it was unavoidable to wake Gwangcheon up.

No, to be honest, he wasn't very sorry.

Because Namgung Hae had done worse things to his past self than what he had just done.

If you thought of it as all coming back to you, Namgung Hae had nothing to be unfair about.

*Swoosh—.*

Just then, he felt soone's gaze from the side.

'...Cha Yul-ryeong?'

When he turned his head, Cha Yul-ryeong was looking down at him from right next to him.

*Could it be that I had been caught doing what I had done to Namgung Hae?*

He had moved very carefully... but since there were so many eyes around, he might not have been able to avoid Cha Yul-ryeong's eyes.

"Namgung Il."

"..."

"If you've finished all the problems, just lie down and sleep."

Contrary to his worries, Cha Yul-ryeong said and passed by Namgung Il.

"...?"

*I didn't get caught...?*

Namgung Il thought so for a mont, but he instinctively knew that wasn't the case.

'Did he let off?'

*That Cha Yul-ryeong?*

Normally, he would have been kicked out of the exam hall right away, but Namgung Il was just bewildered by this situation.

"..."

After that incident in the cave, Namgung Il could see that his relationship with Cha Yul-ryeong had changed a lot from before.

*Is it because this side is keeping his secret, so that side is also letting off?*

Although it was a situation that could be called fortunate, Namgung Il couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling for so reason.

'Conversely, if I hadn't kept his secret... I don't know how he would have acted.'

*If you interfere with , I won't let you go.*

For so reason, Namgung Il felt as if Cha Yul-ryeong had just warned him again.

***

After the final exams were all over, the first-years of the Vermilion Bird Class gathered in one place.

"How was it, everyone? Was the exam okay?"

"I think I solved everything without any problems! Th-that... how was it, Miss Wol-yeong?"

"...I was fine too. How about you, Young Master?"

"Well, I solved it pretty well."

Questions about the exam followed one after another.

Listening to them, it seed everyone had done well on the exam.

Only one person, Gwangcheon, who was sleeping over there, had not been heard from.

"What about that guy Gwangcheon? I saw him dozing off earlier."

"I confird that he woke up because of the commotion."

"Ah, the one where soone suddenly scread and stood up during the exam?"

"Yes, he woke up then."

Jong Seo-eon and Jeong Hyeon-yeong seed to have no idea that the cause of that commotion was Namgung Il.

Since Namgung Il had no intention of saying it, he just kept his mouth shut.

"Still, it's a relief that the all-nighter helped. A lot of the content we studied yesterday ca out."

"I know. I should thank Young Master Jegal Myeong later."

"That's for later. I'm tired now, so I'm going to sleep."

Jeong Hyeon-yeong said and yawned.

It wasn't just Jeong Hyeon-yeong who was sleepy; it was the sa for the others.

As the exam ended, the fatigue from pulling an all-nighter yesterday was slowly creeping up on everyone.

"Are you going back to the dormitory to sleep too, Captain?"

Just then, Jong Seo-eon asked Namgung Il.

However, contrary to his expectations, Namgung Il shook his head, and seeing that, Jong Seo-eon asked with a puzzled look.

"You're not going to sleep?"

"No, I'm going to sleep. But I'm going to check the bulletin board before that."

"The bulletin board? Why there?"

"I think the list of field trips will be up by now."

Co to think of it, they would be taking applications for field trips soon.

Since he had been concentrating on the final exams, Jong Seo-eon belatedly rembered that fact.

"Ah... field trips. Do you have a place you want to go, Captain?"

Seeing that he was going to check the bulletin board even after pulling an all-nighter, Namgung Il seed to be quite interested in the field trips.

At that mont, one person was secretly concentrating on the two's conversation.

Dang Wol-yeong was concentrating on Namgung Il's words, pretending to be uninterested.

'Field trips... If I choose the sa place, I'll be able to be with the Young Master.'

Dang Wol-yeong's purpose was, after all, that.

Since she didn't have the courage to openly ask Namgung Il to go to the sa place, Dang Wol-yeong was planning to secretly eavesdrop and then apply for the sa place as Namgung Il.

"There is one place."

"Where?"

Now the destination would be revealed.

Dang Wol-yeong perked up her ears and concentrated on Namgung Il's voice.

"The Sichuan Tang Family."

"...?"

At that unexpectedly ntioned na, Dang Wol-yeong stared at Namgung Il with wide eyes.

(End of Chapter)