Chapter 19 Part2 (1/2)

The first round of the examination is almost ending soon. Among the 74 partic.i.p.ants,

only one remains, as he continues running on the dirt road between the fields.

I must say, the situation at hand managed to surprise me a little.

The last partic.i.p.ant that remains is none other than Wu De, the one that endlessly threw

stones at me.

Although I'm not exactly sure how many laps he had run, but ever since I have started to

count, he had already ran 46 laps.

Even though Wu De showed a somewhat tired expression, the overall impression that he

was giving out was as if he did not feel any sort of discomfort at all. In fact, one can even

say that he was just about to end his warmup.

“Jie... Jie...” Wu De maintained his speed as he continue the motion with a systematic

panting breath. Despite all this, he is still only capable of producing the one same word.

By now, only Lambert is left overseeing Wu De’s test. Both Kaiser and Dairo had already

sat down to rest. Notably Kaiser, she is really exhausted. Similar to a squirrel clasping its

furry tail to sleep, Kaiser removed her wizard hat, and embraced it into her arms while

she leaned on Dairo’s shoulder to rest her eyes. Her smooth light purple hair flowed with

the wind in the air.

Coupled with the beautiful Dairo beside her, a famous art that could be praised for

thousands of years might probably be drawn if a famed artist happen to chance upon

the scene.

Sadly, something odd and incompatible with this scenery was beside the exquisite piece

of art and that is Di Yana, who was looking at her brother excitedly while her body

trembled and mouth watered with saliva.

Wah... bro-con sure are scary. It’s time for me to call the cops.

Incidentally, Di Yana had ran for about 6 to 7 laps, and was rated a [C rank].

Wasn’t her running speed quite fast whenever she pursued after me... but now, you are

telling me this kind of standard is her very best?

This is unconscionable.

“Young man over there, you can cease now, there isn’t a reason anymore to continue the

run.” Not sure if Lambert was getting annoyed, he shouted at the running Wu De all of a

sudden and said: “After all, you are the only one that remains, you are definitely getting

the first place.”

“Jie…” Wu De nodded his head and stopped his half-lifted foot. After buffering a few

steps, he stopped right beside Lambert.

“Hmm… are you called Wu De? A promising young man, I’m looking forward to your

performance!” A somewhat joyful voice sounded from Lambert’s bucket helmet as he

showed his raised thumb to Wu De.

Wait a minute? How come you are able to correctly call Wu De’s name while you kept

calling my name wrongly?

If we compare [Famu] and [Wu De] together, it is obvious that there are more strokes in

his name right? And even if you can’t p.r.o.nounce it correctly, how did you manage to call

my name [Folande]? ​[TL’s notes: In chinese, it takes more strokes to write Wu De than

Famu.

I get it. This is racism right? This is an indirect case of racism right?

s.h.i.+tty human. Are you looking down on the [White Magic Clan]?

“Well then, the first round of the examination is finally over. The second round of

examination will be about [Magic].” After writing down some strokes on his list and