Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 30 - 30 30 Test Fight_1

30: Chapter 30 Test Fight_1 30: Chapter 30 Test Fight_1 Xie Dang’en is a talent!

An extraordinary talent!

After school, Yan Fei spread out several pieces of large white paper at home and copied the contents marked as key points to review in Xie Dang’en’s textbook onto the papers, each word written with due diligence.

As he transcribed, he couldn’t help but marvel.

He had originally planned to mark his own textbook following the notes on his deskmate’s, but after seeing the size of the task, he immediately realized that completing that task for all the subjects by exam time was basically impossible.

So he simply borrowed his deskmate’s textbook.

Just with the effort that Xie Dang’en put into annotating these materials, Yan Fei only needed to spend a tenth of the time to glance over the annotations twice.

His exam results would definitely not be poor with such preparation.

After all, Yan Fei had never seen a student take copying homework so seriously.

Thinking of copying, Yan Fei chuckled to himself.

Since he gained the ability to transform into a Pterosaur, he found that while in his “idiot” state, observing the small island was no longer limited to observing from afar like before.

Now, he could zoom in at will when looking at the island.

To give an analogy, it was like before, when he could only scan the multitude of blackboards standing around him while standing in the middle of the field.

He could see them, but without the ability to move, he could only get a general idea.

Now, he could walk around the field at will and approach whatever blackboard he wanted to see clearer.

With this ability, he just needed to write a little larger on such large sheets of white paper, place them on the island, and then look at them as he pleased during the exam.

Unless the invigilators were gods, they would have no idea what he was up to.

Two days later, the exams began, with Yan Fei full of confidence.

Because the whole school was taking exams simultaneously, the classrooms were insufficient.

Hence, the testing locations were set up outside the classrooms.

Students carried their own desks, brought stiff folders, and dispersed according to their classroom seating arrangements throughout the open spaces of the school.

Yan Fei secretly laughed while taking his exams.

To prepare for his Chinese exam, he had even copied all the idioms from the texts of lessons they had gone through during these days, including the tonal pronunciation, as well as all the important paragraph reading comprehension sections.

Looking at the white papers on the island during the exam, Yan Fei felt like he was writing with divine assistance.

Halfway through copying, he couldn’t help but glance at Xie Dang’en not far away.

But even more extreme, despite the chilly weather, Xie Dang’en was still wearing shorts.

Whenever the teacher was not looking, he would lift his shorts to reveal his legs, which were covered in black handwriting.

Yan Fei almost burst out laughing.

By this time, the invigilating teacher had already caught several unfortunate ones.

These unfortunate fellows were the ones who were too obvious.

Cheating during exams was common and the teachers knew it, but they had to catch someone.

So they caught those who did not bother to hide their actions.

If you dared to cheat so openly and ignored the teacher’s presence, then the teacher simply had to catch you.

After several days, as the exam subjects progressively increased, Yan Fei’s admiration for Xie Dang’en had reached the point of reverence.

The last set of big-point questions on the exam paper almost always fell within the key points highlighted by Xie Dang’en.

If there were any surprises, there would definitely be “important” marked on Xie Dang’en’s textbook.

Especially for subjects like history, politics, and geography, Yan Fei was copying so much that he was starting to worry: He practically slept through every class, so what if he accidentally scored first in a single subject exam?

After the last subject History ended, Xie Dang’en came over and asked Yan Fei, “How did you do, Clairvoyant?”

Yan Fei chuckled, “I was worried about getting a perfect score, so I purposely got a few questions wrong!”

Xie Dang’en gave him a thumbs-up and said like a flatterer in a TV show, “Clairvoyant, you’re truly a genius, indeed!”

The reason they call Yan Fei “Clairvoyant” is that after a certain exam had ended, Xie Dang’en asked Yan Fei why he didn’t cheat.

Yan Fei had no choice but to point at a student’s stool in the distance and say the contents written on the leg of the stool.

Xie Dang’en didn’t believe it and ran over to see the contents written on the other student’s stool.

Sure enough, the tiny letters from a considerable distance away were exactly as Yan Fei had said.

From then on, Xie Dang’en gave Yan Fei the nickname “Clairvoyant”.

As the two of them chatted warmly, their other deskmate Zhang Qiang looked miserable.

This fellow, big and burly, was more timid than a mouse.

Although he brought small cheat notes with him, he didn’t dare to cheat.

He and Xie Dang’en got along well usually, but after several exams, Xie Dang’en’s relationship with him had returned to their normal deskmate relationship.

On the contrary, Yan Fei, with his “clairvoyant” eyes, was able to share a few choices with Xie Dang’en during the exam and surreptitiously wrote him a few small cheat notes.

With Yan Fei’s precision skills, he could throw those small paper balls with pinpoint accuracy.

Now, the two of them had become close buddies.

No wonder villains always have a few close brothers by their side.

Doing bad things together truly brought out genuine feelings in adversity!

While the two of them were celebrating, a crowd suddenly gathered at the front door.

They circled up to find that two people were fighting.

The reason for their fight was quite unique – one had promised the other to write the answers during the exam but did not, and this disagreement escalated into a fight.

At first, the two of them were just shoving and shouting, with several familiar classmates trying to defuse the situation.

But in the blink of an eye, they were swinging chairs at each other, causing the crowd to quickly scatter.

A girl named Yang Yang, who was sitting close and acting as the temporary class monitor, got hit on the arm with a stool.

Tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

The reason why Yan Fei knew this girl named Yang Yang was not because she was pretty, but simply because they had been in the same class for several years in primary school, and she had always been the class monitor.

The kind of monitor that teachers really liked – the type who knew all the habits of elementary school students, like snitching and meddling in others’ affairs.

However, she never ratted on Yan Fei.

In fact, she showed him quite a bit of consideration.

If Yan didn’t have his homework, she wouldn’t collect it; if he was late, she wouldn’t record it; sometimes, if she saw him wanting to do homework, she would let him copy.

Others said that she often stood up for Yan Fei.

Even though Yan Fei never cared about what others said, this was a type of goodwill.

Accept it or not, no one would blame him.

Because of this slight relationship, Yan couldn’t bear to see the little girl crying so bitterly.

He stepped forward and pulled her a few steps back: “Why are you getting involved in a boys’ fight?

It’s not as if they’re going to kill each other…”

Upon hearing Yan Fei’s words, the little girl’s sense of grievance completely transformed into anger: “Yan Fei, you’re so…”

She pondered for a while, but didn’t know what to say about him.

Consequently, she started crying again, covering her arm.

Yan Fei thought it was better not to meddle in her business and was about to walk away when he heard something whizzing through the air.

Fortunately, he was used to transforming into a Compsognathus and using his ears to sense his surroundings.

Otherwise, it could have been disastrous.

Hearing the whooshing sound, he turned around and blocked with the stool in his hand, just in time to keep another flying stool from hitting him.

He didn’t manage to block it completely and got grazed by a stool leg.

For once, Yan Fei felt slightly angry.

He had been in high spirits about the end of exams and upcoming holidays, and had offered help to the little girl out of the goodness of his heart, only to be annoyed by her incessant crying.

Actually, when Yan Fei got angry, this was the extent of it.

He shouted, “Can’t even hold onto a fucking stool during a fight, do you have a problem…”

The two who were fighting were both enjoying themselves at that moment.

One was feeling adventurous as he was hitting with a stool, while the other was getting a strange pleasure from being hit.

They both spontaneously responded, “It was you who stood so close.

You deserved it…”

Yan Fei took a step forward and kicked away the guy without a stool.

Using the momentum, he swung his leg, not even changing his feet, and directly kicked away the stool from under the other guy.

Changing his foot, he delivered another kick and down went another one, clutching his stomach.

The guy who lost his stool first finally came to his senses, starting swearing profusely.

Since he was asking for a beating, Yan Fei didn’t hold back and delivered a flurry of kicks to him.

This guy was not a complete idiot, he stopped swearing after a few blows and started yelping instead.

They were just a bunch of students who had never seen an actual fight where one didn’t throw insults but only punches.

Seeing him silent now, Yan Fei turned to the one who was kicked away along with his stool earlier.

That guy had also badmouthed him earlier, but upon witnessing Yan’s kicks, he immediately stopped.

Seeing Yan turn around, he quickly got up and held his stool defensively: “I was just cursing him, not you…”

This could have been a comical scene, but no one in the surrounding laughed.

Yan Fei still had a firm grip on his book in one hand and his stool in the other!

He initially wanted to turn around and say something to Yang Yang, but when he saw the little girl’s dumbfounded expression, he decided to remain silent and walked into the classroom with his stool.

The outside suddenly burst into a loud clamour after a while.

When Xie Dang’en came in, he gave Yan Fei a thumbs up, a look of admiration on his face: “When Hero Yan takes action, no…kicks, it’s truly extraordinary, is this what they call…fighting for the honour of a woman…”

Yan Fei chuckled: “It’s not my fault, the stool almost hit me, and they were rude.

I’ve never fought before, and if I wasn’t so pissed, I wouldn’t have hit them.

What’s so great about fighting?

You can’t hit too hard.

If you hurt them severely, you’ll have to pay compensation.”

What Yan Fei said was indeed heartfelt, fighting is not the same as killing dinosaurs.

But Xie Dang’en’s interpretation of it was quite different.

His previously joking tone turned serious: “Sigh…sigh…I’ve always thought you were quite…you know what…but it turns out you’re afraid to hurt people!

You are…”

Zhang Qiang, on the side, was also speechless with admiration.

In those days, the term ‘playing cool’ wasn’t popular yet, so Yan Fei had no idea that his words, combined with his actions of using only his feet while holding things in both hands, inadvertently perfected his cool act, scoring him a full 10/10!

At this moment, Yang Qian outside the window called him.

After putting his stuff away, he walked out.

A few rows ahead, the two guys who had been fighting were grimacing in pain, arguing quietly: “Would I have started it if you hadn’t?”

“It was your stool that flew out and hit him…”

“Would it have hit him if you had held your stool steadlily?”

“…”

When Yan Fei walked past, both of them stopped instantly, watching him leave with awe on their faces.

Only then, they started arguing again: debating whose fault it was to piss off that guy, pointing out that his kicks were more painful than being hit with stools by both of them…