During the break, although there was still that situation where people crowded around her seat, thanks to Lin Qiufeng’s persuasion, things eased up a bit.
It wasn’t exactly optimistic, but at least it wasn’t too packed.
Bai Ling found it hard to handle her classmates’ enthusiasm, but she still answered all their questions one by one.
She just couldn’t bring herself to turn anyone down.
To her, anyone willing to talk to her or be her friend was showing her kindness, so she had no reason to refuse.
The break passed just like that.
Bai Ling didn’t even get a chance to stand up, her head spinning from all the questions.
She wanted to go out for a walk, but never managed to.
But anyway, at least things were quiet now, because Teacher Zitong had arrived and was leading the students to the special classroom for magic awakening.
On the way, everyone was whispering, all hoping they’d awaken a good magic attribute.
But Teacher Zitong didn’t care at all about their noise, just letting them talk.
If they were in the classroom, she’d probably have to unleash her “tyranny” again.
Lin Qiufeng walked beside Bai Ling, joining in the chatter.
Bai Ling really didn’t know how to answer her, since those questions could only be answered after the test.
No one could know what hadn’t happened yet.
They arrived at the magic awakening classroom.
The setup was simple: just a podium at the front, with a wooden table on it.
On the table sat a deep blue orb, about the size of a human head.
You could see a blue magic circle inside the orb.
No need to ask—this was obviously the magic awakening orb.
“Alright, since everyone’s here, let’s get started!” Teacher Zitong said from the podium, then began roll call.
When your name was called, you just had to walk up, put both hands on the blue orb, and that was it.
Just as Teacher Zitong said, the students went up one by one.
After testing, each student’s magic attribute was different, but there were only a few types, so everyone’s attributes fell into those categories.
But sometimes, higher-level magic could appear, which depended on innate awakening or hard work later on.
“First, Yang Li.” Teacher Zitong started calling names.
A young man stepped out from the crowd.
Judging by his name, you’d think he was all brawn and no brains, but actually, he didn’t look strong at all—more like the boy next door.
Following Teacher Zitong’s instructions, he put both hands on the blue orb.
Then something amazing happened: the blue inside the crystal ball started to fade, and soon disappeared.
In its place, a faint green color appeared, spreading until it covered about two-thirds of the orb, then stopped.
Teacher Zitong’s voice rang out in admiration.
“Hmm! Not bad, not bad.
Yang Li, wind magic, awakening level C.”
When the students heard Teacher Zitong say Yang Li was level C, their first reaction was shock.
At their age, reaching level C was already considered genius.
Usually, C-level mages were older guys, so for a 15- or 16-year-old to reach it just showed how talented he was.
Only C-level mages could craft their own magic weapons.
If his magic circle was as good as his talent, he could make a life-bound weapon—a weapon made at the start and strengthened by yourself, always by your side.
The higher the grade, the more powerful and better the attributes, sometimes even more attributes.
Yang Li himself was surprised.
In his mind, awakening to level E would’ve been good enough, since most people were just ordinary.
It wasn’t that they hadn’t tried to awaken magic—everyone had, since being a mage meant a good life.
Who wouldn’t want that? But most people failed when they tried.
After the brief shock, Yang Li got excited.
This wasn’t a dream—it was a chance to make something of himself.
His family wasn’t rich.
Sending him to the magic academy was already a huge effort for them.
If a mage came from a commoner family, it brought a lot of pride.
At least his parents wouldn’t have to bow and scrape to others anymore.
“Alright, next, Lili.” Teacher Zitong didn’t give Yang Li much time to celebrate.
For her, time was precious.
At her call, a girl walked up from the crowd.
She had long black hair with straight bangs, a black bow hairpin on one side, and a cold look on her face like everyone owed her money.
With her curvy figure, she totally gave off an ice queen vibe.
She copied what Yang Li did, placing her delicate hands on the blue orb.
The orb, which had turned blue again when Yang Li let go, started to change as soon as her hands touched it.
The blue faded, replaced by green, but this time the green only spread to half the orb before stopping.
Teacher Zitong’s voice came right on cue.
“Wind magic, awakening level D.”
“Oh!” The students gasped.
Why? Because awakening magic wasn’t hereditary—it depended on affinity, though they didn’t really know what that meant.
In their minds, if three or four mages appeared among all of them, that would already be impressive.
But in just a short time, two had already appeared, and their levels weren’t low.
Usually, only one in ten thousand people became a mage, so seeing two in a row was shocking.
But for her, it was a bit disappointing.
Her family was noble, and they never lacked mages, so she wasn’t satisfied with her level.
Otherwise, how could she control her own fate in the future?
