Chapter 282: Fortune-telling is the least popular major in Xiangtan University?
After thanking Ye Jiangzhou, Ye Fushu entered the examination room.

It is called an assessment room, but it is actually an identity verification room.

As soon as Ye Fushu walked in, someone came up to her and asked her name. After confirming that she was on the assessment list, the other party gave her a number tag and then led her to the real assessment room.

The assessment room was a circular tiered classroom with an open space in the middle that looked like a ring. There were dozens of tables and chairs around it, and many people were sitting inside, probably thirty or forty.

There were seven people sitting in the innermost circle of the lecture hall, that is, the front row. They should be the assessment instructors.

In the second row opposite the examiner, eight young men who looked like students were sitting neatly.

In the assessment room, apart from the cultivation of several instructors, those eight people had the highest cultivation.

Among those eight people, Ye Fushu saw a familiar-looking man, Meng Tu, Yang Qingwan's loyal bootlicker.

Although he looked familiar, Ye Fushu only glanced at him quickly and then looked away.

At this time, the arena was empty, but after the instructor sitting on the far left shouted "Number 37!", someone walked up to the podium.

As No. 37 came on stage, some of the eight students also stood up, and then walked onto the stage under the gaze of everyone.

Under the guidance of the mentor, the two began to fight.

Three minutes later, No. 3 was knocked off the stage.

Half a minute later, No. 38 came on stage, and two minutes later, he was knocked off the stage by students from Xiangtan University.

After watching two fights, Ye Fushu roughly understood.

Those instructors wanted to test the candidates through fighting, and the students taking the test had to go on stage in the order of their number tags.

Thinking of this, Ye Fushu looked down at his number plate, No. 87.

Right now, No. 39 has just come on stage, so 48 more people are needed before it is her turn.

This……

The wait was a bit long, so Ye Fushu sat in his seat for a while and then got up and left.

"Hey? Didn't you just get in not long ago? Have you finished the assessment?"

Ye Fushu was really pretty, and the girl who led her into the examination room had a deep impression of her, so she recognized Ye Fushu as soon as he came out.

Ye Fushu: "There is another assessment, I plan to attend that one first."

If there are many people taking the exam at Xuan College, it would be perfect. She would calculate the time and get a number tag first.

girl:?
"Ah? Other...other tests? Are you practicing dual cultivation?"

Ye Fushu nodded, "I guess so."

"That's amazing." There were no new candidates at the moment, so the girl asked, "What's your other major?"

Ye Fushu: "Fortune telling."

The girl nodded in understanding, "So it's a fortune-telling specialty... huh? Fortune-telling?!"

In just a moment, the girl's eyes changed when she looked at Ye Fushu. Her pupils widened. She stared at Ye Fushu for several seconds before she said earnestly, "Sister, how about you not go to the professional assessment?"

"Why are you so depressed that you want to take the fortune-telling exam?"

"Don't you know that fortune-telling is the least popular major in Xiangda?"

“Not only is it unpopular, it’s also weird.”

"You don't know, those students in Xuan Academy talk nonsense all the time, but there are actually very few who can really tell fortunes."

"You don't know that Xuan College's annual graduation delay rate is as high as 90%."

"Don't let your mind wander and go to Xuan Academy."

After listening to the girl's persuasion, Ye Fushu raised his hand and touched his chin.