"Don't even think about breaking the spell Ian cast on me. I suddenly feel a lot better, very confident." William was clearly exhibiting the great effect of psychological suggestion.
Ian hadn't really cast any magic.
"Yes, the Chinese Magic Rune, contains great terror and great magic power." Ian clapped his hands, announced the success, and put the feather pen back in the drawer.
"Can you do one for me too?" Michael eagerly took out his own feather pen. Ian hesitated for a moment, but decided to share his magic, drawing a few strokes on Michael's forehead as well.
"I thought you didn't care about exams?"
Ian was quite helpless.
"I just don't care about revising, because revising cuts into the time I have for writing love letters to Rebecca." Michael chuckled, sounding somewhat justified.
"This was your own request."
Just as Ian set down the pen.
"What about the ritual magic?"
Michael remembered the process even more clearly than Ian, the "magic founder." Ian had no choice but to take out his magic wand and pretend.
"Ba Baoli Bo Ba Boli Bao~"
Though nothing happened, Michael's joy was evident.
"So amazing! I feel more confident too!"
It can only be said that psychological suggestion works equally on any innocent little wizard. Michael's loud declarations reminded Ian of his childhood, when he was obsessed with inner power.
He thought his magical skills were forming, and even climbing over rails made him feel light and agile, but in fact, he realized he just had indigestion and a bloated stomach—no one could explain why he truly felt light, so psychological suggestion is really quite amazing.
"Aren't you going to draw one for yourself?"
William picked up a mirror to study the mysterious "magic rune" on his forehead, and curiously asked Ian, thinking that such good magic should be used by Ian too.
"No, no, I'm already too confident, too cheerful, if I draw this magic rune again, I might just get carried away and inflated with ego."
Ian quickly refused, throwing aside the feather pen.
His behavior didn't make his good roommates feel anything was amiss. The two admired themselves in the mirror for a long time, only setting it down at Ian's urging to head to the exam hall together.
Along the way.
William and Michael both walked with their heads held high, as if truly "blessed" by magic, probably making them the most confident of all the little wizards facing the exam.
This surely helps them to better showcase their talents; as long as they don't get overconfident, they will definitely perform better than usual.
Ian wasn't just a pure exaggerator.
He was trying to save his good roommate William's mood.
See.
William wasn't muttering repeated content he had already memorized, nor was he unable to recall answers due to nervousness. Ian felt he surely helped William save one course's grade.
"I am such a good person."
While waiting outside the exam hall, Ian gave himself a thumbs-up, enjoying yet another win-win day, not only gaining merit but also gratitude from his roomies.
Oh, no, maybe it's a three-win, he's also enjoying the fun of being a merry companion.
"What happened to your two roommates? They have words on their foreheads." Aurora was quite puzzled upon reaching the exam hall, watching William and Michael enter ahead as the doors opened.
"I don't know."
Ian made a confused expression.
"What words are there?"
His puzzled appearance was definitely Oscar-worthy. One thing's for sure, when Aurora mentioned there were words, Ian already realized this German girl must have learned Chinese.
See.
Aurora furrowed her brows and responded.
"The people you hang out with are really weird; if they really believe in such gimmicky stuff, shouldn't they have words like 'definitely pass' or 'sure to succeed' on their foreheads?"
"If I'm not mistaken, the words on their foreheads are... 'no cilantro'? I suppose these four Chinese characters shouldn't have any pre-exam blessing meaning in the Eastern side?"
Indeed, Aurora could definitely be considered a good girl; she questioned her knowledge rather than suspecting that Ian and his roommates had lost their minds.
"Oh, I see."
Ian looked as if he had just understood.
"You must have known long ago."
Aurora looked like she was quietly watching the little wizard perform.
"No, no."
Innocent big eyes stared up by Ian.
"I get it, you drew them for them."
Aurora didn't possess any mind reading abilities; she simply knew her good companion well, "Do these four words have any positive meaning? If they do, could you tell me?"
The diligent German girl tilted her head.
"Hmm?"
Seeing Ian silent for a long time, she raised her brows in confusion.
"You said if there's any positive meaning, tell you, so I'm clearly responding to your request." Ian explained his reason for being silent.
He explained it in a straightforward manner.
Being silent meant no positive meaning.
"..."
However.
Aurora was stunned for a while before she regained her composure.