First Strike

Six days from now on would be the last day of the third month of the school year. 

If the pattern continued, then it meant that she would have to do this four times to Chen Fang, once every three months.

She sighed. A blank screen floated before her wherever she goes, urging her to type her plan on it. 

Well… Zhang Mei Xing knew there had to be a reason she possessed a 'character' a full year before the end of the examination. The system… oh, scratch that… The Temple did not want her to be too idle. And she could not hope for the Temple to always be magnanimous. 

Last time, Zhang Mei Xing had to do something that would force Xiang Linxin, her then-examinee, to become wittier and more analytical. The result was an utter failure. The Temple turned a blind eye to it as leniency to her, the inexperienced new member.