Chapter 1 Painting Class

Inside the painting classroom, the lesson had already begun in a calm atmosphere.

Slender silver lamps hanging on the wall emitted a warm glow, spilling onto the neat picture frames and illuminating the classroom furnished with narrow wooden benches.

The air was filled with a faint scent of paint and canvas.

Professor Mogut, the advanced art professor, was dressed in a retro black suit, his red silk bow tie shimmering slightly, making him appear even more dignified and serious in the soft light. In his hand, he held a painting, a work with considerable depth and mystery, waiting for a student to volunteer an answer.

The classroom was quiet and filled with a sense of pressure.

If no one volunteered, Professor Mogut would randomly select someone to begin the first round of questioning.

However.

At this moment.

A hand unexpectedly shot up.

All the demons' eyes turned towards the direction of the raised hand—

Hyberian was standing there, her right hand raised stiffly, her amber eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe her own action.

It was as if her arm had been forcibly controlled by something.

After a moment, she seemed to realize something.

She turned her head and saw an Eagle-Eye demon sitting to her right, his pupils focused on her, the bright light in his eyes particularly striking in the small classroom.

Obviously, this Eagle-Eye demon was the source of her sudden hand-raising; he was using mental magic on her!

If Hyberian started,

then following the clockwise rotation,

the Eagle-Eye demon could answer in the fifth slot of the first round.

He would have the most time to analyze.

"Then let's start with you."

Professor Mogut obviously knew what had happened.

But that was the rule of the classroom; utilize your strengths, and using strategy was allowed.

Hyberian's face turned somewhat grim.

She had no means to counter or defend against mental magic at such close range, and if she started answering, Lanchi, sitting to her left, would be the second student to answer.

She glanced at Lanchi apologetically, feeling like she had dragged him down.

At the same time, Hyberian turned her gaze to Professor Mogut, but she really couldn't tell the quality of the painting in the professor's hand.

"..."

Was she going to have to guess?

There was a fifty percent chance of surviving this round, or failing immediately.

Just as Hyberian's mood plunged into an icy abyss,

"That's painted by the professor."

Lanchi whispered from the side.

Instantly, his words drew snickers from the demons.

In this classroom, how could there be a student who could recognize it so quickly? It was obviously a wild guess.

And the demons around him wouldn't be foolish enough to bet their lives on such a joke.

Professor Mogut simply held the painting with a straight face, not giving the students any chance to discern anything from him.

"Painted by the professor."

Hyberian answered without hesitation.

She believed in Lanchi.

Moreover, the greatest guarantee of her cooperation with Lanchi was absolute execution.

"Oh? Correct."

The professor put down the painting, but looked at Lanchi with surprise.

The classroom didn't prohibit telling other students the answer, because it was essentially a seminar format.

The key was whether the student answering was willing to believe it.

Professor Mogut had never seen a student so decisively certain of the answer, and so trusting of other demons.

However, Lanchi's speed of answering probably meant he was guessing, but his attitude was very decisive.

...

According to the clockwise answering order,

the next should be Lanchi.

Just as Professor Mogut picked up another painting from the trolley,

"Painted by a student."

Lanchi answered confidently as soon as he saw the painting clearly.

"...?"

The other students stared blankly at this Radiance demon.

Even Professor Mogut hesitated, half-holding the painting, before slowly putting it down and nodding.

"Correct."

This surprised several other students in the classroom.

Was he a gambling addict? Or could he really tell?

At this speed, even the professor probably couldn't do it!

"..."

At this moment, Hyberian was also watching Lanchi with great confusion.

Her previous unquestioning belief in Lanchi was a reaction faster than thought.

But now, thinking back carefully, she couldn't figure out what opportunistic tricks Lanchi had used to quickly find the answers!

She, as his teammate, had seen Lanchi's spell library beforehand.

She knew that besides the magic cards Lanchi had used before, he also had an elemental magic and a mental magic; there was absolutely no card that could identify paintings like that!

While Hyberian was racking her brains,

it was the turn of the student to Lanchi's left, a female demon, to answer. She frowned slightly, trying to observe the painting Professor Mogut had taken out again.

With the previous six paintings as reference, identification was naturally a little easier.

But she didn't expect this clockwise sequence to reach her so quickly.

Based on the information so far, she still couldn't identify it through magic power.

"Painted by a student."

Lanchi whispered a reminder beside her.

"?"

The female demon student seemed a little hesitant, not daring to believe Lanchi.

But she thought about it and felt that the painting lacked spirituality the more she looked at it.

She hesitated for almost five full minutes.

Until the moment she had to answer,

she finally replied:

"Painted by a student."

"No problem."

Professor Mogut nodded in agreement, while taking another deep look at Lanchi.

If the first two times could be luck, then this was the third time.

The probability of luck was gradually decreasing.

He had never seen such a student before, one who made him feel a little unfathomable.

It was the fourth respondent's turn.

The demon student sitting in the corner of the classroom stood up, staring at the painting in Professor Mogut's hand, and was completely stumped.

He was proficient in magic power identification, but didn't have much confidence in appreciating paintings.

And he was very unlucky; he hadn't encountered familiar magic power that had appeared on the previous paintings.

The corner demon glanced at Lanchi timidly, wondering if Lanchi would help him.

"Still painted by a student."

Lanchi told him the answer calmly.

After hesitating for a while, the corner demon student gritted his teeth and replied:

"Painted by a student."

"Correct."

Professor Mogut recognized it again.

The corner demon sat down in surprise, nodding at Lanchi with gratitude in his eyes.

Now, after one round,

it was finally the turn of the Eagle-Eye demon on the far right.

That was, the demon on Hyberian's other side, who had used mental magic to control her hand-raising at the beginning.

The Eagle-Eye demon scrutinized the painting in the professor's hand.

He believed that Lanchi would not tell him the answer under any circumstances.

Because he saw that Lanchi had entered the classroom with Hyberian, and the previous mental magic had also dragged Lanchi down to some extent.

However, at this moment, Lanchi, with a kind smile on his face, said to the Eagle-Eye demon:

"This time it's painted by the professor."

"...?"

All the demon students present knew that Lanchi was unlikely to harbor good intentions towards the Eagle-Eye demon.

Then.

This inexplicable act of reporting the answer.

At this moment, it seemed very psychological.

Because it had gradually turned a painting appreciation or magic power identification question into a psychological analysis question!

Whether this sentence was true or false required the Eagle-Eye demon to make a judgment!