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

The slender silver lamps hanging on the walls emitted a warm glow, falling on the neatly framed paintings and illuminating the classroom lined with long wooden benches.

A faint scent of paint and canvas permeated the air.

Senior Art Professor Mogutte, dressed in a black vintage suit with a red silk bow tie that shimmered slightly on his chest, appeared even more dignified and serious under the soft lighting. He held a painting in his hand, a work with considerable depth and mystery, waiting to see if any student would volunteer to answer.

The classroom was quiet and filled with pressure.

If no one volunteered, Professor Mogutte would randomly select a student to start the first round of questions.

However.

At that moment.

A hand unexpectedly rose.

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

Huberrian was stiffly raising her right hand, her amber eyes wide open, seemingly unable to believe her own action.

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

Soon, she seemed to realize something.

She turned her head to the side and saw an eagle-eyed demon sitting to her right. His pupils were focused on her, the bright glow of his eyes particularly striking in the small classroom environment.

Clearly, this eagle-eyed demon was the source of her sudden hand-raising, using mental magic on her!

If Huberrian started.

Then moving clockwise.

The eagle-eyed demon would be the fifth to answer in the first round.

He would have the most ample time for analysis.

"Then let's start with you," Professor Mogutte said, obviously aware of what had happened.

But the classroom rules were such that using one's strengths and strategies was allowed.

Huberrian's face immediately turned somewhat sour.

She had no means to counter or defend against this close-range mental magic, and if she started answering, Lanqi, sitting to her left, would become the second student to answer.

She looked at Lanqi guiltily, feeling she had let him down.

At the same time, Huberrian's gaze turned to Professor Mogutte, and she indeed couldn't tell the quality of the painting in the professor's hand.

"..."

Was guessing the only option?

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

Just as Huberrian's mood plummeted as if falling into an ice cave.

"This is painted by a professor," Lanqi said quietly beside her.

His words immediately drew sneers from the demons.

How could there be a student in this classroom who could identify so quickly? It was clearly a wild guess.

And the demon beside him, no matter how foolish, wouldn't bet their life on such a joke.

Professor Mogutte just held the painting expressionlessly, not giving the students any chance to read anything from him.

"Painted by a professor," Huberrian answered without hesitation.

She trusted Lanqi.

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And the greatest assurance in their cooperation was absolute execution.

"Oh? Correct," the professor put down the painting, but looked at Lanqi with surprise.

There was no rule against telling answers to other students in this classroom, as it was in the form of a seminar.

The key was whether the answering student was willing to trust.

Professor Mogutte had never seen a student so decisively determine an answer, nor one who would so firmly believe another demon.

However, Lanqi's response speed was more likely to be a guess, just with a very decisive attitude.

...

Following the clockwise answering order.

The next should be Lanqi.

Just as Professor Mogutte picked up another painting from the cart.

"Student's painting," Lanqi answered confidently as soon as he saw the painting.

"...?"

The other students all stared blankly at this radiant demon.

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

"Correct."

This surprised the other students in the classroom.

Was it luck? Or could he really tell?

At such speed, even the professor might not be able to do it!

"..."

At this moment, Huberrian also gazed at Lanqi in utter confusion.

Her unhesitating trust in Lanqi earlier had been a reaction quicker than thought.

But now, thinking carefully, she couldn't figure out what trick Lanqi had used to find the answer so quickly!

She had seen Lanqi's spell library as his teammate.

She knew that besides the magic cards he had used before, he only had elemental magic and mental magic, and definitely no card that could distinguish paintings like this!

While Huberrian was puzzling over this.

It was the turn of the student to Lanqi's left, a female demon. She frowned slightly, trying hard to observe the painting Professor Mogutte had taken out.

With the reference of the previous six paintings, the identification naturally became a bit easier.

But she hadn't expected that starting clockwise like this, it would come to her so quickly.

Based on the information so far, it was still impossible to identify through magical power.

"Student's painting," Lanqi reminded her quietly.

"?"

The female demon student seemed a bit hesitant, not daring to believe Lanqi.

But the more she looked, the more she felt the painting lacked spirit.

She hesitated for nearly five full minutes.

Until the moment she had to answer.

She finally replied:

"Student's painting."

"Correct," Professor Mogutte nodded in approval, while once again giving Lanqi a deep look.

If the first two times could have been luck, this was now the third time.

The probability of it being luck was gradually decreasing.

He had never seen such a student before, making him feel a bit unfathomable.

It was the fourth answerer's turn.

The demon student sitting in the corner of the classroom stood up, staring at the painting in Professor Mogutte's hand, directly admitting he didn't know.

He was proficient in magical power identification, but not very confident in painting appreciation.

And his luck was not good, not encountering any familiar magical power that had appeared in previous paintings.

The corner demon looked at Lanqi somewhat timidly, wondering if Lanqi would help him.

"Still a student's painting," Lanqi calmly told him the answer.

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

"Student's painting."

"Correct," Professor Mogutte approved again.

The corner demon sat down with delight, nodding gratefully at Lanqi.

Now, a full circle had passed.

It was finally the turn of the eagle-eyed demon on the far right.

That is, on Huberrian's other side, the demon who had initially used mental magic to control her hand-raising.

The eagle-eyed demon examined the painting in the professor's hand.

He believed that Lanqi would uniquely not tell him the answer.

Because he had seen Lanqi enter the classroom with Huberrian, and the earlier mental magic had also to some extent harmed Lanqi.

However, at this moment, Lanqi, with a kind smile on his face, said to the eagle-eyed demon:

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

"...?"

All the demon students present knew that Lanqi was unlikely to bear goodwill towards the eagle-eyed demon.

So.

This seemingly meaningless act of giving an answer.

Now appeared very mind-gaming.

Because it had gradually turned a question of art appreciation or magical power identification into a question of psychological analysis!

Whether this statement was true or false, it was up to the eagle-eyed demon to make a judgment!