I Transmigrated, So Why Am I Still Competing for Academic Credentials?

“Young Master has just turned twelve this year. Once you account for the journey to the royal capital, I have only two and a half months left to teach you!”

Mr. Shen’s voice grew sterner. “Even if you get into the Royal Academy, your ranking and class placement will directly affect your future studies, career, and even your whole life!”

“It is no exaggeration to say this exam will determine your fate! Yet I can’t see the slightest sense of urgency in you. Have you even been listening?”

This was nothing like the otherworldly transmigration he had imagined...

What the heck!

Wasn’t he supposed to soar through the skies on a sword, conjure a giant fireball with his bare hands, and summon thunder with a snap?

Is this a world of immortal cultivation?

So why do I have to compete over academic credentials?!

Su Jingyuan screamed inwardly.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.