This staircase is the only way to all the classrooms on this floor. Shi Xin looked around twice but couldn't find the fake Mingqiao No. 1 who was invigilating among this bunch of real and fake teachers.
But he had just seen a fake Ming Qiao, and the probability of something happening again in such a short time was not high. So the disappearance of the fake Ming Qiao who was invigilating could only mean the end of their exam today. In other words, he finally guessed the correct answer to the multiple-choice question that he had chosen three times.
Thinking of this, Shi Xin's brain, which had been swollen from the exam, finally relaxed a little, and he turned his attention back to the group of fighting students in front of him.
No matter how you look at it, fighting among students is against the rules, and they can't escape the punishment this time. But fighting among students violates the rules that should be part of the student code, and has little to do with the exam rules in the teaching building. The punishment will not be too severe, at least not death.
But if these students hit the invigilator, the situation would change. He had to stop these young people and not let them make such a meaningless sacrifice. Xin had seen the consequences of provoking NPCs. There was no need to prove such a simple rule with life.
Seeing that the students were about to grab the tables, chairs and benches to beat up the invigilators, Shi Xin quickly shouted to the crowd: "Stop them quickly, someone will die!"
"Don't stop me!" The leading boy shouted in a higher voice: "Kill these ghost invigilators and we will be saved. As long as they can die, I am not afraid of death!"
"Since you've already said they're ghosts, how can this common method kill them again?" Shi Xin moved unnoticed among the group of students, waved them away, and whispered, "I have another way."
The leading boy looked at Shi Xin suspiciously and said sternly, "You are a lackey of those ghosts. Are you trying to stop us on purpose?"
The next exam was approaching, and Shi Xin had no time to argue with him. He said sarcastically, "Yes, I wish you would get even angrier. Anyway, the invigilator won't die, but you will."
"Fuck!" The boy's face flushed, and he threw the stool in his hand heavily to the ground, shouting at the fighting group: "What bad luck! Let's go, we won't bother with this idiot today."
Although the remaining few also joined in cursing, they probably faced the reality and did not want to sacrifice their innocent lives, so they returned to the classroom half-heartedly.
There were only the fighting group of people gathered in the corridor. After the troublemakers dispersed, the corridor became quiet. Shi Xin was left alone, standing in the corridor facing all the invigilators who were blocked there.
"Go back and prepare for the exam." As soon as one of the teachers finished saying this, the bell for the exam rang.
Shi Xin silently stepped aside to make way, signaling the invigilator to go first.
When a short female teacher passed by Shi Xin, he grabbed the teacher's arm.
The name tag hanging on the female teacher's chest clearly read "Wang Ru".
Wang Ru staggered as he pulled her, but because she was walking at the back, her unusual movement did not attract the attention of others in front. She almost screamed, but Shi Xin covered her mouth in time.
"I know you're a 'real' teacher, I want to ask you a question, have you ever met Mr. Mingqiao Ming?"
"Mr. Ming, the history teacher?" Wang Ru briefly recalled: "When the last exam was over, he went to the conference room to deliver the test papers."
Shi Xin shook his head: "That's fake. I want to ask you if you have seen the real Mingqiao."
"His work badge has not been changed. I can't judge it based on this." Wang Ru said: "If you must say that he is different from others, he sometimes goes out of the teaching building. He went out again at noon today. The next time I saw him was during the last exam. Teacher Ming took the deputy invigilator to get new papers and answer sheets."
Shi Xin's eyebrows jumped. Regardless of whether Ming Qiao was real or fake, why was he able to leave the teaching building?
Wang Ru seemed to understand his confusion and said, "I heard that the teacher has a good relationship with the new principal. She goes out every day just to do things for others in the school. I don't know anything else." The exam had already started for a while, and Zhang Ru was anxious to go back to invigilate. Shi Xin thanked her and didn't stop her.
He went downstairs again and tried to go out through the door he came in through, but just like in the past, there was an invisible wall blocking the way.
Ming Qiao must have obtained some special authority to be able to leave without hindrance. If they had such authority in the previous copy, it might not be so difficult to pass the level.
Unfortunately, there is no such assumption.
Shi Xin took a deep breath and slowly calmed down. What Mingqiao wanted to do was beyond his understanding. He couldn't help much. The only thing he could do was to get out of the copy of the teaching building.
Shi Xin returned to Class 12's classroom.
The students had completely lost their previous indifference and came all over to meet him, surrounding Shi Xin. They chattered non-stop, and Shi Xin could only ask them to be quiet and line up to speak one by one.
"Did you get full marks on the test, so the invigilator didn't come?"
"Yes." Shi Xin nodded.
"How did you persuade those people who were fighting? I saw that you only said a few words and then sent them all away."
"I said you will die if you continue fighting." Shi Xin told the truth.
"Have you found a way to escape?"
Shi Xin was stunned when he heard this question. He pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I'm not 100% sure, but there are two ideas. One is to complete all the exams and let this selection exam achieve its purpose. When it's over, I should be able to escape. The other is to eliminate the necessary factors for the exam, such as eliminating all students, eliminating all invigilators, eliminating test papers, or destroying the entire school."
"It sounds like the first method is more reliable and practical."
"The second one is so cruel. The first one is better in comparison."
"But the longer the time, the more variables there are. No one can guarantee that they will survive until the end of the exam." Shi Xin broke the students' naive fantasy: "The exam rules are a rope tied around the necks of all students."
"But we don't know the rules, just like a landmine. If you don't step on it, you don't know where it will explode." A student took out his student handbook and said, "Although there are rules in it, they don't apply to exams. The rules in the exam are fatal, but the rules in the student handbook don't apply."
"Do you believe me?" Shi Xin asked.
About half of the students nodded. In their eyes, it was hard not to believe that such a top student suddenly appeared in the class and he was a hero who came to save the world. Since he was a hero and the protagonist, it would not be wrong to believe in him.
"Those students who died are not dead," said Shi Xin.
"Impossible, the head is all gone."
Shi Xin thought of a relatively appropriate analogy: "Suppose we are now in a large multiplayer game, and the dead people are eliminated by the system for various reasons. They can be delisted and their accounts can be deleted, but in reality they will not die."
"Even if he didn't die, being forced to delete his account and go offline is pretty miserable."
…
A deep voice came out of the crowd without being abrupt, but it attracted everyone's attention: "I know what you want to say. You want to tell us that we don't need to be afraid of death. We can boldly test the bottom line of the rules. Every rule we test will become a life-saving talisman for other students, allowing more people to survive to the end."
Shi Xin looked at the student who said this.
This girl was very short and had dark skin. She would be impossible to tell apart if thrown into a crowd of people. But her eyes were empty. If Shi Xin didn't know that all the students were real, he would have suspected that this girl was an NPC.
"I do think so." Shi Xin looked at her and said.
"Can I try it?" the girl asked.
Shi Xin pursed his lips and looked at her seriously: "Why?"
A stylishly dressed girl took over the topic and deliberately dragged out the ending tone, saying: "Depression~I didn't want to live for a long time. Now I can be a hero who saves people. It's so remarkable, so awesome."
Shi Xin frowned. He had done a social practice while in school and had accidentally learned about the group of people with depression. Although he knew that some people in society had opinions about this group, he did not expect to hear a "little gangster" say such obviously malicious words in this classroom: "I didn't ask you."
"Tsk." The little girl rolled her eyes.
"You say." Shi Xin looked at the "depressed" girl.
She looked unhappy, lowered her head, and her voice began to tremble: "It's just what she said just now."
Shi Xin was helplessly silent. During his time as an intern reporter, he was most afraid of encountering this kind of situation: he clearly had a problem and wanted to speak up, but he didn't dare to.
Someone in the class tried to smooth things over and avoid the topic: "I still don't quite believe it. Dead is dead. I believe what I see with my own eyes."
Shi Xin nodded and said, "So in the next one or two days, I will verify the feasibility of this 'sacrifice'. If the benefits outweigh the disadvantages..." He turned to the girl and said, "I am willing to let you give it a try."
The little girl snorted again with disdain: "Why don't you try it yourself?"
Shi Xin glanced at her coldly and laughed, "I can die, but after I die, can you get full marks to ensure that your class can get through these few days safely?"
“Why should I…”
"Because you don't have the ability at all." Shi Xin's moral standards were not as high as Ming Qiao's. If someone said something to him, he would definitely retort: "If you don't have the ability, shut up. I can beat anyone regardless of gender."
After all, the little girl was only a first-grade student, and she would not dare to act too rashly when facing a tall and strong adult like Shi Xin.
Shi Xin found the paper he had taken from the old lady in the hallway that morning in his desk drawer. On it was written the iron rule that prohibited talking during the exam.
He wrote down a few more known rules, and finally borrowed some scotch tape and stuck the paper to the corridor outside.
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