Using other people's pain to achieve one's own success is hundreds of times more cruel than flattering the principal.
"There are six chief invigilators in the high school, all of whom were appointed after the exam papers were issued." Zhang Tao counted on his fingers: "Three Chinese teachers, two math teachers, and one biology teacher. Of course, there are even more in junior high schools. I have heard of more than a dozen of them in the past two days."
Ming Qiao thought of something: "If the criterion for making the test paper is just to eliminate half of the candidates, then we can take advantage of this loophole to cheat. For example, we can directly split the questions in the supplementary textbooks into a set of test papers. We only need to grasp the ratio of difficult questions to simple questions, and we can easily screen out half of the group of "academic masters" with excellent grades. No wonder so many people become chief invigilators by using this method."
"Yes, there is no distinction between subjects when setting the test papers. It doesn't matter if you are an English teacher or a math teacher. If your Chinese test paper can eliminate half of the candidates, you will be the chief invigilator." Zhang Tao curled his lips: "So those outrageous questions you thought before, such as the composition in the Chinese test paper, were just made by those teachers to get the job done. What puzzles me is that the question does correspond to the experiment that is inseparable from this exam, and it appeared on the test paper like a leaked question."
"Is there anyone who stands on the same side as us?" Ming Qiao asked.
"Not likely." Zhang Tao's tone was not without disappointment. "I said before that those who firmly stand on the side of the principal and others are awake. Only when they are awake can they make the test papers. They can't help us. As for those of us who are half asleep and half awake... there are not many of them. As far as I know, I am the only chief invigilator, and I got the position by flattering others. So no one in our group can make the test papers, let alone help us."
Excluding the possibility of colleagues, this feeling of being secretly helped made Mingqiao think of the opposite of "it". From the beginning in the office, this person has been against "it" all the way, adding some rules and giving them clues. Until now, this person is still there. And it is definitely not Sun Guiping or the old principal.
Mingqiao is not an impatient person, but he now urgently wants to know who this person is, why he doesn't appear in front of them directly, and how he did all this.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Tao raised his hand and waved it in front of Ming Qiao's face: "Do you really want to be the invigilator? Now there are two ways, you can choose."
"I'll choose one." Ming Qiao took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to find Sun Guiping now."
Zhang Tao clenched his fist and gently hit Mingqiao on the shoulder twice: "Say more nice things, I wish you good luck, brother."
Ming Qiao really wanted to be the chief invigilator. The chief invigilator had great power and it was convenient for him to do things. If he wanted to protect Shi Xin who was about to take the exam, he had to take the power of life and death into his own hands.
The third day's exams were all over. Mingqiao guessed that Sun Guiping should be in the principal's office now, so he pretended to be an NPC in advance, and Daimu pretended to be stupid and sneaked all the way up to the seventh floor.
The principal's office is at the innermost side of the corridor. The light is on. It is the only place with light on on the seventh floor. To get there, one has to pass by various multimedia and music and dance classrooms.
There are usually not many people on this floor, and the Yang energy is thin. Once it gets dark, the atmosphere of horror increases dramatically.
In addition, Mingqiao has heard various rumors from students these days, whether intentionally or unintentionally, about "students committing suicide and becoming evil spirits" and "schools are originally cemeteries." Although he firmly does not believe these, he still feels a chill down his spine when he passes by here.
Mingqiao kept comforting himself, and his heartbeat finally calmed down. He walked towards the innermost part as calmly and slowly as possible, but his steps were getting faster and faster.
Until he passed by a dance studio, something passed by the window against the wall, and a shadow flickered. Mingqiao's eyes went dark, and his breathing almost stopped. He could no longer hold back and ran to the innermost office. Even if Sun Guiping suddenly appeared in front of him now, it was better than facing a demon or something like that.
But when he finally reached the office door, Mingqiao leaned sideways and bumped into it, only to find that the office door was locked.
Mingqiao really didn't expect that the office lights were on, but Sun Guiping and the principal were not there.
Where can these two go?
At this moment, Mingqiao turned his head away and dared not look at the corridor again. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and climbed in through the window.
Only the lights were on in the office, and the crackling sound of electricity passing through the bulbs was particularly obvious in the quiet environment.
Mingqiao looked around and finally fixed his eyes on the two computers in the middle.
Since Sun Guiping and the old principal were not here, there was no place for him to flatter. Since he was here, it would be a waste of his trip if he didn't do something.
So Mingqiao walked to Sun Guiping's computer and pressed the power button.
This computer was similar to the one in the school computer room, both were old models from a few years ago, and it started up very slowly, with a blue screen for a while. Mingqiao pulled out a chair and sat on it, waiting patiently.
Two minutes later, the loading animation finally ended and jumped to the lock screen interface.
The above prompt gives you five chances to enter your password.
What could Sun Guiping’s password be?
When Mingqiao was a graduate student, Sun Guiping was Mingqiao's mentor and they had a close relationship. In addition to helping Mingqiao with his studies, Sun Guiping would occasionally ask Mingqiao to help with some work. Inevitably, Mingqiao knew a lot of Sun Guiping's secrets.
For example, his birthday, his wife's birthday, his daughter's birthday, the anniversary of his joining the university, etc., or a random combination of these numbers. But his password also has a pattern, generally changing with the nature of his work. Except for the fixed birthday date, the others are very random.
Sometimes classmates in the same group would laugh at Sun Guiping, wondering if he could remember so many passwords.
At this time, Sun Guiping would take out his little notebook and say to the students with a smile: "I have written it all down."
The notebook must be with him, and Mingqiao can't get it easily, so he can only guess.
Fortunately, he had a good memory. Even after so long, he still remembered Sun Guiping's messy numbers clearly.
Mingqiao first entered Sun Guiping’s birthday.
Wrong password, four chances left.
Mingqiao thought about it carefully and filled in the combination of Sun Guiping and his wife’s birthday.
The password is still wrong. There are three chances left.
Excluding these commonly used passwords, the only possibility is that it is related to this school.
Mingqiao's fingertips pressed on the keyboard again and typed in Sun Guiping, which was the day when the new principal of the school took office.
Wrong password. You have two chances left.
Mingqiao's lips were tightly pursed.
Based on his understanding of Sun Guiping, he would definitely not set a difficult password. Sun Guiping was a person who was afraid of trouble. If he was asked to add various letters and symbols to his password, he would find it troublesome to enter.
So his password must be a string of pure numbers.
Mingqiao recalled various numbers that had appeared in his memory.
Time, school, education... Mingqiao strung a large number of words into a line, and carefully went through them from beginning to end.
This was Sun Guiping’s first time interacting with this school. Was he recommending himself to teach here?
No, definitely not.
Going back further - was it the day when he became friends with the old principal?
It should be unlikely that Sun Guiping would not deliberately remember such dates that are related to other people and have private nature.
Mingqiao hesitated a little, but still entered a string of numbers.
This time there was no prompt that the password was incorrect. After pressing the Enter key, he jumped directly to the computer desktop.
The code was the date his paper on education was published.
In the library, Mingqiao found those pages of the thesis. Although from his perspective at the time, they were just a few A4-sized Lego bricks, Shi Xin, who was outside, read all the important information on them to him, including the date when the thesis was completed and officially published.
In Sun Guiping's view, the end of a paper must be publication, not completion, so between the two time numbers, Mingqiao chose the date of publication.
The computer's wallpaper is still the most original Windows one - a background picture of blue sky and grass.
The desktop is just like Sun Guiping's style, simple and clean. Apart from the "My Computer" and other apps that come with the system, there is only a book-style icon.
Mingqiao controlled the mouse and clicked twice on the strange icon.
No response.
He thought of several possible ways to open this thing, but all failed.
Mingqiao glanced at the time in the lower right corner.
June 4th, 20:13.
It was around eight o'clock in the evening on his third day in the teaching building.
Mingqiao leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms and observed the computer.
First, he ruled out any possibility of fingerprint unlocking or facial unlocking. Everything, including the mouse, keyboard, and even the chair he was sitting on, were common devices without any high-tech. Second, he had checked multiple places where things might be stored, including "My Computer", "Recycle Bin", "IE Browser", and found nothing. There was no other information available in the start button in the lower left corner.
Mingqiao couldn't find any clues, so he just stared at the time display. He had originally thought that he would wait for Sun Guiping to come back, and then catch up with him to flatter him and see if he could get the position of chief invigilator, but just by staring at it, Mingqiao found something wrong.
The computer time remained at 20:13 on June 4th. Even if Mingqiao continued to stare at it, the time did not move.
He moved the mouse to the time display bar, and a small beige box popped up automatically.
[Correct the time? ]
【whether】
Mingqiao has been using computers for many years, but he has never seen such an option on a computer. He pressed the left button of the mouse and selected the no option.
Immediately afterwards, another new off-white box popped up and expanded to the center of the screen.
【Please select the time to change. 】
Below is a whole calendar.
Mingqiao was shocked, and he carefully chose the same time of the previous day, which was June 3, 20:13.
Just after he pressed the Enter key, Mingqiao returned to his office.
The familiar second division and the familiar busy teachers.
Zhang Tao was still squatting at his feet, holding his head and repenting that he had unconsciously killed several students today.
Mingqiao took a deep breath.
He came back, back to the day before today, he went back to the past.
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