Chapter 99 Reasonable
"Even if Class B loses to Class A, they still have the option of being demoted. Why is Class D jumping into all this fun?"
"I don't know, I don't understand, I can't see it."
"What's the point of competing with Class C in advance? If Class D loses, the whole class will be eliminated..."
Zhang Xingzhi paused while doing the test, and the pen was lightly placed on the table. He relaxed a little and looked out the window.
The teaching building over there has been closed, and the students from English Class D and Science Class C are all inside.
…
This was the worst situation Li Ziyue had ever encountered. His face, which was not rosy to begin with, now turned as pale as paper.
I fell into the trap again.
His palms were wet with sweat, and he said in a cold voice: "You got a clock prop just to target me?"
Zhang Feiye had a mocking smile on his face: "We still have a lot of time, so I'll chat with you."
The Chinese language test, which was originally scheduled to last 2.5 hours, was extended to 4 hours by Zhang Feiye. Although Li Ziyue had previously freed himself from the constraints of his own subject, that was just breaking the shackles, and it did not mean that he could become a Chinese language genius in an instant.
Chinese language is something that is accumulated over time. Giving him a week might be enough to change his fate, but the time is too short, less than 48 hours at this point.
"How about changing the way we fight?" Li Ziyue stared at Zhang Feiye, "I will fight you alone, and our victory or loss will determine the victory or loss of this duel."
"What do you mean?"
"You and I will go to the examination room. We will compete for two hours. Whoever has the higher total score in Chinese after two hours will win."
Zhang Feiye did not answer for the time being.
Every duel will result in loss of points. Li Ziyue's class has the worst English, but its Chinese is not much lower than Class C. Both sides attacked to the end. Even if Class C won, the overall Chinese score of Class C would be greatly reduced. If other classes applied for a duel at this moment, Class C would most likely find it difficult to cope.
At first glance, Li Ziyue's proposal would minimize the losses for both parties, and Li Ziyue himself was very poor at Chinese, so it was a foregone conclusion that Zhang Feiye would win over him.
But precisely because of this, Zhang Feiye was hesitant.
Something is wrong.
The ultimate goal of the game is to maximize the benefits that can be obtained. The above analysis seems to make sense, but in fact it is entirely beneficial to Class C. If Class D is eliminated in this matchup, it does not matter whether Class D loses points or not.
It is impossible that Li Ziyue is so kind. He must have a trump card. We cannot agree to this.
Zhang Feiye only said: "Anyone with a discerning eye knows that your proposal is not normal..."
"Don't you dare?" Li Ziyue interrupted him.
Provocation method.
Zhang Feiye laughed and said, "Do you think I'm an inexperienced newbie? Can I be provoked by you like this?"
"You guys are trying so hard to target me," Li Ziyue curved his lips and raised his eyebrows, "I followed your wishes, but you disagree now?"
He added: "There are no viewers in Zhang Lian's live broadcast room in Class A, right? How well do you know Zhang Lian? He is indeed restricted by the system, but is it true that he can't play any role at all?"
"Do you really think that the person who gave you the information from Class A told you everything? In the duel between our players, no matter which side wins, Class A will get the benefits."
"Do you think you haven't been led astray by the people in Class A?"
Under the layers of questioning and pressure, Zhang Feiye's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.
"I won't believe you. You are just saying these words to make me agree to your proposal. There must be something fishy going on here."
Be it Zhang Lian or Class A, it is not ruled out that Li Ziyue is telling the truth, but it is also not ruled out that he is just trying to be brave and playing the empty city trick.
"What am I lying about?" Li Ziyue spread his hands. "Everyone knows that I am bad at Chinese. You can check it out."
"You wouldn't resort to such a desperate measure if you didn't have a chance of winning."
Li Ziyue laughed: "What bad plan? This is the best plan for me. Since I have the courage to challenge you in a 1v1, I will naturally find a way to beat you."
So revealing.
Zhang Feiye really couldn't figure out what the man in front of him was planning.
At this time, there are two options before Zhang Feiye. One is to agree to Li Ziyue's proposal, and the other is to follow the normal class duel rules.
The former would benefit Class C the most and have a higher chance of winning, but Zhang Feiye is unwilling to agree to it for the time being.
Before leaving, the lawyer repeatedly reminded him that Li Ziyue would most likely ask him for negotiations at the beginning, and he should not agree even if the results of the negotiations might be beneficial to Class C.
Li Ziyue would not be so stupid as to put himself in a clear disadvantage. If we agree with Li Ziyue, Class C would probably be in real trouble.
It is better not to be greedy for this advantage. It is most convenient to fight according to the system rules.
"I don't agree to a duel." Zhang Feiye said calmly.
Li Ziyue shrugged helplessly: "You will regret it, because this road is also a dead end for you."
Zhang Feiye snorted coldly: "It's just bluffing."
[Preliminary negotiations between the two parties have been completed, and the player's space position is now adjusted]
After the duel officially starts, players will be randomly dispersed to different locations throughout the teaching building, and only people in the same class can see each other's coordinates.
Players need to find players from the opposing class before they can compete for points.
The copy is set up through a mechanism similar to "hide and seek", reserving time for players who want to score exams during the duel.
Li Ziyue checked the locations of his classmates and thought about it carefully.
Fortunately, the first subject is Chinese.
Chinese is a subject where "it's not easy to get a high score, but it's also difficult to get a low score". The overall score difference is not too big, and there are more people in Class D than in Class C, so a lot of time can be delayed.
He found Zhang Lian first.
"Help me delay it for an hour and a half," Li Ziyue panted slightly, "Only an hour and a half will do. Wait for me to come back."
Before Zhang Lian could reply, the classmate next to him couldn't hold back his anxiety and finally exploded, speaking in a sarcastic tone to Li Ziyue.
"What's the point of giving you time? I checked and you only got 67 points on the Chinese test at the beginning of the semester!"
Li Ziyue frowned slightly in annoyance: "If you want to live, shut up. If you don't want to live, tell me your name. I won't save you later."
"Do I need to wait for you to save me?" The man seemed to have heard some big joke. "I am 30 points higher than you in Chinese. Do you need me to come here and show off my power?"
"Why didn't you discuss your proposal with your classmates? No one said that life and death depended on you!"
As Li Zi's rage grew, he looked at the man with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.
The man was frightened by Li Ziyue's cold face and immediately stammered: "It's...it's you...Alas! What bad luck..."
Before he could finish his words, someone hit him on the back of his neck with great skill. He instantly lost consciousness, his eyes went dark and he fainted for a short time.
Zhang Lian turned his back to Li Ziyue.
"You go ahead." His voice was a little unclear, "I'll stay here."
Li Ziyue didn't move for the time being. He looked at Zhang Lian's back, a little dazed.
Could it be that Zhang Lian...
Li Ziyue shook his head to clear his mind. There was no time for him to think about these things at the moment, so he rushed to the examination area without hesitation.
…
"I'm worried," Sun Yuancheng poked at the rice absentmindedly, "Brother... this battle is so dangerous, the chances of winning... are almost zero!"
Zhang Xingzhi was holding a paper cup of hot water in his hand, waiting for it to cool down.
"We will win." He replied nonchalantly, "Class D vs. Class C, we will definitely win."
"Ah?" Sun Yuancheng was puzzled. "How do you know? Zhang Xingzhi, are you a part-time charlatan?"
"Don't give me that," Zhang Xingzhi yawned, "Don't you know that?"
Sun Yuancheng picked up a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks and muttered, "I don't know, I don't know. The most important thing is to concentrate on eating."
Zhang Xingzhi stared quietly at the layers of milky white mist rising from the rim of the cup. As time passed, the water temperature gradually dropped and the mist became so thin that it was invisible.
【bite--】
The blockade of the teaching building over there was lifted and the confrontation between the two sides ended.
The water was still warm, he lowered his brows and drank the water in the cup.
"Fuck!" Someone was running outside the classroom. "This world is really crazy!"
"What's going on?" Sun Yuancheng loved to watch the fun, so he rushed out immediately.
"Class D made a comeback and beat Class C! Oh my god... you know..."
The man was so excited that his face turned red, and he even began to stutter: "Do you know that...that...that...the student in Class D who is terrible at Chinese...how many points did he get in Chinese in an hour and a half?!"
"It's incredible! I've never seen such a high Chinese score in my life. I'm really impressed. He must have cheated!"
"That's nonsense. Do you think the camera with no blind spots is blind? I guess the poor grades before were just an act. They were just waiting for today to play the pig and eat the tiger. What do you know?"
"Oh no," Sun Yuancheng held a piece of candy in his mouth and spoke unclearly, "I saw my brother do the test with my own eyes, and his Chinese... was really bad. People can't pretend to be that bad."
"Damn it," the man said unconvincedly, "Then why do you think he is so rebellious?"
"Is there a possibility? I'm just suggesting a possibility," Sun Yuancheng said mysteriously, "that is, he might..."
Sun Yuancheng was stuck in the middle of his words, as if he was suddenly awakened by a blow: "It's over! I forgot that I had to recite "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" later! Luoxia and Gugugu..."
"..." The people around looked at each other in bewilderment, "Is this guy crazy?"
…
Ten minutes ago.
There were only a few red lights flashing on the system map. Under the effect of the [score reduction mechanism], the Chinese scores of most people in Class D had been cleared to zero by the students in Class C through various small knowledge points.
There are currently 7 people left in Class C, but there are only 3 people from Class D waiting to fight.
Although Zhang Lian retained his Chinese language score from the opening exam, it has now been depleted to the point where he is no longer at an advantage.
There are still two minutes left before the one and a half hours that Li Ziyue mentioned.
"We're really done for now." The man who had mocked Li Ziyue before was knocked unconscious by Zhang Lian at the beginning and hidden under the podium. He just woke up now, but his Chinese score was only 97. Any two people from Class C could clear his score to zero.
Zhang Feiye squatted down and grabbed his hair.
"Where is the person?" He swung the rope on the top of the small clock with his other hand, "Where is Li Ziyue?"
Zhang Lian's attention was not on anyone. He just stared blankly at the corner, as if this tense scene had nothing to do with him.
Zhang Feiye didn't wait for them to catch their breath. Although he didn't think Li Ziyue could get a good score, he had to be cautious. A delay of even a minute could lead to something unexpected.
His eyes moved slightly, and the people in Class C behind him understood what he meant. Under the siege of several people, 97 only lasted less than a minute before being warned by the system.
[Your score in one subject has been reset to zero. You will now be sent to the zero-score examination room. Please wait patiently for a kind classmate to rescue you.]
The man let out a weak "Ah!" and before he could say a few more words of curse, the person had disappeared.
He wanted to attack again, but was stopped by Zhang Lian.
Zhang Feiye looked at him coldly: "Zhang Lian, I have always looked down on you for pretending to be aloof and indifferent to other people's affairs."
"So?" Zhang Lian reluctantly gave him some attention, "Do you want to fight me?"
Zhang Feiye swallowed his words, but his face turned red.
He was beaten by Zhang Lian when he was a child and was scared. For a while, he found it difficult to overcome this psychological shadow and was a little hesitant.
The only one left could only hide behind Zhang Lian.
"What...what should I do?" The total Chinese score of Class C is currently 467, and he and Zhang Lian's combined score is less than 200, which is completely a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Zhang Lian thought about the time: "Half a minute left."
The man was anxious: "Oh, half a minute, half a minute... Even if Li Ziyue comes, he can't turn the tables! The Chinese test must be 90 to be counted as a valid score! This can't skip steps, and it will take two hours to finish a Chinese test paper even if you work fast!"
"You don't need to finish it. This is just a copy with a unique way to earn points." Zhang Lian said calmly.
"I..." The man was about to collapse, "Is this what I'm worried about!?"
Zhang Feiye no longer hesitated, his mouth moved slightly, and he heard hurried footsteps from the other side -
It's over.
Such a thought came to his mind for no reason.
A little light came on in front of the classroom, and Li Ziyue bent over and coughed, leaning against the wall.
Zhang Feiye's hair stood on end. He asked people to be on guard against Zhang Lian and set his target on Li Ziyue: "I apply..."
"Accept..." Before he could finish his words, Li Ziyue interrupted him with a gasp, "Accept the challenge."
[Duel application received, scores of both sides presented]
As soon as the system finished speaking, a line of numbers appeared on Li Ziyue's palm, and the numbers quickly increased from 67 -
【100】
【200】
【403】
…
Finally it stopped at [739].
The classroom was so quiet that even breathing could not be heard.
There were still some water stains on Li Ziyue's forehead. He raised his head slightly, his peach blossom eyes curved into crescents, and the corner of his mouth turned up, revealing a small dimple on one side.
He looked at Zhang Feiye and said with a half-smile: "Didn't I tell you that no matter which side you choose, you will lose."
"I dare to answer you. I naturally have my own way."
"Don't underestimate me, my friend."
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