"What did you say?!" Mou Xuan stood up suddenly and dropped the cup of nutrient solution in his hand to the ground with a crisp sound. The light yellow liquid splashed on the smooth floor like a deformed flower blooming.
The guard's few words were like a bomb, instantly detonating the originally cheerful atmosphere.
The noise stopped abruptly, everyone's eyes were focused on Mou Xuan, and there was a hint of uneasiness in the air.
He suppressed the emotions surging in his heart, took a deep breath, and tried to keep himself calm.
The joy just now burst like a bubble, and was replaced by an unprecedented sense of urgency.
As soon as the energy crisis is resolved, new problems emerge. It feels like playing whack-a-mole, never knowing where the next mole will pop up.
"Yaoyao, notify the organizers of the Li competition and the judges of the class competition to come to the conference room for a meeting immediately!" Mou Xuan's voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.
Chen Yao also felt the seriousness of the situation and took action immediately.
In the conference room, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out.
The organizer of the Li competition, a petite but energetic woman, was talking about her ideas nonstop: "I think that our survival skills competition must be held in a lively and colorful way! We can set up various interesting links, such as wilderness survival, teamwork, resource competition, etc., and we can also..."
"Organizer Li," the judge of the class competition, a meticulous middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, pushed his glasses and interrupted her, "I think the rules of the competition should be formulated according to traditional judging standards and cannot be changed at will. What we need to examine is the basic survival skills of the members, not..."
"Class judge, I understand what you said," the organizer of the Li competition was a little unconvinced, "but the times are advancing, and our rules should also keep pace with the times! The traditional rules are too rigid and can't be..."
"Rigid? You..." The class competition judge's face flushed red, and he was about to refute but was interrupted by Mou Xuan.
"Alright," Mou Xuan rubbed his brows, feeling overwhelmed, "Both of you calm down for a moment. I know everyone is doing this for the good of the alliance, but the most important thing right now is to formulate a set of reasonable rules as soon as possible."
He looked around the conference room and his eyes fell on several members of the competition. "You can also tell me your opinions. After all, the rules are made for you."
A burly member of the competition scratched his head and said, "Boss, I think the rules should be closer to the actual apocalyptic survival scenario. For example, we should consider how to survive in the case of scarce resources and how to deal with various emergencies..."
Another young contestant echoed: "Yes! We can't just focus on theoretical knowledge, we must also focus on practical ability!"
Listening to everyone's opinions, Mou Xuan fell into deep thought.
The enthusiasm of the organizer of the Li competition is worthy of recognition, but her ideas do lack systematicity; the persistence of the judges of the Ban competition also makes sense, but the traditional rules may not be able to fully examine the survival skills of the members; the opinions of the Zhuo contestants are closer to reality, but also lack operability.
He felt like a chef with a variety of ingredients in his hands but didn't know how to combine them to make delicious dishes.
"Xuan," Chen Yao, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly spoke up, "I have an idea that may solve this problem."
Mou Xuan raised his head with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
He knew Chen Yao's intelligence and perhaps she could find a balance.
"We can divide the rules into two parts: basic skills and innovative skills," Chen Yao said slowly. "For the basic skills part, we can follow the traditional judging criteria and examine the basic survival skills of the members. For the innovative skills part, we can encourage members to be creative and come up with new survival strategies and methods."
Mou Xuan's eyes lit up. This suggestion was indeed good!
It can not only ensure fairness, but also encourage members to innovate and take into account the needs of all parties.
"Yaoyao, your suggestion is very good!" He couldn't help but exclaimed, "I think it's possible..."
At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a guard ran in in a panic and whispered something in Mou Xuan's ear.
Mou Xuan's face turned pale instantly, "What did you say?!..."
Mou Xuan pinched the bridge of his nose and felt a buzzing in his head, as if a group of bees were having a concert.
This discussion about the rules of the survival competition is more difficult than expected.
The organizer of the Li competition was like an orator who was pumped up with energy, wishing to bring in all the fancy moves from apocalyptic survival shows; the judges of the class competition were as stubborn as a rock, sticking to the old rules and regulations for fear of making any mistakes.
And those outstanding contestants are like wild horses that have broken free from their reins, with wild and imaginative ideas that are hard to understand.
"Stop!" Mou Xuan slammed the table, and the conference room instantly became quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"Stop arguing, let me do the talking!" He looked around at everyone, his eyes as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath.
"We have only one goal, and that is to select the elites who can truly survive the apocalypse! The rules must be scientific, practical, and flexible!"
He paused, then quickly wrote down a few key words on the whiteboard: graded assessment, actual combat simulation, teamwork, emergency response… "My idea is to first conduct a basic skills assessment to eliminate those who don't even have a solid foundation. Then, conduct actual combat simulations, simulating various doomsday scenarios, to test their adaptability and teamwork spirit. Finally, set up an emergency response session to see how they perform in emergencies."
As soon as this framework came out, the conference room exploded.
Some people applauded, some questioned, and some were confused.
The eyes of the organizers of the Li competition lit up, as if they had seen a huge stage; the judges of the Ban competition frowned, as if they were thinking about the feasibility of this framework; and the members of the Zhuo competition were whispering and discussing among themselves.
After some heated discussions, Mou Xuan's rule framework was finally recognized by most people.
There are still some details to be worked out, but this is a good start.
"Okay, today's meeting ends here," Mou Xuan stood up and stretched. "Everyone go back and think about it carefully. If there is anything else that needs to be added, we will continue the discussion tomorrow." As he spoke, his eyes casually swept across a corner, and his brows slightly frowned. "Zhong..."
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