Chapter 4 Entrance Exam
Several people nodded or whispered "I see".
Wang Biao's face became more and more ugly.
If before, in that circular square, he could still hypnotize himself and regard all this as a prank or an attack in front of the camera, then the current situation completely shattered his fantasy.
He turned into an elementary school student! He just entered a door, and in that instant, not only the scene he was in changed dramatically, but also his body!
This was beyond his understanding. Was this an alien attack?
Moreover, the information that appeared in their minds this time was about a mission called "Ghost Academy". Although they didn't know what exactly would happen, the name alone gave off an ominous feeling.
The two teachers on the podium were also abnormal. One was skinny and dehydrated, and the other was swollen and had a tumor. People with such appearances should not have survived.
Listen to their lectures, who knows what will happen next.
What kind of place is this? What will I encounter if I stay here?
Although Coleman, as a teacher, has become a child now, he still tries to speak softly as possible to comfort the two confused and panicked students.
Yu Leng didn't know whether he was excited or scared, or both. He opened his mouth and spoke a bunch of words at a very fast speed: "Jiliguala Aba Aba."
…
Everyone couldn't help but look at him sideways, wondering why he was making strange noises at this time.
Yu Leng's face changed, and he was about to say something when another strange frog croaking sounded.
Lu Jiamu stared at his mouth quietly and found that the sounds he made did not match his mouth shape at all.
Lu Jiamu had a guess.
It was quite interesting to see Yu Leng making strange monkey-like noises as he got anxious, and then getting more anxious and more anxious in a vicious cycle.
However, considering that there will definitely be a need for mutual cooperation in the future, for the sake of their friendship, Lu Jiamu admired them for a moment and then said a gentle reminder: "Don't say anything you shouldn't say."
Yu Leng shut up and stared at the others.
Kou Man smiled at him, then looked at Wang Biao and said gently: "We only need to live here for two weeks, which shouldn't be too difficult. The two teachers just said that no matter what happens outside, the campus is very safe."
Moreover, the task description is also "primary teaching scenario" and "learn and master basic knowledge and skills as much as possible."
It sounds like a normal game. There will usually be a tutorial for new players when they log in for the first time, just to let the players experience the feel of the game.
Wang Biao looked better and started to think: "Now it seems that the only difficulty is the weekly assessment. If we fail, we will be escorted out of the campus, which may be a bit dangerous. But how can we, as adults, not be able to test better than a group of children? Although the schedule looks a bit complicated, even if we don't know how to do it, I don't believe that those children can do it."
Two minutes later, Yu Leng opened his mouth again and uttered a normal voice: "I'm not going to become demented, am I?"
He can still speak normally, so it seems he doesn't have dementia.
Lu Jiamu asked back: "What did you want to say just now?"
Yu Leng's expression became strange, and he obviously remembered the strange cry he had just made. He didn't dare to speak directly, and could only vaguely say: "It's about that place and that thing we all know..."
Lu Jiamu had just guessed, but now Yu Leng had confirmed it. This was indeed related to the rule: Chrono Trigger had the highest level of confidentiality, and the game content could not be leaked.
Although this was just a conversation between the six of them, they were now in the classroom with other elementary school students around them. What they said might be heard by others, so saying it here would be considered a leak.
Just now, Kouman and Wang Biao were both cautious when talking. Only Yu Leng wanted to discuss the game content directly, so he was banned from speaking. All his words were blocked and turned into a long string of garbled text.
The so-called confidentiality authority actually has the power to directly distort language. It's really amazing.
Maybe it’s not just language that can be distorted…
Words, pictures, and even body movements can reveal secrets.
Lu Jiamu pinched his chin and saw that those people didn't have anything serious to say. They just huddled together in a corner to keep each other warm and comfort each other, so he completely lost interest.
He simply didn't want to go to school and take the frequent weekly tests, so he wasn't too worried.
But he listened quietly for a while and then returned to his seat.
Lu Jiamu fished out a glasses case from the table pocket, took out a pair of small glasses, put them on his nose, then found Fang Gu's death diary, placed it on his lap and began to read it carefully page by page.
After Yu Leng finished discussing with them, he sat back in his seat and found Lu Jiamu reading the precious book, so he took a look at it.
Although it was just a glance, it still made his eyelids jump.
There was no normal text on the page, only a bunch of crazy lines that were a hundred times messier than a child's doodles.
Judging from the distortion and force of the strokes, it appears extremely chaotic and crazy. It doesn't look like it was written by a normal person, and it makes people feel uncomfortable for no reason at first glance.
If I were to describe the intuitive feeling, it would be that it is a bit like the little newspaper notes that elementary school students frantically write under their desks. Although you may not be able to understand them, you can feel the deep resentment.
Yu Leng suddenly didn't know what Lu Jiamu was reading seriously. Was he reading the Book of Heaven?
And he thought of a picture for no reason: two little babies crying to each other, asking and answering each other. Only babies can talk to babies.
What kind of person would enjoy reading such messy lines? Yu Leng suddenly felt a little scared, realizing how little he knew about his companions.
But at this time, as a companion, especially a classmate sitting next to you, only a fool would say such thoughts directly.
So he didn't ask what language it was, but just asked: "You are nearsighted at such a young age?"
"It's astigmatism." Lu Jiamu adjusted his glasses, looked up at Yu Leng, and corrected him seriously, "It's different from myopia."
Yu Leng: "Is that so? I didn't see that before."
Lu Jiamu nodded.
After a while, he carefully checked the diary stroke by stroke.
Although I didn't understand anything at all, just like last time, I was sure that the lines along which the spiders crawled did not change even a centimeter, and the chaos was exactly the same as before.
He stuffed the diary back into his desk pocket and hid it.
A few minutes later, the free time between classes ended. Teacher Gao, who looked like a mummy with black blood vessels all over his body, came back and stood on the podium, clapped his hands for everyone to be quiet.
Then he said hoarsely, "Now, students, please follow me to arrange your dormitories. Then we will take the time to do a small entrance test tonight so that Teacher Wen and I can better understand your level."
There is also a small entrance test? Yu Leng thought meaninglessly: it should be to test the ability to recognize characters or pinyin.
The students in a class lined up in an orderly manner and followed Teacher Gao quietly one by one.
Teacher Gao took them to get pillows, quilts and mattresses, and then led them to a large room filled with old and broken beds. He pointed and said, "This is your dormitory. Boys sleep over here, girls sleep over there. Hurry up and make your own beds."
Lu Jiamu clamped the pillow and barely freed his hand to support his glasses. His dark eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in many details.
In the shabby big room, all the bed frames were very small, and adults couldn't lie down at all. It was obvious that they were specially prepared for lower grade students and would have to be replaced when they reached higher grades. Maybe this arrangement would save more space.
Most of the beds were covered in dust, and only a few looked clean, which meant that the number of students from the previous class who stayed was far less than the "six-year pass rate" claimed by Teacher Wen.
On the moldy and peeling wall, some stains and mold spots are different in color, like very old drops of blood. You can vaguely see that some are splashed and some are flowing.
It seems that the interior of the so-called extremely safe campus, one of the so-called highest security bases, is far from reaching the security level in the normal sense.
Even in the dormitory, bad things can happen.
Lu Jiamu quickly marked out the safest area based on the cleanliness of the bed frame and some marks on the floor and ceiling, and walked straight over there holding his pillow and quilt.
As a deskmate, Yu Leng stood closest to Lu Jiamu. Seeing that he had already chosen a bed first, Yu Leng did not ask why and followed him without hesitation.
Although the other children reacted a little slower and did not carefully compare the differences between the beds, they instinctively did not want to sleep near the door.
Rich kindergarten experience has taught them that dangers outside can come in through the door. The farther away from the door, the more other children there are in between, and the safer they will be.
Several children were already arguing over the innermost bed.
Lu Jiamu and Yu Leng chose beds next to each other. The seats on the left and right sides had already been taken, but Wang Biao still walked over after noticing them.
He wanted to sleep next to his two companions, but he always felt that although Lu Jiamu had become a child, he still looked cold and gloomy, and it would be creepy to sleep next to him at night.
So Wang Biao showed a simple smile to the child next to Yu Leng: "My classmate, I want to change seats with you, is that okay?"
The child slowly raised his eyes and looked at Wang Biao's strong and sturdy body and face. He dared not say no.
If he is beaten on the first day of school, his chances of survival will plummet.
Moreover, as an adult such as Wang Biao, he would certainly not be stupider than a group of children. When he came in, he also realized that it would be more dangerous to stay close to the door, so his position was not bad.
The child hesitated for a moment, thinking for a second whether the other party had any conspiracy, and then decisively agreed to Wang Biao and quickly moved his quilt and mattress over, fearing that someone else would grab it first.
Coleman and her two students were all girls, so they couldn't come and live next to them.
She nodded to the three of them to let them know not to worry, and took the two high school girls to find three adjacent beds.
Teacher Gao gave them five minutes to make their beds. He took out a pocket watch and counted the time. When the time was up, he said hoarsely, "Students, please line up. We are going to start the entrance test."
Then he led them out of the teaching building and met Teacher Wen in a large open space in front of the building.
Come to the playground? The test is not about cultural subjects?
The bloated teacher Wen had been waiting in the empty field for a long time. Seeing them standing in line, he began to explain: "Our entrance test will not be too difficult. It is not a formal exam. There will be no one to supervise you, so don't be nervous. It is mainly to test your basic skills.
"Like front flips, back flips, cartwheels, and flexibility and basic strength."
……Um?
Teacher Gao clapped his hands and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's start."
The primary school student who was ranked first in the team took a step forward, pressed his upper body down, took two running steps, then jumped up with force, doing a nearly perfect split jump and forming a standard split in mid-air.
After landing, it began to tumble in the air at an incredible speed.
A front flip followed by a back flip, seamlessly connected, as agile as a monkey.
Then he turned cartwheel and rolled away like a giant windmill.
Lu Jiamu stared at the child and touched his chin.
Yu Leng was stunned: Fog...Fuck...
Is this... is this the basic skill they learned in elementary school? Is this a reserve talent for the circus or gymnastics team?
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