Elf’s Shorts Boy

Combat students go to the gymnasium to draw lots, while theoretical students go to the teaching building to find the exam room for the exam according to the exam number assigned by the school's educational affairs network.

Theoretical students also have to undergo actual combat assessments, and combat students also have to take theoretical exams, but the score is 7:3, and the difficulty of the assessment is also different. The beloved does not care too much.

——School Gym——

"Lots of people!"

Walking into the gymnasium, there are a lot of people here on weekdays, and at the moment it is even more crowded with students. The first floor of the gymnasium is full of battlefields. Usually, students like to take practical lessons and learn from each other.

"Of course, it's not our first-year freshmen that only have monthly exams, but also second- and third-year students." Chu Mu shirt put his hands in his trouser pockets, and glanced up at the students in the gym slightly coldly.

As the best intermediate school in the Kanto region, the competitive atmosphere of the Golden City Intermediate School is very strong. To be admitted to this school, it must be a talented person in the original school.

Whether it is a super genius or an ordinary genius, children at this age are very unwilling to admit defeat and are not reconciled to others.

What's more, the results of the assessment are also related to the allocation of resources. If you can squeeze out the students in the privileged class, then replace them.

With the encouragement of my class teacher, this seems to have become the biggest goal of ordinary class students.

"Let's go and draw the lottery first."

Standing on the edge of the entrance, watching the noisy crowd, the beloved said.

"Shen Yi, use your superpowers to help clear the way, otherwise I don't know how long it will take to get to the lottery." Daisuke complained.

"Row"

Shinichi Kida responded, mobilizing his superpowers to gently push away from the crowd, and within a few minutes, he squeezed to the place where they were drawn for the first grade.

But the lottery hasn't started yet. I waited for a while by the drawbox. Seeing that the students were almost there, the teacher who organized the lottery on the spot took the loudspeaker to let the third grade students go to the designated venue to start the lottery.

"The first grade will line up to draw lots in venue A-1, the second grade will draw lots in venue C-3, and the third grade students will draw lots in venue E-5."

"Everyone lined up in turn, draws lots and completes registration, then sits in the stands and waits."

The four beloved people were relatively close to the lottery. After the teacher spoke on the spot, the four people in their dormitory formed a queue at the front end in a tacit understanding.

The students in the back are unknown, but I heard that the teacher was organized to line up, and the four people in front were also lined up, so they also lined up obediently behind the four of them. This made the students standing next to the picks like their beloved ones. He also stood behind them helplessly.

Seeing the formation of the queue quickly, the teacher who thought it would take some time to organize this group of freshmen suddenly showed a look on his face. After casting an appreciative look at the four beloved, the lottery started officially.

They have a total of 197 students in the first grade, of which 128 are combat students.

Shinichi Kita, who was at the front, reached into the fortune-teller and randomly touched a piece of paper, handed it to the teacher who registered next to him, and walked towards the stand on the side of the gymnasium.

The beloved also finished the draw. He looked at it and found that the number on it was 32, which was not too far forward, but not too far behind.

"My love, what's your number?" After the lottery was drawn, and after catching up with the beloved who was walking towards the stands, Daisuke asked with a smile on his shoulders.

After being abused in the arena before, Daisuke became more diligent in Pokémon training. For more than a week, he took the Pokémon to the arena to participate in the competition.

I won one game and lost at other times, but the victory in that game was enough to support a good mood this week.

"Number 32, how about you?"

"I am No. 7, playing before you." Daisuke said with a smile.

His original Pokémon Fire Dinosaur has now reached level 18, and his subdued wrist strength has also reached level 15.

Even in their privileged class, this strength is considered to be the best. You must know that there are still many students in the ordinary class so far, and the bottleneck of the Pokémon on hand has not been broken.

The four people in the dormitory who were the first to draw the lottery sat down in the front row of the stands. In their privileged class, one after another students finished drawing the lottery and sat down next to the four beloved ones in the stands.

They are not only a class, but also a community of interests. They are students of privileged classes, enjoying the most resource tilt of the school, and having all kinds of privileges that make people jealous.

The 17 students in the first-grade privileged class have a special column on the school's official website to introduce their information.

The 180 students in six classes are staring at them, treating them as goals to be surpassed. The most stressful for the monthly exam is the students in their privileged class.

Do students in privileged classes need not attend classes? No privileged class dares to take this sentence seriously.

"Squad leader, a wooden shirt..., what number did you draw?" Miyagawa Cangma asked anxiously.

"Daisuke No. 7, I am No. 32, Shen Yi No. 43, Chu Mushan No. 51, Miyagawa, you don't need to be so nervous, you are not weak, you have to have confidence in yourself, you see Haruhiko calmly."

Liang Ren smiled and said that when he was running for class cadres, he had fought against everyone in the class. He knew the strength of his classmates as the class leader.

"Squad leader, can I say that I was actually panicked?" Haruhiko Takase, who was sitting next to Miyagawa, saw her good friend mentioned him ~www.readwn.com~ and suddenly his face collapsed, and said nervously.

"Anna~"

"Hey, my love."

While talking, Abe Rei and Gen Shizuka also walked over, and the 12 students in their privileged class basically came together.

Sitting in the front row of the stands with the beloved, you can feel the scorching gaze of the ordinary students in the back row without turning around. Except for the calmer beloved, everyone else seems very nervous.

Ayan and Nazi were not there. This made my beloved, the class leader, frowned and felt that they had to say something. Otherwise, these classmates in their class would probably be too nervous to show their true level.

For ordinary classes and privileged classes, the school creates a competitive environment through such differentiated treatment.

Privileged class students who do not have strong self-discipline and self-planning skills are surpassed and replaced by ordinary class students who work harder. This is a fair result.

After all, privileges can only be enjoyed by the most talented and outstanding students. If you can't keep your quota, you can't blame others.

There is nothing to say about being replaced by not working hard enough, but as a monitor, my beloved does not want classmates to be eliminated because of too much psychological pressure.

He hates trouble, but now that he has become the monitor of the group of people around him, the beloved feels that he still has to do something at this time.

For this group, he took a lot of photos and videos for him when he participated in the arena ascension competition.

After the game, I swiped the screen of the ‘squad leader’s mighty’ in the class group, and made his photos in the game into emoticons. My beloved felt that he had to do something for this group of lovely students.

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