Hey, King!

2021-08-06

Chapter 181 Chapter 181 Dongdong Admissions Site

Looking at the sign on the door, Dagon felt a little perturbed. He is not worried about whether the exam will be difficult or dangerous, because so far, no one has been injured or killed in any of Professor Dongdong's admissions. Dagon's apprehension came from the onlookers gathered on both sides of the door. They commented on the six people this time, discussed the probability of each person's success, and held a gamble for this.

Humans are the most addicted when it comes to betting, but the elf's liking for it has been increasing rapidly recently. On a blackboard were the code names of the six cadets, of which Dagon was named "Armored Dwarf." They were able to sum up the characteristics very well, because Dagon is only one of the six fully armed. He felt that since he didn't know what the exam content was, he should be prepared, especially in what he was best at.

"This is the spell teacher's exam! You canned idiot!"

Someone in the crowd snorted and everyone laughed, the difference was just whether they laughed impudent or laughed hidden.

Dagon strokes his beard, adjusts the position of the ring, then stays still. Anyway, he was wearing an arrow-proof mask, and no one knew his expression. People who make noise will continue to make noise, and there is no point in arguing with them. Don't they know that Professor Dongdong's assessment has never prohibited wearing armor? They know it well, and they pretend not to know, so that they appear "smart".

There are two elves, two humans and one half-elf among the six people who come to test, Dagon is the only Jiangu clansman. Due to the stubbornness and dead brains "as everyone knows", the Jiangu family rarely produces Illusion Technique masters. "It's a waste of time to tease the enemy when you see them being crushed to death", the Jiangu people do have such a proverb.

"Are there any students who want to bet that they can win?" The guy who opened the game may think that it is not interesting to fool the onlookers, so he wants to pull the candidates into the water. No one paid any attention to him, because five of the six people didn't know whether they were being observed by Professor Dongdong, so they didn't want to make a bad impression on him. Dagon, on the other hand, was completely uninterested in gambling and didn't think about the professor at all.

The door opened, and what looked like a ghost floated out with a sign in his hand that read, "The candidates come in with me." This guy is called a gas servant, using the terrain element force as a driving force, he can move within a certain range and perform some simple work. Elite Academy has many classrooms and dormitories that use this gas servant, which repels mosquitoes, clears dust, and opens windows and blankets.

With credits or gold coins, you can apply for this kind of servant from the Student Equipment Office, and then you can get an instruction manual. Dagon has neither money nor credits, and does not need others to serve. His neighbor, Hammerdom of Pit Thirteen, has a servant who can clean him. However, this thing has very little power and cannot take out the trash or take out the lunch box, so Hammerdom still needs to do it himself.

"It's on, it's on, last two minutes, then no more bets!"

The chattering voices disappeared as Dagon entered the professor's room, gas The door that the servants closed seemed to have a soundproofing function. This room is a typical tree house, it has three floors, Dagon they are located on the bottom floor, which is used as a living room. One wall in the living room is the trunk of the tree, with branch-shaped steps leading to the upper level. There are eight chairs in the living room, a particularly short heavy iron table in the center, and a small bookcase beside it.

The professor wasn't here, and the six students looked at each other, not knowing what to do. At this time, the gas servant passed by the crowd and came to the side of the tree trunk wall. On the wall hangs a yellowed calendar that appears to be of cheap paper.

The gas servant tore off a piece of paper, and there was a professor's handwriting on the calendar below: There are exam questions and pens in the bookcase, take a copy for yourself, and then sit in a chair to answer.

Because the calendar was so small that it couldn't fit too many words in the margins, the gas servant tore up another sheet. The second page reads: There are two questions you need to answer, the first is to briefly describe the relationship between the composition of the Illusion Technique mana and the natural terrain, and the second...

The gas servants are torn I took one, and the following page wrote: The Illusion Technique of the mind and the Illusion Technique of the senses can promote each other, and briefly describe your thoughts or ideas.

"Is this for learning or reporting?" Some people were already scratching their heads in pain, and Dagon was one of them. He didn't learn Illusion Technique at all, and he didn't even learn spell systematically. In addition to the introduction of mana cycle, Dagon has only scratched the surface of dive technique, spell and rune technique, and he doesn't know how to answer these profound questions in front of him.

He couldn't help but begin to doubt the purpose of Professor Dongdong. Uncle Man must have told him about his situation. The professor should know very well that he is just a freshman. He is only sixty years old this year. Martial skill may be good, but spell training is almost zero. Moreover, he came here to learn spell to pass the basic skills. The quality assessment is not for the credits of the Illusion Technique course. The professor at first rejected him, and later gave him another chance to be assessed because of the arrow-proof mask. But the opportunity was given to eliminate him directly with difficult questions here? Professors wouldn't be so busy, would they?
Dagon scratched his beard, trying to figure out the professor's intentions by observing and thinking, while the gas servant tore up another page of the calendar, which read: Take a pen and paper, sit down and write the answer, and take it when you're done The answers come up the steps to the next quiz.

Everyone went to the bookcase to get pen and paper, keeping Dagon behind. He didn't move immediately, but continued to look at the gas servant, wondering if it had other movements. But the gas servant stood silently, his head without features completely motionless, and did not respond to Dagon's observations.

The servant looked okay, and Dagon turned his attention to the calendar. Perhaps it was a coincidence that the last page of the calendar with the words on it happened to be today. It seemed that even if it was a yellow offset calendar, the professor didn't want to waste it. Ok? today? Dagon tugged at his beard and had an idea. The two questions they were asked to answer before were written on the paper yesterday and the day before yesterday. There is no question on the calendar today. Just write the answer with a pen and paper, and then go up the stairs with the answer.

Dagon took a deep breath and began to have some ideas. The very first page (the day before yesterday) had already said to sit down and write with pen and paper, but today's page repeats itself with pen and paper, sitting down to write. Isn't this long-winded? But if these four pages are regarded as the tasks corresponding to the four days, then today's activities have nothing to do with the day before yesterday, so it won't seem long-winded. The professor never said that he should complete all the tasks in four days and four pages. Only today is the exam, and the previous three days are not exam time!
So, just sit down with pen and paper and write your answer. What answer can I write? Dagon was still thinking about it, but it didn't stop him from getting things. Others have taken their share and sat down in their chairs to start writing. But they found that the paper given by the professor was very poor quality, as yellow as the calendar, as soft as toilet paper, and extremely difficult to write on. Someone poked the paper through with a little force, and came over cursing to get more paper.

"Anyway, you won't, so don't waste it."

Dagon wouldn't be frightened by such a person. He didn't talk too much, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and then moved away from the bookcase.

"hmph!" The man didn't dare to get angry at the axe, he could only get angry at Dagon's back. He looked at the bookcase, looked at other people, had a bad idea in his mind, and took away all the remaining pen and paper.

Dagon saw this scene, and only then did he know that Academy students can really do things that hinder others for a place. But he is asking for trouble, because the next person who needs new paper will definitely target him directly, and everyone doesn't mind joining forces to eliminate this person first. The idea of taking more and taking more is not difficult, everyone can come up with it, but why hasn't anyone done it before?
Probably because everyone is smarter than that person.

Before sitting on the chair, Professor Dongdong's voice came from the second floor, announcing that the person who took more pen and paper was eliminated. The gas servant waved his hand and signaled the student to put down everything and leave immediately. It then took away all the pen and paper, and did not appear to be ready to give it to anyone else.

Since there is no spare, try not to puncture it. Dagon looked again at the text on today's calendar, and it only said "sit down and write the answer" instead of "sit in a chair and write" as the first page said.

All chairs are anchored to the ground, far from the central table. Although the desk can be pulled over, it is definitely more convenient to walk over to write. Dagon thought about it for a while, and felt that there was no need to do that. He sat in a chair with the headhunter across his lap, the blade being the platform, enough for him to write cautiously.

What do you write? Dagon had already solved the anagram, and wrote the two words "answer" on the paper. He looked left and right, and most of the other students were scratching their ears and cheeks. It can be seen that two or three people are indeed very spell literate, and their only problem is the conflict and contradiction between answering posture and paper quality.

Dagon stood up, put the pen back in the bookcase, and got the "answer" sheet ready to go. When he came to the steps, he stopped, not because everyone else was looking at him, with puzzled, surprised, or more of a mockery in their eyes. Other people's opinions don't matter to Dagon, at least they don't affect his own.

"I think you only need to write the answer on the paper, and then you can sit on the ground and write on the chair, or come to the table and sit on the ground to write. The table is very low. It doesn't go with the chair." Dagon tugged at his beard and said, "I don't know if it's right, but I think today's calendar says what to do today, and it's actually very simple. Well, I'll go up first. , I hope I'm right."

He was about to step up the branch steps when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

(end of this chapter)