charismatic player

Chapter 26

Qinguan sent a message to the counselor, telling him that he had completed the medium-difficulty trial, and then the counselor told him to attend a meeting this Sunday. The specific time and place would be notified later, and then the matter was settled.

It was much simpler than Qin Guan imagined.

On second thought, it might be because Qin Guan had filled in the medium difficulty 99 when filling out the form before, so the counselor had already assigned him to the group of people who were about to pass the level.

In fact, Qin Guan can brag about it. For example, he cleared the level with crazy difficulty, but there are two problems:
He doesn't even know what the level and layout of the crazy difficulty are, is it easy to be debunked...

And it won't do any good if it gets out.

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The class will be at 8 o'clock on Sunday evenings in a very remote building in the school.

At first, Qin Guan wanted to complain about why it was set at such an embarrassing time, but after thinking about it, he understood.

Not every college is as leisurely as the Faculty of Arts...

Some students who study medicine are scheduled from Monday to Saturday, and they study for seven or eight years. There are also people in these subjects who want to enter this class, so they can't be officially arranged to skip classes.

Therefore, this time is quite suitable on weekend nights. Everyone has no classes, and no one uses the teaching building, which saves a lot of unnecessary trouble.

When Qin Guan came to the lecture theater, he accurately located Xiao Qiang's wretched face, and felt that this guy was almost becoming the anchor point of his class...

The students of the Faculty of Arts basically sat together spontaneously, in the front right of the classroom.

Qin Guan's face turned dark when he saw it. Why is there only one seat left, and it's still in the first row...

Seeing Xiao Qiang waving at him very enthusiastically, Qin Guan felt very helpless. All the students from the Faculty of Arts were sitting here, so he couldn’t get away from the crowd and sit in the last row...

And those students in the last row are all from other colleges, and they don't know any of them.

Qin Guan took a seat in the first row unhappily, and asked Xiao Qiang: "What's the situation, why do you have to sit so far in front..."

Xiao Qiang is also very innocent: "Ask those girls in our hospital..."

Qin Guan understood. Obviously, these high school girls in his college still maintained the fine tradition of occupying the front row seats in class. They came here early in the morning to help their classmates occupy the seats in the front right area.

Originally they occupied the first and second rows, but Qin Guan came last, leaving only the only vacant seat in the first row.

"Okay, that's it. Fortunately, this is not a professional class, and I won't be called up to answer questions..."

Qin Guan reluctantly accepted the position.

Turn around and look at the situation of this new class.

It seems that there are students from any college. Counting that there are more than 20 colleges in the school, 20 people come from each college, which is more than 400 people.

Fortunately, this lecture theater is big enough to accommodate so many people without any problem.

However, universities are different from universities. Some universities with more colleges may have to find a super-large lecture theater, or simply divide the classes.

Qin Guan looked at the students from the Faculty of Arts again, adding himself to a total of 22 people, that is to say, after the day of filling out the questionnaire, only 5 other than himself successfully passed the trial.

Qin Guan originally thought that this number should be more, but it seems that the trial is more talented than expected.

Those with high talent may pass the test that night, and those with poor talent may not be able to play in another week.

This class is still divided according to grade, for example, Su Xiaoyu was divided into the group of juniors, in another classroom.

The entire teaching building is basically contracted by these people. Freshmen to seniors, masters, doctors, etc. have their own classrooms, which are separated from each other.

The classroom was quite quiet. After all, there were people standing guard outside, and no one wanted to talk in such a serious atmosphere.

When it was almost 8 o'clock, a tall and straight man who appeared to be in his 30s walked in from the door and stood on the podium.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Du Wei. You can regard me as your counselor or head teacher, whatever. I know you have a lot of doubts, but please don't talk and listen to me first."

"First, let me introduce my work unit: I belong to the Spiritual Research Association."

(End of this chapter)