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Ali raised her small fist towards Chen Xing, her small face a bit arrogant and intimidating.

Chen Xing had a look of "can't provoke" and "avoid and stay away". Finally, Ali gave a cold snort and twisted her waist and left.

After this episode, Chen Xing followed the instructions of the counselor and entered the large stepped classroom. The seats are distributed in a large arc, with a podium and a blackboard in the middle.

[Seat No. 229 in Examination Hall 11]

When he found his seat and sat down, Chen Xing glanced left and right. The space between each seat was very wide, three or four meters away. It was difficult to peek during the exam. Of course, excluding those with special abilities, it is estimated that there are other preventive measures, such as a monitor that turns around on the ceiling.

"Didi..."

A beep sounded from the black watch, and a row of small green characters popped up.

[I have entered the examination area of ​​Baita College. This area requires the information sub-end query function to be closed. Do you agree? ]

[Agree has been selected, enter the exam mode, the query function is temporarily closed, and the forced opening will be regarded as cheating by the invigilator...]

After a while, everyone was sitting together, and the examination room was silent. The teacher holding the large test paper walked into the classroom and distributed the test questions one by one. The test time is six hours, with a total of 1,000 test questions, involving more than 20 subjects such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, literature, history, philosophy, and occult.

Chen Xing spread out the test papers and wrote his name "Chen Erliu" and student number according to the prompts in the black form. As for the test questions, they did not know each other. Take the first question as an example, "Baita Academy was established in xxx..." He had no impression at all.

A line of small characters appeared on the black watch, as if the heart was eloquent.

[Around 1271 AD]

Chen Xing took a pen and copied it. In order not to arouse suspicion, Nova did not release the answer mentally, but every ten seconds.

Four hours later...

Chen Xing finished writing the last question, put down his pen and rubbed his sour hands.

Since I haven't written for many years, I feel a little stiff to write. In the era of full information, pens are rarely used, but Baita College still conducts written examinations and manual reviews in the old way.

Looking around, several people have already handed in their papers. The only Ali who I knew in the examination room was frowning and working hard.

Seeing that it was almost done, Chen Xing got up and handed in the paper.

Outside, the students who handed in early were sitting under the tree in twos and threes, whispering, as if they were discussing test questions.

The results will not come out until some time later, and Chen Xing did not stay much longer and went back to the rich man's quarter to live in a house.

Three days later, after the exam was released, Chen Xing scored more than 700 points. This score is a little higher than qualified and a little lower than good. It belongs to the middle and lower reaches of the score. Chen Xing has never read a book. If he scores too high, it is easy to be noticeable. Just enough for admission is enough.

At noon, Chen Xing had lunch and came to the School of Continuing Education of Baita College to report.

Anyone who has passed the entrance examination and did not have a particularly high score must undergo a three-month or more advanced study. Its function is similar to that of a language school on the earth. You should first adapt to the school’s teaching environment and then formally enter the school.

Then the admission process is very similar to that of graduate students on the planet, and you need to get the approval of a certain tutor to study under him.

In other words, students need to find a suitable tutor during their advanced studies. If not, either drop out or continue to study until there is a university student willing to accept it.

Chen Xing had nothing to do with him at first, but he met Akita on the plane, and when that time came he would make an appointment to have a meal, inquire about the news, and see if there are any university scholars who do not have high academic requirements.

Advanced students must live on campus, and Chen Xing landed in the community management center of the college and paid a deposit of fifty gold coins to get the permission of the dormitory. The dormitory for advanced students is located in the southwest corner of the college. It is a huge "back"-shaped building. In the middle is an active square. There are a large number of benches, outdoor tables and chairs, and rows of vending machines.

Chen Xing followed the check-in guidelines to Room 210 on the seventy-ninth floor, with a dark green screen embedded on the rusty iron door. Chen Xing placed the black watch close to the screen. With a beep, the screen lights up, and the words "Chen Twenty Six Student, Welcome Back" flashes, and then the sound of the mechanical lock unlocking is heard.

The crack in the door came loose, and Chen Xing opened the door and looked at it at the same time.

This is a four-person dormitory, and the other three students have already moved in first. Seeing Chen Xing coming in, they all showed gentle smiles.

One of them is brightly dressed, his cuffs are neatly ironed, a jewel brooch is pinned on his chest, his eyebrows are raised, he is confident, and his financial condition should be good. The other two are of average appearance and ordinary clothes. They wear old basketball shoes on their feet, and the uppers are stained with dust. They should be from ordinary civilian families.

By contrast

Chen Xing's attire is more civilian, wearing a cheap academic gown, carrying an old military backpack, and can't afford to throw a splash in the crowd.

"Welcome new classmates." "Good afternoon." "Meeting for the first time, please take care of me in the future."

The three of them all seemed very enthusiastic, and one of the male students even moved a chair to sit for Chen Xing. The bed is an integrated wooden canopy bed, with a sleeping place above, a desk and a wardrobe below, which are placed in four corners and do not affect each other.

At the beginning, everyone had a good attitude, and Chen Xing was also very polite. But before long, someone inadvertently asked about the results of the entrance examination, Chen Xing casually said his score, and the eyes of the three roommates looked at him changed.

"Poor and no grades, what are you doing here?" "Anyone who wants to take advantage of the loopholes..." "It must be the same as the last time. I left in less than two months."

The three of them frowned and murmured.

Chen Xing is a guard-level strength, and his hearing far exceeds that of ordinary people, so he listened to him without missing a word. In order to avoid Li Zhi, he hid his identity information after entering the academy. With the help of Nova, anyone who scans him will only get the word "secret". Therefore, in the eyes of his classmates, he is the representative of the standard "poor and poor school at home".

But he didn't take it seriously, he was just a passer-by, and he would leave when he delivered the goods, whatever the other party would think of him.

The roommate's attitude changed suddenly, and Chen Xing just assumed that he hadn't seen it and did his own thing.

"Since you live here, you must abide by the rules here..." The wealthy student walked over and said partly as an instruction, "Pay attention to personal hygiene, wash your hands in the bathroom, and act lightly. Don't make noises to affect us Learn……"

Chen Xing looked at the arrogant roommate, did not speak or leave.

For this kind of people who are arrogant as soon as they come up, this is the best way to look at each other and stand in silence until one of them can't stand it.

Because the attitude of the other party did not leave room for others at all, the concession was to admit that he was a grandson and only promised, so he could only go there.

And usually the ones who can't stand it are those who take the initiative to make things happen.

Chen Xing's eyes were cold and his attitude was blunt. The subtext was just one sentence, "What are you, you dare to point fingers here?"

Sure enough, after a confrontation for dozens of seconds, the other party left without interest.