My life of martial arts training

The scholars looked around with their peripheral vision to see if anyone would take the lead in writing.

They had long been frightened by the White Walkers, and they did not dare to do even the most insignificant action.

After all, no one knew whether they would be attacked by the White Walkers if they picked up the pen. On the one hand, they learned to be cautious, but on the other hand, they were too cautious. They only knew to follow blindly, not to think, and kept dragging it out, which was also irresponsible to themselves.

Shen Yuan did not think much and picked up the strange pen. It was a little cold in his hand and the surface was smooth.

On the left side of the test paper were the name and class. The spaces in these two lines were relatively large, and it was obvious that they were to be filled in.

But in the ghost domain, filling in your own name would be like hanging yourself, wouldn’t it?

He thought about it and filled in the two words "Shen Yuan". This name was still seen in Fengyang Village. The class was "Twelfth Grade Class Three", which was written on the sign at the door.

"It's really not that simple." Shen Yuan's eyes flashed. As soon as the name and class were written, changes appeared in front of him.

The test paper on the table exuded a cold ghostly aura, and dense handwriting gushed out from the test paper, as if it was endless.

The handwriting floated in the air, wrapping him in it, until it filled the entire classroom, and the test paper stopped gushing.

"Questions like the sea?!" Shen Yuan muttered expressionlessly, these floating words were like a sea, trying to drown him.

He looked at the blackboard again. No wonder the rules this time were so simple. With so many questions, even if you were given the opportunity to copy them, it would be impossible to complete them within an hour and a half!

When he looked at the test paper again, the questions on the test paper were written in neat handwriting, and the distance between each line was just right.

Zixia Wenxiao. Confucius said, "It is difficult to write. If there is something, the disciple will do the hard work..."

Pick up the pen and fill in the rest of the content. This question disappears on the test paper immediately. The rest of the questions are like waves. The second question comes to the first place, and the last question, the handwriting floating in the air, turns into a stream of water and falls on the test paper, forming the last question.

The loss of a question has no effect on the ocean of words.

"It's really desperate." Shen Yuan shook his head and threw the pen on the table.

Write?

Write a fart, this thing can't be finished at all. Looking at the dense words in the air, he can't help but feel numb. If a poor student sees it, he might faint on the spot.

The other scholars also found something wrong. They all looked dull, their lips moved, and they tore their hair.

But under the threat of death, no matter how desperate they are, some people burst out with hope for survival, pick up the pen, and fight hard.

For example, Jiang Heqin looked dazed for a moment, then picked up the pen, bit her red lips, and started to solve the problem.

Emotions between humans are contagious, especially under the threat of death. Seeing that a weak little girl did not give up, they could not give up either, and picked up their own pens.

Only Shen Yuan, Wang Yunsheng, An Hongti, and Qiao Qingyue looked like dead pigs that were not afraid of boiling water.

"Fuck, I have never written so many words in my life." Wang Yunsheng's lips trembled and he spoke silently.

"What should I do?" An Hongti asked.

"There is no way, I can only resist the attack of the White Walkers, but the attack of the White Walkers should be related to these words. Reducing the words may reduce the attack of the White Walkers." Qiao Qingyue sighed and said.

"Well, that's the only way."

The four of them used lip language, and they were not worried about disrupting the discipline of the examination room, anyway, there was no one to supervise the exam.

Shen Yuan looked at the test paper, his eyes flickered, and he thought to himself: "Is it okay to write randomly?"

Anyway, the requirement is not to hand in a blank paper. As long as I write, it will not be a blank paper. As for whether the answer is correct, I don't know.

After a while.

He looked at the disappearance of the '1' on the question expressionlessly, and sighed: "It still doesn't work."

After a series of operations, no questions were missing. There was no choice but to write them honestly.

Time passed slowly, accompanied by three 'clang' bells, and everyone's test papers disappeared.

"Wait, give me a little more time, I'll finish it soon, I don't want to die!" Seeing the test paper disappear from their eyes, the scholars no longer cared about the rules of the examination room, and they were crazy and cried.

"I still have a wife and daughter waiting for me at home. I don't want to die here. I want to go back to accompany them." They collapsed to the ground, waiting for death to come.

Shen Yuan and others were on guard against the attacks of the White Walkers, but to their surprise, the classroom was quiet, without a trace of ghostly aura, as if the White Walker had disappeared after the exam.

After a long time, they were sure that the White Walker had indeed disappeared and had not attacked them.

"What happened?" Shen Yuan frowned. When did the White Walker become so easy to talk to and actually let them go?

He glanced at the four words "twisted thinking" on his arm, and his mental perception checked from inside to outside, but he did not find any problems, but he always felt something was wrong, but he did not know what it was.

"Hahaha, I'm not dead?!" The scholars cried with joy and hugged each other and shouted.

After their emotions stabilized, someone shouted; "Look, there are words on the blackboard."

A line of words appeared on the blackboard: Please go to the cafeteria to eat and prepare for the afternoon exam.

"Let's go, let's eat."

"I want to have a good meal this time."

"The buns in the morning are really delicious, the gravy is delicious, I have never eaten such delicious buns."

The excitement of the scholars who had escaped death was completely calmed down, and they left the classroom in twos and threes, talking and laughing.

During this time, Wang Hanhui also called out, but Shen Yuan ignored him.

"Shen Yuan, what's wrong?" Wang Yunsheng said solemnly.

"Is there something wrong with your thinking?" Shen Yuan asked.

"No, I just tested it." Wang Yunsheng shook his head.

"We are the same." Qiao Qingyue and An Hongti said.

The Jiang brothers and sisters were affected again, but they were brought back in time.

"While there is still time, let's go upstairs to check." Shen Yuan suppressed his doubts.

"Do you want to take them?" An Hongti glanced at the Jiang brothers and sisters and asked.

"Take them, without our reminder, they may be distorted again."

After leaving the classroom, the group walked upstairs.

The stairs were covered with thick dust, giving people a feeling of stepping on a carpet.

The fifth floor is the same as the fourth floor, with classrooms. They continued to walk to the sixth floor. When they were halfway up the stairs, Shen Yuan suddenly stopped and frowned, saying, "Wait, did you hear any sound?"

Qiao Qingyue's ears moved slightly and said, "It sounds like dripping water."

"Be careful."

Everyone looked alert. The room on the sixth floor was not big. There was a sign "Staff Room" on the door. It should be the office of the teachers. The deepest part of the corridor on the left was the toilet.