"Do you know why I called you here?"

In the office, Song Qingan and others had dark faces.

"Why..."

Jiang You is confused.

When he saw the test papers spread out on the table, he had a clear understanding in his heart.

"I probably know."

"You really dare to write." Song Qing'an was angry and funny, "Write everything at the top, so you're not afraid of being seen by the top?"

"The paper doesn't always talk about combining individuals and talking about feelings..." Jiang You's anticipation faded.

"Then if you are not the second level..."

Song Qingan paused and said, forget it, there is no what-if.

Many of the questions in this paper allow students to answer based on their own abilities. Jiang You himself has second-level strength. With such an answer... at least it does not violate the rules.

It must have been missed by this guy when the question was asked.

Song Qing'an suppressed his feelings and said, "You should be lucky that Captain Li has an unusual status, otherwise you will be tricked by your kid sooner or later."

"I know it, I know it, I know it in my heart."

"Don't just talk about it, go back and memorize the knowledge for me. Kill aliens and aliens all day long. Are you good at killing? What's the use of just knowing how to kill aliens? Do you think all high-level aliens are as stupid as pigs?"

"Okay." Jiang You responded.

This aspect is indeed his problem.

A while ago, I was obsessed with actual combat and the cage field, focusing on honing my skills and practicing [into the subtleties]. Theoretical knowledge goes in one ear and out the other.

I thought I had pretty much mastered it, but as soon as I answered the question, everything was exposed.

Maybe there is no problem now. He can just go up and kill the first- and second-level alien species no matter how complicated they are.

However, as your rank gets higher, your abilities become more and more bizarre. In addition to fighting and killing, you may encounter various accidents.

It doesn’t require much proficiency, at least a certain understanding.

"Have you had breakfast?" Song Qing'an looked slightly better when he saw that his attitude was acceptable.

"Not yet." Jiang You smiled bitterly and rubbed his belly.

"Hey." Song Qing'an pushed the pancakes and fruits on the edge of the table.

"Thank you, Uncle Song." Jiang You said happily, "I will definitely include you in my composition next time."

"No."

Song Qingan almost spat out a mouthful of water, "I'm not bad to you, why are you hurting me like this?"

Jiang You chuckled, opened the plastic bag, and ate it.

"Can I drink this soy milk?"

"Drink, drink." Song Qing'an waved his hand, "Eat more, eat more to have strength."

"What do you mean?" Jiang You stopped eating.

Song Qingan remained silent.

"Practical assessment?" Jiang You suddenly felt bad.

"Come on." Song Qing'an encouraged him as a response.

"Uncle Song, are you ready to beat me up?"

The pancake fruit with spicy strips in my hand suddenly became less fragrant.

"Don't worry, it's not me."

"Could it be Uncle Lu?"

"It's not him, and it's not your Uncle Li." Song Qing'an dismissed his concerns.

Who is that?

Jiang You was confused.

"Eat first. After eating, you can prepare to hit the road." Song Qing'an said kindly, "You don't like fighting or want to learn extraordinary skills. There is no more suitable person than this examiner."

After saying this, Jiang You became even more curious.

"That's pretty good."

"It's not very good." Song Qing'an's tone was more sour, "If I had been treated like this back then... ugh."

After saying this, Jiang You felt that the other teachers in the office looked at him with a bit more sadness.

"Don't be stunned and eat quickly." Song Qing'an urged.

Sip after sip, I finished drinking the soy milk and was still a little bit full.

Jiang You slapped his mouth, looked at the tofu brain next to him, and then looked at Song Qing'an.

"..."

That was my breakfast.

Song Qingan sighed, "Eat."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Song. Do you have any chili?"

"If you don't want to eat, give it to me."

"Zi Liu Zhi Liu."

After eating and drinking enough, the time came to 7:45 in the morning.

"It's time." Song Qing'an stood up, "Let's go."

"good."

Wiping his mouth, Jiang You stood up and followed him.

The two left the teaching building and walked on the main road.

Shadow field? No.

Corner cage? Neither.

Judging from the route...it seems to be a closed venue?

Jiang You has never been to this place. It is said that it is dark and the terrain is complicated.

Generally, students are allowed to enter the closed field after adapting to the shadow field.

Simulate the feeling of being chased by alien species in an extremely dark environment.

The two got closer and closer, and Jiang You saw them from a distance.

Compared with other huge buildings, the enclosed field looks much "petite".

Four pillars support the surroundings, and the entrance door is completely dark, making people panic just by looking at it.

"Go in." Song Qing'an said to him.

"good."

Jiang You no longer hesitated and stepped up the steps.

Then enter the door.

As soon as he stepped in, the door closed with a bang, and the light source in front of him suddenly dimmed.

Only old-fashioned light bulbs placed a few meters apart emit a faint glow.

The room was cool and cool, not dead silent, not lifeless, in short the atmosphere was very strange.

Arrow instructions were posted on the ground. He walked through the hall and then through the props room. After pushing open a door, he walked forward. There was a bang and the alloy door was locked again.

"call……"

There are many ways to sharpen your momentum, the most common one is to concentrate under high pressure and tense your spirit into a straight line.

This is the case with the corner cage field, and the effect of the closed field at this time is even greater.

No wonder the sophomore repeat rate is as high as 15-20

If you don't have a good level, you really can't go to junior year.

The whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of shackles, heavy and clumsy.

The person who presses becomes uncoordinated.

Crossing the corridor, he kept moving forward.

It was really heavier every step.

"call……"
To be continued...