"Audiences, now welcome you to the assessment of the off-campus visit list of the Music Department. I am the host Xu Mo, so I would like to say hello to you here."

Since the venue uses the stage where the school concert was held before, the temporary arrangement of the venue did not take much time.

Referring to the scenes in the variety show studio that I have watched in the past, I asked the staff to build a board and brought seats with the same number of people passing the preliminary round. Of course, these seats have been specially designed. There is actually a mechanism below the position to connect with the remote control in my hand. As long as I press the corresponding switch, the contestant's chair will immediately turn into a rocket flying chair, and the person and the chair will soar into the sky.

What, are you afraid of the contestants falling to death?

Don't worry, each chair has a parachute attached. The parachute will automatically turn on after the engine loses power. This is just an exam between students. Many exaggerated performances are only special effects of the program. The biggest reason why I did things everywhere in school in the past but have not been severely punished is that I have never suffered any life. In order to maintain the reputation of a few mentors, I naturally would not break the precepts in this place.

Standing on the stage, holding the sound reinforcement equipment, shouting at the student audience positioned below, and ignoring the contestants who were yelling at me behind me. I had an excited expression on my face and spread my palms to the back of the stage: "Then before the competition begins, let us welcome the other examiners of this exam first!"

The melodious background music sounded, and a middle-aged man in ragged costume and a little bald, made a big move from the designed stage passage. Before and after walking to the stage, he reached out to fiddle with the harp in his arms.

I took a sneak peek at the cheat sheet in my hand and introduced the middle-aged man who was incompatible with the atmosphere on the scene: "This is Magath tutor from the music department. Because he suddenly realized the true meaning of a bard shortly after the start of school, Ma chose to leave the academy and travel around. But now after learning that the lack of credibility of the examiner in this assessment, Magath tutor actually rushed back. Now let us welcome him with warm applause!"

Thunderous applause sounded, and Magath smiled and waved to the students below the stage. Needless to say, this Magath mentor was the guy who went missing the day after he had a long conversation with me. Unlike me, the new mentor with mixed reputations, Magath is truly loved by students.

"Magath, please sit down. Next, let us welcome the second examiner. His name is... Principal?!" I instantly exclaimed after seeing the figure walking out from the backstage. I don't remember that this person was invited to come before. If I had known that the principal was on the court, then Magath would probably not have to come back to be the examiner.

"Hello, everyone." The principal walked to the front stage and waved down like Magath, but his movements were not as big as Magath. No matter what, the principal was always a woman, so he had to maintain his image.

"Maintaining the usual behavior, this is what we have been widowed for many years... Ahem, I mean the beautiful, generous and eternal principal of the college. My admiration for her is endless." Halfway through the introduction, I was immediately attacked by the sharp eyes of the principal. Seeing this, I quickly changed the second half of the sentence to flattery.

After introducing the principal part, I watched her walk to the presiding desk and occupy the position of the examiner who was originally the second examiner. I took advantage of the students' attention and still stayed on the principal. I looked at the backstage staff in confusion, and asked Beatrice, who was standing there as a beauty in the catwalk, and Luvika, who was just here to pass the time, to help me see where the examiner No. 2 went.

Beatrice quickly took action, and as for Luvika, she stayed still as if she was still. Well, I was not surprised that this Seraph was not something I could command.

Beatrice, who soon disappeared, returned to her sight, holding a whiteboard with words in her hand. As the host, I could not make too obvious interactions with the backstage staff, Beatrice conveyed the message to me in writing.

The whiteboard reads: "The principal exchanged the status of the judge with the former No. 2 examiner."

I was speechless for a moment, but I quickly shook my head twice and adjusted my mindset, and continued to introduce in a cheerful tone: "The next third examiner is - me!"

"Evil!" The students below collectively made a boo sound that seemed to be vomiting.

"Hey, even though I had expected it, I was still very hurtful to you like this. At least I would give me some respect... Damn, even the contestants were booing me? Be careful, I will give you duck eggs when waiting for the scoring session!" I turned around and spoke to the participating students. As a result, when I turned around, fruit peels and paper scraps flew up immediately below the stage.

"evil!"

Magath gave me a lot of applause. I didn't expect that I could enjoy similar treatments to him, but what the students gave me was not applause but booing and casual garbage.

"Very good, I remember you." Turning the microphone to my left hand, I raised a middle finger to the audience. Even if there is a cultural barrier in another world, it is not difficult for others to understand the meaning of this gesture. What's more, there were three demon kings before me to base the foundation, not only the middle finger, but also the more advanced airplane gestures, someone in another world was using it.

Sometimes giving up seats on the train will not result in the other party’s thank you, but most of the time when you raise your middle finger to someone, you can definitely change it to another middle finger.

Now I responded to my middle finger, but I didn’t have only one middle finger, but I looked around at the sea of ​​middle fingers, looking at it from above the stage.

"...Okay, it doesn't matter. I have a lot of people who don't care about you guys who are still studying." I found that I didn't have the ability to fight for one challenge, so I decided to retreat first.

"Bah." I was thinking that way, but I expected that a famous student would spit at me at the moment below.

"Damn, what I hate most in my life is that others spit at me." This was simply unbearable. I immediately rolled up my sleeves and walked towards the student closest to the stage. While walking, I didn't forget to provoke: "Come up, I promise not to beat you to death."

"Hmph." The student breathed out like a toothache.

"Bah!" The opponent hangs the battle-free sign, but this does not mean that I cannot attack. After aiming at the direction where the student is, I saliva at a parabolic angle.

The student was quick-witted and quick-witted. Needless to say, he dodged my attack at the first time. While he was avoiding saliva, he pushed the student away from the side, and actually used the method of moving shooting. From bottom to top, he quickly shot saliva again.

I opened my arms and flew in the opposite direction of saliva with the goalkeeper's pounce, and made a forward roll on the stage, and began a verbal battle with unknown students.

The regret is that this verbal battle did not last long. It only took about thirty seconds before it was forced to stop under the fierce gaze of the principal of the college.

"Boy, remember it for me!"

He pointed his eyes with two fingers first, then turned around and tried to poke the opponent in a distance. After making a fool of himself for a while, it was finally the turn to explain the rules of the rematch.

After slapping his palms twice, Beatrice, who was dressed as a bunny girl, pushed the large whiteboard to the stage, and the projection device also aimed at the content on the whiteboard, and projected the captured picture onto the large screens on both sides of the stage.

"The theme of this rematch is called "Narration Picture and Text Free Play". In the later competition, I will show the pictures to the contestants one after another. As for the participants, I will pick up the whiteboard on the seat and try to make the picture full of storylines with a passage. The number of words used by the participants and the description of the question will directly affect the review score. In addition, we will eliminate one participant in each round. Do all the above participants have other questions about the rules of the competition?" Seeing that some of the participants were about to raise their hands, I immediately said: "No, right? Very good, so let's look at a demonstration question first."

Seeing that I jumped to the next session, the contestant who was originally planning to ask a question put down his hand that was half raised. No matter what, I was also a student a year ago, so I naturally knew the general students' attitude towards class.

Under my instructions, Beatrice turned around and attached the picture in her hand to the blackboard with a magnet, and the onlookers also saw the pictures used in this demonstration body through the big screen.

The picture is a man who lying on the ground and seemed to die soon. He couldn't help but pick up a photo and showed it to his partner, who was also covered in scars, and it seemed that he was giving his last words to his comrades.

"Then the question is, how do you want to add a narration to this picture?" I snapped my fingers in the direction of Beatrice and asked her to post the two answers prepared in advance to the whiteboard: "Let's take a look at the two answers that got ninety-nine points and one hundred points on this question. The first thing I saw was ninety-nine points."

Ninety-nine answer:

"Don't worry about me, run away quickly, you useless guy!"

The body of the military officer in my arms is gradually getting colder.

Indescribable fear, indescribable anger, the appearance of the ghost head instructor in front of me at this moment is so kind.

"The useless guy who doesn't obey orders! The useless guy quickly tells you that you are useless!"

"Instructor, I am a useless guy. I was born abandoned by my father and my mother died of illness later. Even if a waste like me dies here, no one will be sad, so at least let me stay with you at this moment."

"A coincidence, useless guy, when I picked up my weapon, I was equivalent to abandoning my family. Even if I die, no one would be sad, hahaha!" As he said this, the instructor slowly took out a blood-stained photo from his inner bag: "But you were wrong, the person who was sad for you is here."

The photo shows the mother who had not died of illness at that time and the instructor who was smiling while holding the baby.

"You're just useless to scold me... Son...

『Instructor, instructors are useless guys...the most important thing is useless guys...the useless dad...』

The instructor laughed softly, and then he stopped moving.

The 99th minute was announced, perhaps because the article was too touching, and the entire stage was filled with a sad atmosphere for a moment. I shook my head and asked Beatrice to paste the full-score answer.

One hundred answer:

"Look, the principal of the college is really big, right?"

The candidates and examiners on site, together with the brains of the audience below, were shot for a minute.

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