bioinnovel Chapter 53 The wilderness combat assessment for this year's college entrance examination for pe
Chapter 53 The wilderness combat assessment for this year's college entrance examination for pe
A chorus of suppressed gasps and gasps filled the hall.
Although I already knew it, hearing the number 1756 from the head instructor's mouth was still incredibly shocking.
The first place team is nearly 1100 points ahead of the second place team!
"This is the highest score record in the Hangzhou examination area this year, and it is also the highest score record in the history of the Hangzhou college entrance examination."
A bright beam of light shone precisely on the lamppost at the edge of the square.
Lin Yuan leaned against the lamppost, half-eaten a chicken leg in his left hand and only taken two bites of the other chicken leg in his right.
The moment the light fell on him, his mouth was stuffed full of chicken leg meat, and his cheeks were bulging.
He looked up, bewildered, at the spotlight shining on him, then at Meng Hao on the stage who was staring at him, and then at the hundreds of faces around him that were all turning to face him.
"Pfft—" Xia Xia, who was standing in the front row, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Immediately afterwards, the entire square burst into laughter.
It wasn't mockery, but the kind of collective breakdown that occurred after seeing "the top-ranked player eating a chicken leg."
Lin Yuan slowly swallowed the chicken in his mouth, wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and waved to the stage expressionlessly.
"Thank you, Instructor Meng. Thank you, Hangcheng. And thank you for the chicken." With that, Lin Yuan slowly raised the chicken leg in his hand.
The laughter grew even louder.
Even Meng Hao, a seasoned instructor who had seen it all, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Lin Yuan, please come up to the stage."
Lin Yuan tossed the remaining chicken leg bones into the nearby trash can, dusted off the crumbs on his hands, and walked through the crowd onto the stage.
The lights followed him.
When he walked onto the stage, he squinted to adjust to the brightness of the lights.
Three thousand faces looked up at him from below the stage. Some were envious, some admired, some were unconvinced, and some were just watching the spectacle.
Bai Li stood at the back of the crowd.
She didn't laugh out loud, but her eyes curved into two crescent moons. Xia Xia stood beside her, arms crossed, a suppressed smile on her lips.
Lin Yuan stood on the stage, the lights illuminating his tattered clothes and messy hair.
He cleared his throat: "Actually, I don't have much to say. Points are something you can get by killing a few more second-tier monsters. In the end, I hope everyone can get into their ideal school."
A chorus of "whoosh" erupted from the audience.
Meng Hao glanced at him sideways.
Having served as the chief instructor in Hangzhou for decades, I've seen countless top scorers in the college entrance examination—some excited, some humble, and some incredibly pretentious.
But this is the first person to say on stage in front of more than a thousand people, "Just kill a few more second-tier monsters and you'll get it."
He handed the microphone to Lin Yuan and said in a low voice, "Well said, just kill a few more, and you'll have them."
There was a hint of a smile in his voice.
Lin Yuan took the microphone and thought for a moment.
"By the way, those guys who made bets with me before, Han Feng, remember to send your fourth-tier lightning-type combat skills to my hotel reception. I'll send you the address."
I won't name the others, but the registration fee of 50,000 yuan per person has already been settled. Remember to call me next time there's a good opportunity like this.
The audience burst into laughter again.
Han Feng's lips twitched slightly in the crowd, but he ultimately shook his head and smiled.
While everyone was laughing heartily, no one noticed that deep in the dense forest, tens of thousands of monsters had actually lined up in an orderly fashion.
The direction that tens of thousands of monsters were looking in was none other than Hangzhou!
......
The conference ended quickly.
The searchlights in the square were still on, and the examinees were heading out of the base.
Lin Yuan was no exception; he was about to walk out when he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
"Lin Yuan!"
Jiang Ran squeezed through the crowd, a big smile on her round face, followed by Chen Mo and Song Zhiyi.
"A celebration banquet! Pian'erchuan noodles! My treat!" Jiang Ran patted his chest as soon as he arrived.
"We agreed before, I'd treat you to Pian'erchuan noodles and two servings of Dongpo pork after the exam. Shall we go now?"
Lin Yuan smiled, but waved his hand and said, "Let's skip it today."
Jiang Ran's face instantly fell.
"I need to go to the trading market to sell off the loot in my bag and buy some things. I also need to change these clothes."
Lin Yuan tugged at his collar, which was torn in several places, and continued, "Next time. Anyway, I've already added your contact information, you can't run away."
Jiang Ran glanced at his tattered black clothes and the backpack that bulged like a small hill, and her slumped face bounced back.
"Okay! You said it! Next time! I'll treat you to a meal when I'm in Shanghai!"
"make a deal!"
Lin Yuan smiled and patted Jiang Ran on the shoulder, then nodded to Chen Mo and Song Zhiyi as a farewell.
Lin Yuan waved his hand and disappeared into the crowd.
......
At the entrance of the combat training base.
As soon as the automatic door opened, the flash of the camera almost blinded Lin Yuan.
Seven or eight reporters blocked the doorway, pointing their microphones at him, almost shoving them into his mouth.
The female reporter at the very front, wearing high heels, was pushing the most aggressively. Her microphone had a label that read "Hangzhou Metropolitan Daily" on it, and she spoke as fast as a machine gun.
"Lin Yuan! I'm a reporter from the Hangzhou Metropolitan Daily! What are your thoughts on achieving the highest score in Hangzhou's college entrance examination with a score of 1756?"
What is your response to the viral video of a player defeating nine opponents in a single battle?
"Some netizens are questioning whether your actual superpower level is actually F-rank. How do you respond?"
"I'm from Hangzhou Express—"
"Was your duel with Han Feng pre-arranged or a last-minute decision?"
"I heard you've been accepted early by a university in Shanghai. Is that true?"
Seven or eight questions came at once, mixed with the clicking of camera shutters.
Lin Yuan was caught in the middle, and the smile on his face was almost frozen.
He opened his mouth, but hadn't yet figured out how to answer.
You can't exactly say, "Actually, I just wanted to kill a few more monsters to earn some ability points and make some extra money on the side."
Suddenly, a large hand reached out and pushed aside the microphone at the very front, which was about to poke Lin Yuan's nose.
With his imposing figure standing in front of Lin Yuan, the reporters' microphones all seemed to drop halfway.
The visitor was indeed Meng Hao.
"The exam has just ended, and the candidates need to rest." Meng Hao's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an aura of "I've finished speaking, you can leave now."
The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment.
Meng Hao has worked at the Hangzhou Superpower Association for decades; he is a senior and powerful individual.
The key point is that he doesn't accept interviews, doesn't accept any form of ingratiation, and doesn't eat or drink with any media people.
Journalists describe him as completely unyielding.
After a few seconds of silence, the reporters wisely put away their microphones and cameras, and dispersed in hushed tones.
Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Instructor Meng."
Meng Hao turned around and looked at him.
The head instructor's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, as if he were looking at something or thinking about something.
The way he looked at Lin Yuan was different from how he looked at the other candidates; it wasn't scrutiny or appreciation, but something more complex.
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