In an open space, a group of bruised and swollen physical arts students were sitting on the ground in disgrace. In front of them stood many students from the rules department.
Wang Qipeng looked at Zhang Yuchen condescendingly and said with a proud look on his face: "Zhang Yuchen, your class lost so miserably, will you still say that the rules system is at the bottom of the pile?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yuchen's face turned red and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't go too far. This time you are just relying on the large number of people. Otherwise, you have no chance of winning. If you are alone, none of you will be an opponent of our class!"
"Okay, if you lose, you lose. Why are you making so many excuses?" Wang Yizhen said with a smile: "Stop talking so much, just take the money and leave. I will leave you one credit, and then you can get out."
Faced with Wang Yizhen's unkind words, many students from the physical arts department looked unhappy, but considering that they were meat on the chopping board, they could only endure the anger in their hearts.
There is no way, who let yourself lose?
Faced with being eliminated, they still chose to spend money to avoid disaster. After all, they could still get credits, but there was only one exam spot. If they were eliminated, they would really be gone.
"Okay Zhang Yuchen, you ask your classmates to transfer their scores to me at once. I am Wang Qipeng from Class 55 of the Rules Department." Wang Qipeng suggested: "After all their scores are transferred to me, I will transfer the scores to the two
As a brother from the rules department, how about this?"
Having said this, Wang Qipeng looked at Wang Yizhen and me.
Hearing this, Wang Yizhen didn't have any objections. He has always been a person who is afraid of trouble, but I kept an eye on it, shook my head and said: "It's better to let the students from the physical arts department transfer the scores to Zhang Yuchen first, and then Zhang Yuchen will transfer the scores to Zhang Yuchen."
How about giving the score 50-50 to both of us?"
"Do you not trust me? Do you think I will trick you?" Wang Qipeng narrowed his eyes and said.
"I am doing this to avoid unnecessary trouble. If you are really unhappy, you can also ask the students in the physical arts department to transfer the scores to me, and then I will transfer them to you. What do you think?" I said with a smile.
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Having said that, I actually had a murmur in my heart.
I'm afraid this Wang Qipeng is seriously ill.
We don't know each other, so it's normal to be cautious, but he insists on talking about trust with me. Isn't this nonsense? After all, we are still competitors. How can there be any trust?
I feel that Wang Qipeng may have something wrong with him.
Thinking of this, I became more determined in my mind. This credit must not be placed in Wang Qipeng's hands.
On the other side, after hearing what I said, Wang Qipeng's expression changed, and finally he said unhappily: "Okay, since you said so, let's do what you said."
"Interesting." At this time, Zhang Yuchen, who was sitting on the ground and resting, suddenly spoke and sneered: "It seems that you two don't trust each other very much. Please don't fight again when you divide the spoils. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing?"
"I don't need to worry about it anymore, just transfer the money quickly." Wang Yizhen said calmly: "You'd better not play any tricks, otherwise I would rather send you back without any credits!"
After listening to Wang Yizhen's words, the faces of many students from the physical arts department changed. They could feel that Wang Yizhen was serious. Even Zhang Yuchen took a deep look at Wang Yizhen. After a while, he said to the classmates:
"Everyone transfer their credits to me, keep one for yourself, and give me the rest!"
Hearing this, many students from the physical arts department looked unhappy, but they still transferred money one after another. After a minute or so, the scores of the entire physical arts department were concentrated on Zhang Yuchen.
"What's your name, Jiang...what's Jiang?" Zhang Yuchen frowned.
"Oh, I am Wang Yizhen from Class 30 of the Rules Department." Wang Yizhen said.
"I knew the names you just mentioned were all fake names!" Zhang Yuchen said angrily.
"It's not a big problem. Jiang Ziping is my good brother. If you want to take revenge, just go to him." Wang Yizhen said with a smile.
Zhang Yuchen's face was gloomy. After some operations, Wang Yizhen soon received the transfer information. After seeing the transfer, Wang Yizhen said in surprise: "You are quite rich. There are actually three hundred and seventy cents. Doesn't that mean you have a total of three hundred and seventy cents?"
More than seven hundred credits?”
"I met a few unlucky guys on the road before, and I snatched them away. They were also from your rules system." At this point, Zhang Yuchen sounded a little gloating. Now that he has lost everything, he can only use this method to disgust us.
But we don't feel anything about it.
The rules system is just the rules system. We don’t know each other anyway. We have no sense of belonging or collective honor, let alone a major. Even if the classmates are fighting to the death, how can we care about the outside class?
Seeing our calm faces, Zhang Yuchen felt that he was asking for trouble, so he changed the topic and asked.
"The credits have been transferred, can you let us go this time?"