Facing the upcoming make-up exam in mathematics, beads of sweat overflowed from Goethe's forehead, flowed down his cheeks, and fell to the ground.
In Luster, he faced the extraordinary as a mortal without changing his expression.
He, in Hesetins, broke into the Wolf Kingdom army alone, entering and exiting seven times.
He, in Luteng City, competes in martial arts.
He has won seventy consecutive victories in the Bear Castle Arena and is unstoppable.
He can remain calm and composed in the face of even the most terrifying enemy.
But now, facing the make-up exam for mathematics, he panicked.
He was really panicked.
It was a panic!
Because Goethe knew very well that if you try anything, you will still have a chance.
If you don't fight, there will be no chance at all.
but!
Mathematics is different!
Mathematics is the most real. It will never deceive you. If you don’t know it, then you really can’t!
Why?
Why does this happen?
As an extraordinary person, I still take the exam?
Moreover, if you haven’t passed yet, you have to take a make-up exam?!
This is unreasonable!
Goethe roared in his heart, and the words in front of him began to appear——
[Entering the ‘Secret Realm’, determining...]
[With the ‘secret key’, the judgment is passed! 】
[The holder is entering for the second time and is being judged...]
[The judgment holder continues to walk in the ‘secret realm’ with his original identity, and the judgment is passed! 】
…
[Background: As a high school student, even if you run a folklore research institute and are already rich, you still have to face the things that high school students go through, some of which are happy, some of which are painful, and some of which are painful.
Some hardships; such as exams! Another example is that you have not passed the exam and need to make up the exam! Or the whole class has passed the exam, but you have not passed the exam! At this moment, you are sitting alone in the classroom, looking around blankly. You are not only confused, but also
It’s still very helpless! However, you only need to pass the make-up exam, and you can enjoy the summer vacation you are most looking forward to - this is your last summer vacation as a high school student, so you must cherish it...if you don’t repeat the grade.]
[Main mission: None]
[Stay time: four weeks (28/28)]
[Acquire a temporary language and disappear automatically when leaving the instance]
[The appearance is the same as when you first entered, and will be restored automatically when you leave the secret realm]
(Note 1: If you have obtained an identity in the ‘Secret Realm’, you will not need to complete the main mission.)
(Note 2: When four weeks have passed, you will leave the ‘secret realm’ immediately)
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"I, Goethe, the transcendent, repeat the grade?"
Goethe looked at [Background Introduction] and couldn't help but take a breath.
No matter what, he didn't want to repeat the grade.
Although this is not a matter of life and death.
But social death is more important than life and death.
Think about it——
I, Goethe, have finally become a ‘legend’.
You repeated a grade in high school.
I, Goethe, can finally retire without any worries.
You repeated a grade in high school.
I, Goethe, finally have three children.
You repeated a grade in high school.
hiss!
A topic like this suddenly appeared in Goethe's mind when a future child asked him, "Dad, did you really repeat a grade in high school?" Goethe clenched his fists in an instant.
no!
anyway!
I want to pass the exam!
Isn’t it just mathematics?
You made me anxious!
Goethe's fighting spirit was high. He picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and looked at the test paper with fighting spirit in his eyes.
Three minutes later...
What is this?
On the test paper, it says -
Please prove the following proposition:
1. For any positive integer a, there are integers b and c (b＜c), such that a, b, c form an arithmetic sequence.
2. There are infinitely many mutually dissimilar triangles △n, whose side lengths an, bn, and Cn are positive integers and an, bn, and Cn form an arithmetic sequence.
…
Goethe's eyes widened with confusion.
He blinked and looked hard at the test questions again, still confused.
What does this mean?
If they are separated, he probably recognizes them, but if they are connected together, why doesn't he know what they mean?
"Calm down! Goethe!"
"You haven't lost yet!"
"You still have one last trick - divination!"
"The person you are now is not the person you were before!"
"Now your [heart] has reached 4.4!"
There was hope in Goethe's eyes. He glanced at Teacher Judy who was sitting on the podium and looking through the test papers without noticing him. He immediately picked up the eraser and wrote the four options ABCD on four of the six sides.
, and then toss gently.
Blank side.
Toss again.
Still blank.
When Goethe was about to toss for the third time, he finally came to his senses.
This horse riding is a proof question!
Not a multiple choice question!
"Damn it!"
"Have I been affected by this invisible and inaudible terror?"
"Goethe, don't give up, there is still a chance!"
Goethe encouraged himself and took up writing again.
Five minutes later...
Alas, give up.
In life, as long as you are willing to give up, there is no threshold that you cannot overcome.
It sounds like who hasn’t taken the make-up exam yet?
If you fail the make-up exam, will you repeat the grade?
That's also normal.
It can be considered a very good attempt.
Right?
Goethe was lying on the math test paper, trying to comfort himself without tears - he was in a trance at this moment, and he had no choice but to do anything.
Even if you ask him to copy a math problem of this level, he will make mistakes.
Just when Goethe was really about to cry——
"Hey!"
"I got the wrong test paper!"
Teacher Judy stood up with a red face, ran over a little at a loss, and looked at Goethe.
"Sorry, Goethe!"
"This test paper is a competition question, not your cram test paper!"
"This was my mistake!"
Teacher Judy said and bowed.
Suddenly, the waves surged.
Goethe regained a little energy and asked slightly tentatively.
"Then make up the exam..."
"We will make up the exam next time. Today is my fault. I will declare it to the school. Also, I have to send this exam paper to the competition class now - they must be wondering why the exam paper is so bad this time.
It’s easy.”
After saying that, Teacher Judy picked up the test paper and left in a hurry.
Goethe sat up straight and looked at the closed classroom door.
At this moment, he admitted that people are indeed different.
Some people are really talented.
Some people can only choose to be decent.
"There's still a chance!"
Goethe sighed softly.
He felt that as long as he left this examination room, he would be completely resurrected.
Simply packing up his schoolbag, Goethe walked out of the classroom with ease - at this moment, in his mind, he already had a complete and detailed plan for passing the exam.
An invisible 'blood crow spirit' has already followed Teacher Judy.
Surveillance? Peeping?
None.
He just wanted to better protect Teacher Judy.
After all, this city has become a lot more dangerous because of his arrival.
Goethe walked outside and thought.
There was a lot of trouble when he left last time.
The situation is unclear now, so we must inquire in detail.
Although the 'mysterious power' of the dungeon world in front of him probably wouldn't cause any harm to him, the 'technological power' was different. He remembered that there seemed to be a 'nuclear level' here too!
He doesn't have the strength to stand up to the 'Nuke Ping'.
Therefore, you still have to keep a low profile in front of ordinary people.
Moreover, it seems that in the world in front of us, 'mystery' and 'science' have reached some kind of consensus and exist in a non-interfering way - of course, saboteurs and exploiters often appear.
For example, Congressman Burton.
I don’t know how the other party is doing?
If he's not dead, he'll take another stab.
If he dies, then everyone will be happy and the whole world will celebrate.
He didn't want cockroaches to show up while he was planning something more important.
"Goethe!"
Just as Goethe was thinking, a familiar voice appeared.
An Zheng, a tall man with short, neat hair, leaned against a heavy motorcycle and waved and smiled at him. Then, he threw the helmet in his hand towards Goethe.
"Get in the car."
Policewoman An said.
Goethe put on his helmet without hesitation, and even hugged Ann without hesitation.
"Be gentle, you hurt me."
"I'm asking you to be gentle, I'm not asking you to change places."
"No, no, it can't work there, it's not safe."
When Goethe said that he could put his hands on the back of the motorcycle, An immediately stopped.
In the end, he had no choice but to let Goethe hug him again.
"I'll drive next time."
An said this.
"Well, the car is spacious."
Goethe spoke cheerful words with a serious expression.
It's just that An is a little unhappy.
The policewoman with an unknown identity immediately turned the handle of the motorcycle. The motorcycle was speeding even faster. Normal people would scream in fright. Goethe was a normal person, so he not only shouted, but also put his face on
Put it on your back.
"you?!"
An's body stiffened.
Then, thoughts appeared in his eyes.
"Is it difficult to make up the exam?"
An suddenly asked.
Goethe, who was squinting his eyes, also stiffened.
"It's not difficult."
"Judy got the wrong test paper."
Goethe sat up straight and explained in a more serious tone than ever before.
"oh……"
"It's not terrible to repeat a grade."
"The high school in Star City is very good."
Allah spoke in a longer tone.
"yes."
"You are really good if you like watching a high school student who is repeating a grade dance the Gatling dance."
Goethe nodded.
Face?
Of course he wants to.
But, not now.
Thinking of Goethe's white shirt, Ann's face suddenly turned red, and the policewoman also noticed that she seemed unable to 'convince' Goethe and immediately changed the subject.
"I need your help if I need anything."
"Know."
"That's why you got in the car happily?"
"No, I just like sitting in the back seat."
Goethe said of course.
"I'm serious."
"I'm serious too."
An emphasized, and Goethe also emphasized.
If she wasn't riding a motorcycle, Ann would really want to punch Goethe.
Is this mathematics?
Really scary!
It actually made Goethe, a warrior who had experienced the baptism of blood and fire, become a little abnormal!
Fortunately, I don’t have to take the make-up exam!
An felt a little distressed, but also thought a little thankfully.
Then, she skipped over these minor issues, even though Goethe hugged her tighter and rubbed his face against her.
"When you went to investigate the 'incident', a murder occurred in the southern suburbs of Star City - a male tenant killed the child of a single mother."
Goethe did not rush, he listened patiently.
He believed that if it was just an ordinary case, An would not come to him.
There must be something unusual about it.
In fact, this is also true.
"It has been classified as a homicide, and the murderer is the male tenant, but I looked through the transcript and asked Shosta to investigate the other party."
"He has no criminal record, no bad habits, and no mental illness. He has excellent academic performance and has passed the 'judicial examination.' He only needs to complete a simple interview in September to become a judge - he has no
Reason to kill."
"Then I investigated the single mother, and there was nothing suspicious about her."
"But then when I investigated the landlord and the house, I discovered something was wrong."
"In the past fifteen years, 11 tenants have disappeared there."
"The missing persons are both men and women. What concerns me most is that these people all have surnames..."
"George!"
"George?"
Goethe narrowed his eyes.
"That's right, George!"
"And it's the same George you know as the genius George."
An nodded.
"Are they descendants of the genius George?"
Goethe asked.
It was about [bloody honor], and Goethe immediately became serious.
"I can't tell. I can only say that the surname is 'George'. As for whether he is a descendant of Mr. George?"
"You can ask Wharton George personally later!"
Ann sped up.
The motorcycle arrived at Star City Prison at a high speed - because, it has been initially determined that Wharton George had already left the police station detention center and entered the prison.
This is inconsistent with the judicial process.
But no one cares.
Except for Wharton George himself.
This man, who was a law student with a bright future just a few days ago, has encountered the most unforgettable thing in his life in the past few days.
nightmare.
bloody.
mouse.
Almost every dirty thing he could think of appeared before his eyes.
Moreover, they seem to be magically connected to each other.
final?
Pushing him into a desperate situation.
Wharton George sat on the narrow bed board and looked at the wall outside the prison in a daze - in the first two days, he kept stating that he wanted to find a lawyer, and even that he could defend himself.
But the subsequent baton made him realize that things were not as simple as he thought.
The shortage of food and drinking water that followed made him rationally stop shouting.
He just sat there.
He was thinking about what to do.
But he...
There is no way!
Because he knew that it was impossible for anyone to believe what happened to him.
That's really ridiculous!
What's worse is that the guy won't let him go!
He firmly believed.
In fact, when there was a rustling sound in the corner, Wharton knew that the guy was coming.
"In Star City, you are not the only one who has such power."
"There is another Excellency who also has it."
"'Folklore Scholar' Goethe Winchester."
"If I die here, he will definitely notice that something is wrong, he will definitely investigate what happened, and you will definitely be exposed."
Wharton worked hard to find a stove for himself.
But it doesn't help at all.
A dark-skinned mouse came in from the corner.
It expands in size.
He quickly transformed into a short, dirty man.
The other party was as short as a dwarf, and his face was even more ugly. His hair and beard had already been stuck together. When he heard the young law student's words, the other party smiled.
The already ugly face was suddenly distorted to the extreme.
"Goethe Winchester?"
"Who is he?"
"One lucky guy!"
"If it were his adoptive father, I would still avoid him!"
"As for him?"
"Even if he appears in front of me now, at this moment, I will let him understand what true strength is!"
"And, do you really think he will show up?"
"You don't understand our world at all!"
The other party said with an arrogant attitude and a gloomy tone.
"Help...uh!"
When Wharton saw that the delaying strategy failed, he was about to shout, but the dwarf jumped up, grabbed his neck, and pushed him down on the bed.
The young man immediately turned his eyes white.
The other party smiled ferociously and used his palms hard to accurately deal with this unexpected guy.
But at this moment, a clear voice sounded behind the other party——
"Oh, what is strength?"
PS Feilong is adjusting his schedule and should be able to return to the normal amount of updates tomorrow~
