Seeing the shocked expressions on the examiners' faces, Nan Wukong felt that his hundred points were well spent.
Speaking of which, why does a computer cost 00 points and two skills cost only 100 points?
I can’t think of riding my sister!
After the performance, the examiner gave Nan Wukong a score, and his score was estimated to be first in the class.
"Classmate Nan Wukong, do you have any acting experience?" asked a female teacher who looked like a good person.
"No, just playing and singing." Nan Wukong waved his hand. He was very satisfied with passing the exam without any danger. Now he just wanted to drink water to calm down his shock.
"So, would Nan Wukong want to work in music? Or become an idol." An examiner asked.
"I don't have this idea. I'm just fine writing novels." Nan Wukong didn't have the slightest idea of becoming a member of that circle. In that circle... all intrigues and intrigues were trivial. There was no moral integrity, no lower limit, and no principles. They were all hidden.
There are all kinds of rules and methods, including drug use, poisoning, car accidents, spreading rumors, and other dirty methods that will always catch you.
conflict!
The judges looked at each other, discussed for a while, and announced Nan Wukong's results.
After receiving the results, Nan Wukong left the class under the envious eyes of his classmates.
He had just left the classroom and the rewards for the temporary mission had been distributed.
It was still the same situation as when he came out of Lake Toya. The black hole appeared out of thin air, and a syringe filled with forgiveness solution fell down. Nan Wukong quickly caught it.
"Is this the so-called body strengthening potion? Why is it so disgusting..." Nan Wukong looked at the syringe with disgust. The most important thing is that this horse is a "syringe"!
You have to inject yourself!
Can't it be given orally?
It’s just a disguised form of tricking people!
Putting the syringe away, Nan Wukong quickly entered the toilet. It wasn't time for school yet and he had nothing to do, so...
He looked at the syringe hesitantly. The green solution inside looked like slime. This kind of thing can really strengthen the body. Are you sure it doesn't transform the body into a tentacle monster? Slime?
Maintaining a skeptical attitude, Nan Wukong sat on the toilet for ten minutes.
Perhaps because it finally couldn't stand Nan Wukong's behavior, the system proactively issued a prompt: "The basic body strengthening drug is the diluted version of the super soldier serum injected into Captain America, which can only slightly improve physical fitness and has no side effects. Human beings can only be injected once in their lifetime.
Redeem points: 500.”
Nan Wukong looked at the green potion in the syringe in disbelief.
Is this the color of the serum Captain America injected? Don’t lie to me because I study less and skip classes more! I pushed the frame of my glasses with my middle finger. It would be a pity not to throw them away. Nan Wukong simply pulled out the protective shield on the needle tip.
With the syringe, he tapped a blood vessel on his arm, gritted his teeth, took out his manly force, and pricked himself a little harder.
Something unexpected happened to Nan Wukong. As soon as the needle tip penetrated the blood vessel, the serum was injected into the body by itself.
It turns out that you only need to prick it yourself, and there is no need to press down and inject manually... If I had known... I wouldn't have done it by myself. It hurts!
Rubbing his arms, a manly man can bend and stretch, but he feels aggrieved by the pain and is looking for something to compensate for himself at night!
I felt it and found that there was no change in my body. "Is this thing really useful?"
He touched the lock that looked like the toilet door and pulled it open. What he didn't find was that Nan Wukong accidentally pulled the lock and broke it.
Looking at the handle in his hand, Nan Wukong was shocked. Although he had to use some strength because the lock was a little tight, he wouldn't be able to pull it off directly.
He threw the palm-long syringe and the finger-long handle into the toilet and flushed it. He didn't care whether it would clog the toilet or not.
He returned to the homeroom, packed up his things, and then walked to the first-grade art classroom. He didn't know how Mashiro was doing with his exam, so he wanted to go check it out.
After finding Mashiro's class, the exam was still in progress. Looking at Mashiro from the window above the door, thinking hard and looking a little dazed, Nan Mukong couldn't help but smile.
After watching for a while, Nan Wukong went downstairs and found a bench, sitting on it and playing with his mobile phone. Not long after, someone suddenly sat next to Nan Wukong.
"Misaki? Are your exams over?"
"Our exam is different from the first grade exam! Ours is a life drawing exam." Misaki said with a smile.
"Speaking of which, you're about to graduate."
Misaki nodded and looked a little lonely, not knowing what else to think about.
"What are you thinking about? You can't bear to live on campus anymore?"
"Yes, but I won't be able to live in Sakurasou after graduation."
"What are your plans after graduation, Misaki?"
"Originally, there was, but..." Misaki looked downcast, it was rare to see her like this.
"What happened?" Nan Wukong asked with a frown.
Misaki shook her head and didn't want to say more.
"Does Sora-chan have any dreams?" Misaki suddenly asked.
"What kind of dream? Does every man have it or is it just something I yearn for?"
Misaki thought for a moment, "What's the difference between the former and the latter?"
"Of course. Every man's dream is to have a harem... Just his desire is probably to achieve a small goal."
"Sora-chan, it's so frightening to say something like that so bluntly! What's your little goal?"
"Probably just make it 100 million first!"
"ah?"
"If you earn 100 million and buy Sakura Village, will you be willing to come back and live there?" (To be continued)