"Wait a minute... what homework correction?" Simmons was so anxious that he only had to ask this question.
The homework book didn't answer his words. It slapped the soft paper lightly, dazzling Simmons so much that he could barely see the questions on it clearly. He boldly reached out and pressed the paper, and then he saw the first question on it: 1+1=2.
Workbook: "Please mark √ if correct, and mark x if incorrect."
"Of course that's right."
Workbook: "Please use a pen to mark your homework. Marking by mouth will not work."
“…”
When he really wanted to write and tick the boxes, Simmons was hesitant. The scene in front of him was too weird. Are these questions really as simple as they appear
He looked towards Abe unconsciously, asking her for help with his eyes. Fortunately, although it looked like an unexpected exam, there was no "examination room discipline" here, and the homework was indifferent to his request for help outside the venue.
It's strange to say that he and the boss are both standing in this room, so why is he the only one who needs to endure this kind of "torture"
Abe had just tried to open the door, but after entering the "correction time", the door could not be opened. The mission can only be completed here.
She poked the homework book with her finger and saw it ducking back as if it was ticklish, which was a bit interesting.
She scratched it like a kitten, thought for a while and said, "I remember you just checked that desk. Are there any other homework books, test papers or scratch paper in it?"
Test paper
He did find the room master's test paper in the desk...
Simmons suddenly realized that most of the exam questions came from the homework book, and vice versa. The questions in the homework book were all preparations for the exam paper, so the questions on both sides might be able to corroborate each other. He quickly took out the test papers from the drawer and quickly looked through them.
On the page of the mathematics paper, there is indeed a question "1+1=?". The childish pencil calligraphy writes "2", followed by a red check mark, indicating that it is correct.
Before returning to his workbook, he checked the first question.
Question 2: Which ball is closest to you? Answer: The planet beneath my feet.
Abe: "Isn't it an eyeball?"
The planet is very close, but the eyeball is at a negative distance, which is indeed more like the correct answer.
Simmons, who was looking through the test paper diligently, paused for a moment. He didn't know whether to follow the boss's answer directly, but he turned another page and found that this question already appeared on the test paper, and the answer in the homework book was correct.
The homework book over there was twisted left and right, and the corners of the pages stretched forward, like a little animal peeping its head, looking at the red check mark that Simmons put on it, laughing.
This reminded Simmons of the ball in the first level, and he felt a little confused. He didn't know whether his correction was correct. However, his slowed down movements made the homework book very dissatisfied, and he immediately said: "Please don't be distracted. The time limit is 10 minutes, and 5 minutes have passed."
Abe asked: "What will happen if the time is up and it's not finished?"
"It's okay, it just needs to be re-corrected."
There are ten questions on this page, one question per minute. The questions are so varied and bizarre that even if Simmons speeds up after listening to them, it will be too late. When he checked the seventh question, the homework book had already started shouting: "Countdown to 5 seconds."
Simmons broke out in a sweat: "Hey, wait...!"
"5."
"4."
"Fool!"
"1."
"Okay, start over. Please mark the test paper again."
Simmons was agitated by an exercise book and said angrily: "It's not a 5-second countdown, what about 3 and 2?!"
"Stupid, 2 seconds." It cursed again in a long voice.
“…”
At this time, the four red I had to break out in a cold sweat.
He raised his arm and saw that the red cross symbol had become a bright red scar, branded on his skin.
You don't need to think about it to know that his health must have been reduced.
Damn game!
And the homework book didn’t seem to be in a good mood. It flipped through the pages and cursed: “You’re so stupid, you’re so stupid!”
The pain made Simmons calm down a little and he did not fight back with words.
Seeing it turn to a new page, the questions on it were completely different from the ones he had looked for before.
He suddenly remembered something and frowned: "No, isn't it the homework Zach wrote today? Can this also be changed?"
The homework book said confidently: "Of course! Zach wrote a lot of homework today, enough for you to correct... If you are still alive, hum!"
"Okay." He laughed angrily, "Come again!"
Seeing his anger, Abe took back some of the information she had discovered. It just so happened that she could verify it again.
This time Simons sped up and checked eight questions. During the countdown, he also blindly confused the last two questions, one √ and one x. He also wrote down the total score of 60 points based on the score of ten points for each question. It's a pity that fate did not favor him.
"It's a pity." Workbook said angrily, "Do it again!"
The bleeding wound appeared on his body again in a strange way.
Simmons' face turned pale, and he felt the weakness of the hidden blood value, but he could only grit his teeth and said, "Do it again!" And with his body injured, his condition would only get worse each time. He now knew how people who entered this town disappeared. They might not have met other players at all, but were consumed by the "levels" in these games.
Abe stopped him, looked at the homework book and asked: "I want to know, who is the role we play? Teacher or parent?"
The homework book unexpectedly fell silent and did not answer her question.
Simmons was keenly aware that Abe had discovered the key problem. He immediately became alert and tortured the "workbook" to extract a confession. "Yes, who are we? If we can change children's homework, we should play the role of someone who is responsible for him." Talk about a very important role.”
The homework book hesitated for a moment, then Tanjiao said, "It's impossible for me to answer it anyway."
But his attitude says something.
"Well, can I help him correct it?"
"Okay, there are no rules for this."
Abe took the red pen from Simmons.
It seemed to have a good impression of Abe, and the speed of turning pages again was deliberately slow, at least slower than before, so that Simmons could vaguely see children's random graffiti on some pages, but it only passed by briefly. He turned to the next page without seeing it clearly, and finally it stopped, with a repeated question on it.
Simons suddenly felt a little more confident, "Shall I check the answer for you? I'm already very skilled at finding it."
In such a situation where injuries are added to injuries, the only key to breaking the game is that he has an impression of the questions he has read and its front and back, which can speed up the search time. With such an advantage, he certainly would not let Abe fall to the same fate as him.
Abe shook her head at him. Before he could understand what she meant, she had already held the pen and crossed an x on the first question. Then he hit three x's downwards in succession, catching Simmons off guard.
Seeing that Abe was about to hit another X, Simmons suddenly realized, "No, the answer to this question is correct."
The fifth question was a question he had encountered before. He remembered that the boss replied that the answer was "eyeballs." If you think about it carefully, there are indeed many answers to this question, but there is only one answer given in the game. No matter how you think about it, it cannot be wrong.
He wanted to hold down Abe's grading hand, and at least let her think clearly before writing. But the homework book saw through his intentions and shouted to stop: "People outside the venue should not interfere."
He took a step slower and could only watch Abe continue to play as he pleased.
With such efficiency in grading, Aibe didn't even spend more than a minute. He only paused for a moment on one of the math questions and put a √ mark.
There is no need to calculate the total score. If only one question is correct, it will naturally only have 10 points.
Simmons's face was extremely serious. From what he had just experienced, he could tell that the more red x's there were on the homework book, the more wounds he would have on his body if he could not clear the game. All wrong symbols typed on the test paper will be faithfully engraved into people's flesh and blood.
He didn't know if Abe could withstand so many wounds when his health had been reduced.
If nothing else, he didn't think he could make it through this town without her being eliminated.
Just when he was on tenterhooks and nervous, Abe suddenly picked up his pen and drew a vertical line on the black underline that marked the total score. Then he turned his wrist and drew two zeros.
She scored 100 points.
The red 100 points is particularly shocking when the paper is covered with red crosses.
"...You hit an extra 0?"
Even though she asked this question, Simmons still couldn't believe that she made a mistake.
"No." Abe gave him a look of affirmation, "It's just a 100-point score."
The wood has become a boat.
Simmons' eyes fell uncertainly on the homework, but he saw that the homework that had just been facing him was suddenly covered with the right corner of the paper, as if he was shy after being kissed on the forehead. , and also let out a chuckle.
The bright red 100 points broke away from the paper, danced a tap dance in the air, and sprinkled a handful of sparkling ribbons for himself, as if to celebrate a victory. The red x on the question suddenly rotated, from a red on the ground.
"Congratulations, you passed!"
Simmons picked up the small medicine boxes and counted them. There were nine in total. He looked at Abe, still a little confused, "Is this the end?"
What did the boss do
Could it be that the secret to grading homework is to do whatever you want? !
Abe took a medicine box from him and opened it. There was a roll of bandages and a blood tonic inside. She wrapped the bandage casually, and took the rust-flavored blood tonic as a drink, drinking it slowly and slowly. Explain to Simmons: "When you were grading your homework, did you feel weird?"
"It's a little strange..."
The whole scene is fucking weird, there's just a little bit of weirdness here and there!
But Abe was able to analyze the logic of this ridiculous game for him in such a weird situation.
Her voice was thin and soft, as if it could be hidden by a gust of wind, but it made Simmons concentrate and listen carefully.
"Under normal circumstances, do you need to count the scores after marking the homework? This is rare. It is more common to score on the test paper. So in fact, in this scenario, it should be more reasonable to use the homework as a question bank to find answers and the test paper as the target for correction. ,right?"
"Indeed." Simmons plunged into her logical thinking, finally discovered the violation and nodded. The game came so suddenly that he didn't have much time to think about it, and the inconsistencies in these details were easily overlooked.
"But the game is not set up in the most reasonable way, which means there may be some problems. Besides, as for the people who correct the questions, since we are qualified to correct Zach's homework, we play the role of either his teacher or his parents."
She had raised this question in the game. Although Simmons also followed her to question the homework book, in fact, he couldn't understand the meaning of which role they played.
"It told us the answers to these questions from the beginning." Abe pointed at the homework book. "Every time the game is reset, it will turn pages randomly. In fact, it is reminding you that there are clues here. If you look carefully, you can read it. There are many pages with children’s random graffiti. So why is it a homework book? Parents cannot mark test papers, and there cannot be graffiti on the test paper, and clues cannot be passed on. So parents-workbooks-doodles, the three elements combine It makes sense to be together.”
For Abe, these questions are very simple and can be figured out in the blink of an eye. The reason why she bothers to explain to Simmons is just to tell the audience of the live broadcast.
But in fact, the situation this time was completely different from what Abe had imagined. The audience had already gotten the "correct answer" from other live broadcast rooms.
Because of this, they were in deep confusion at the moment.
[Yes, this level is very simple. The male anchor triggered it too early and did not find the most useful clues. ]
[… Wait, what’s the connection between the workbook and the test paper? What is the anchor saying? ]
[? ? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ? ? ? ]
[Did I lose my memory? I remember that there are two props in this level. The test paper is easy to find, but the answer process is very difficult. It requires the cooperation of multiple people to improve the efficiency of finding answers. Another key prop is the pair of glasses worn on the bear. Wearing them can help determine whether the questions are right or wrong. A ten-minute game is more than enough. What is the operation of directly scoring 100 points? Doesn't the question need to be answered correctly? ! ]
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