Click!
The cold virtual cabin was opened, and Yang Fan sat up from the cabin with a confused look on his face. His eyes were not focused and his mind was still blank.
He couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.
He had just been in Chengdu killing monsters, saving human beings, experiencing the tide of spiritual power, and experiencing the pleasure of rapid upgrades.
Why was he sitting in this cold machine that looked like a coffin the next second
What does it mean that the game time is over? Isn't he in a dream now
When those memory fragments in the mind are revived, they will always play such a trick, and their subconscious will instantly possess the subject of the memory to passively appreciate the most profound experience in the subject's memory.
This time, it seemed to feel a little different. The numbness on my body was too real, and it was no longer from God's perspective, but my consciousness was truly integrated with this body.
brush!
The faint lights in the room turned on, and on a display screen less than two meters opposite Yang Fan, a string of information suddenly appeared, and at the same time, a very familiar voice to Yang Fan sounded on the screen.
"Student Yang Fan, your score in this assessment is C or above. You failed the assessment. I hope you will continue to work hard next time and work hard to get into the prestigious federal school you want!"
Yang Fan was startled and quickly looked up. Isn't this the reminder sound from the guy in the system? Why did it come into his dream
Yang Fan's personal results seemed to be recorded on the electronic screen. Yang Fan looked at it carefully and quickly saw clearly what was written on it:
Name: Yang Fan
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Martial Arts Level: Martial Arts Level 2
Class: Grade 3, Class 29
Assessment time: 8 hours
Assessment content: In the game "Salvation", successfully reverse the decline of the human race before the end of the world, spread martial arts, expose the conspiracy of the demon clan, and save more compatriots of the human race.
Assessment result: C (failed)
System evaluation: The candidate has a correct mind and has the heart to save the human race and inspire the human race. However, he lacks a sense of the overall situation, has no leadership or command abilities, has average martial arts talent, and lacks spiritual talent. Character defects: low self-esteem, mania, stubbornness, certain psychological risks, mild persecution delusion, it is recommended to carry out psychological intervention treatment.
Note: The above results are all independently judged by the "Salvation" Intelligence Brain. They are true and valid without any human intervention. Within three days after the assessment, candidates can check the assessment results at any time.
Yang Fan was confused for a while, how could he become that loser with only a second-level martial arts apprentice again
Also, what the hell is this Salvation game
Isn't the mock exam held in the eastern suburbs of Xichu City? Why has it turned into a game now
Yang Fan had a splitting headache. It didn't seem like he was dreaming, but he still seemed to be dreaming. What was going on
"Student Yang Fan, the assessment has ended, please leave immediately!"
"Student Yang Fan, the assessment has ended, please leave immediately!"
A familiar urging voice came from the screen again. Yang Fan frowned and tried his best to get out of the virtual cabin. He walked towards the door of the room in a daze. He wanted to take a look outside. Maybe there would be something different outside. clue.
brush!
As soon as Yang Fan walked to the door, the camera on the door automatically scanned and the door opened automatically.
"Xiaofan! You're coming out!"
As soon as Yang Fan went out, a familiar middle-aged woman grabbed his arm and asked him in a sharp voice: "The assessment has ended long ago, why did you come out? I told you a long time ago, don't pay too much attention to the assessment. After graduation, you can help your father in the store and support your family."
"If you really want to go to school, ask your dad to enroll you in a martial arts school, and you can still continue to practice martial arts."
"Don't always think about going out of the city. So many people in the demon hunting team die every year. If you follow them out, will I be able to sleep every day in the future?"
The woman pulled Yang Fan and kept chattering, but it made Yang Fan's heart feel warm again and again. His lonely and confused mood dissipated, and the memories that originally belonged to this body began to soak into his blank space like a tide. A piece of brain.
"Mom, stop talking!" Yang Fan yelled naturally, looking calmly at the woman in front of him who had raised him for eighteen years, and said solemnly: "You don't have to worry about me, I have grown up, and, I’m already used to it, it’s just a mock test and it won’t hit me at all.”
Comrade Zhao Linglan was startled when he heard this, and looked up at his eldest son seriously, feeling a little sour in his heart. This sentence was already used to it, and it contained all the bitterness and pain of the child's three years of high school.
She raised her hand and touched Yang Fan's somewhat cold face, held his head to her forehead, and said gently: "Silly son, martial arts talent is never left to your own devices. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Let's go, follow mom. Go home, your dad made you your favorite egg noodles!"
Yang Fan's eyes lit up: "Did the store receive eggs again?"
"Yes, I just received two turkey eggs weighing a hundred kilograms from your Uncle Zhang. I sold one and kept the other just for you and my sister." Zhao Linglan took Yang Fan's arm and walked out. As he walked, he said, "Let's go back now. Maybe your dad has already finished it!"
No one mentioned the issue of assessment scores again. For a student who came last in every assessment, it was meaningless to ask about exam results.
Although the assessment this time is extremely different. For the first time, high school graduates in the entire federation will try out a 100% virtual game cabin for a virtual simulation assessment. However, no matter what, the assessment is ultimately inseparable from strength and talent.
Therefore, Zhao Linglan knew very well that for her eldest son Yang Fan, the results of any assessment were almost the same, so it was better not to ask.
"Son, is your brain okay?" After taking two steps, Zhao Linglan suddenly stopped again and looked at Yang Fan seriously: "When I saw you coming out just now, you looked blank, as if you didn't recognize me at all. Same, it’s not because your memory is confused and you haven’t woken up from the virtual assessment yet, right?”
"Really?" Yang Fan felt a little guilty, "I just felt a little confused just now, and my mind was indeed a little unclear. But now I'm much better, and I have remembered everything."
"Look, how could my feelings be wrong?" Zhao Linglan looked as if she was indeed so, and then began to complain: "I really don't understand why the federation would use such a highly virtualized device to give you accurate information. For warriors. I heard that even the most determined warriors may lose themselves in virtual games and cannot distinguish between virtuality and reality. The side effects are not small!"
Yang Fan nodded and added: "It is indeed difficult to distinguish the virtual scene, but the federal government naturally has its own considerations in doing this. How can we little white people have the right to intervene? I believe that the federal government will not harm us!"
Zhao Linglan rolled her eyes at her son: "Of course I know what is right and wrong, but I'm worried that your head will be muddled. I heard that the virtual game has quite a lot of side effects. If you feel something is wrong, you must tell me Tell mom, you know?"
Yang Fan nodded repeatedly, but his mind was still recalling his great achievements in Chengdu, and he began to feel a little dazed again.
In the corridors and on campus, Yang Fan saw many familiar faces, Hua Yue, Xia Zixuan, Yan Han, and Teacher Wang Zhe who was wearing sunglasses and walking with his head held high. These people were all still alive and well.
Not only them, the South China Martial Arts School, Xichu City, and the millions of citizens in Xichu City are also alive and well.
There is no battle to destroy the city, no system to carry around, and no template for the protagonist to travel to the beginning of the apocalypse and act as the savior.
Everything he had experienced before was all a game, a virtual life.
Being pulled by Zhao Linglan towards the school gate, the moment he passed by teacher Wang Zhe, an uncontrollable impulse suddenly arose in Yang Fan's heart. He couldn't help but block Wang Zhe's way and asked Wang Zhe directly. : "Teacher Wang, are you from Yancheng? Graduated from the Federal Martial Arts School? There is also a squad leader named Sun Yan who has always had a crush on you?"
Wang Zhe was stunned, glanced at Yang Fan doubtfully, raised his hand to take off the sunglasses on his face, and stared at Yang Fan with a somewhat unhappy expression: "Little classmate, the news is very well-informed! Tell me, where did you get the news? This information? Although my information is not top secret, few people in this Xichu City can know it."
Yang Fan's body froze, and his mind was in confusion.
Judging from Wang Zhe's expression, he seems to have admitted his identity, but how is this possible? Those are all virtual scenes and memories. How can they match reality
Coincidence
Seeing that Yang Fan seemed to have angered the handsome teacher in front of him, Zhao Linglan quickly pulled Yang Fan aside and tried to smooth things over for him with a smile.
"Teacher Wang, right? You must not argue with this child. He has just come out of the mock exam and his mind is not fully awake yet. He is talking nonsense and cannot be taken seriously. Just now, even my own mother I don’t even recognize it.”
After apologizing, without waiting for Wang Zhe to say anything, Zhao Linglan took Yang Fan and left quickly. She was almost trotting, and she was out of the school gate in a short time.
Wang Zhe stood there speechlessly looking at the mother and son, but his eyes were always fixed on Yang Fan.
"Is it really just nonsense? How could the nonsense reveal all my details? I have almost forgotten the name Sun Yan. How could he know it?"
"He still has a secret love. Who told him such a secret thing? It's so boring!"
With doubts in his heart, Wang Zhe turned around and continued walking to his office.
A monk who could run away could not run away from the temple. He remembered that the boy seemed to be a celebrity in Class 29. He should have a nickname called "The Shame of South China". It was not difficult to find him.
(End of chapter)