After watching his younger brother enter the room dedicated to testing, DeWitt sighed helplessly and angrily. Just now, he specifically asked the person in charge of the college about the content of this entrance test.
The person in charge was a little hesitant at first, after all, these contents generally need to be kept confidential. However, after thinking about the overwhelming power of the Lindbergh family in the empire, I still chose to tell him the content of this entrance test.
The entrance test of St. Mia College this time is simpler and more crude than before. In addition to the fixed written test that tests necessary knowledge each time, there is also a practical test.
This practical test used virtual technology to allow candidates to enter the virtual world for assessment. The academy has set up a total of twenty-five levels. Only those who pass fifteen levels or more are eligible to enter the academy for further study. The first level is a battle with a mecha controlled by the brain, and the difficulty increases after that. At the last level, there will even be professor-level characters. Finally, the students are ranked based on their test scores, and the top 100 students can be admitted.
Generally speaking, with the current virtual technology, the combat effectiveness of the virtual world will not deviate too much from the real world, so the academy did not play any tricks this time, and just relied on strength.
After the person in charge finished speaking, he asked DeWitt to keep it secret. After hearing this, DeWitt agreed with mixed emotions.
If they hadn't known that only a few of them knew that his younger brother was coming to the academy, DeWitt would have suspected that the dean and his younger brother had colluded long ago. With this kind of rule, isn't this blatantly cheating on his younger brother? ! 3S level of mental power, who can stop it!
After contacting the combat effectiveness of an unreliable friend, the Brigadier General became disheartened. If it weren't for his aristocratic qualities, DeWitt would have wanted to rush into the dean's office and grab an old fox by the collar and roar.
Wouldn't it be better to just throw people into remote galaxies to kill the buggers like we did in previous years? It just happened that this year I played like this!
The very uneasy Brigadier went crazy for a while. Then he had to admit that under this examination model, the possibility of his younger brother being admitted was really... so high that it made him despair. For example, suppose he thought that the probability of his younger brother being admitted was 0.01% and the probability of being rejected was 99.9%. Now the situation is completely reversed.
Thinking of the old man at home blowing his beard and staring in anger when he knew the plan failed, DeWitt silently mourned for his father for three seconds in his heart. Although he was actually more gloating about his misfortune at the moment. Just talking about embarrassing the old man in the family, DeWitt wanted to give 32 likes to his younger brother.
Just as he thought of this, the Brigadier General's personal terminal rang. DeWitt took a look and saw that the caller was his old man.
He hesitated for a moment and then chose to connect.
Just as he was about to tell the poor marshal who was still in the dark about the unfortunate news, the marshal's suppressed angry voice spoke up first. As he listened, DeWitt's handsome face suddenly darkened.
Several junior students who had originally wanted to approach the senior who had already graduated, retreated because of this incident. They carefully looked at this famous genius senior, and when they cleverly observed the anger on his face, they suddenly dispersed.
Some people who lost their ability to observe due to excitement were also pulled away rationally by the sidelines.
In fact, DeWitt was really in a bad mood at the moment. He closed the terminal with a sullen face. After learning something from his father, his originally helpless and somewhat proud good mood was completely ruined.
Turn on the optical brain on your wrist, and with a few quick operations, several red dots were marked on the map displayed by the optical brain. After a few cursory glances at the location of the red dot, the Brigadier left in a hurry.
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Ans Ayer, who had already completed the written examination and had just learned about the content of the assessment from the examiner, was in a daze for a rare moment. He is currently in the examination room in the virtual world, waiting for arrangements. There are also various mechas placed in the examination room for candidates to watch.
Most of the people who took the exam were nobles. Since they had never appeared in front of the nobles, most of them did not know Ansel's identity. Of course, there are people who have speculated on DeWitt's identity based on his previous actions, but they are only a minority.
The nobles who didn't know the truth saw that Ansel was plainly dressed and felt that he was not strong and was just a weak Bate. Seeing him being stunned at the mecha, they immediately regarded him as a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. Some people couldn't help but mock him openly and implicitly, and laughed at his overestimation of his abilities.
"I really don't know how some people got in! Those guys really let anyone in." Noble A was a little dissatisfied and muttered pointedly.
"Where is this country bumpkin from? Looking at his poor appearance, I'm afraid he has never even seen a mecha!" Noble B's face was full of contempt, his nostrils turned upward, as if he felt that even looking at him was dirtying his eyes.
"Bruce, don't say that. Maybe he has just stayed in the family for a long time and looks down on these ordinary mechas!" Noble C smiled and seemed to be excusing Ansel, but his tone was yin and yang.
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Hearing the ridicule of the nobles, the black-haired boy lowered his head sadly, with the long hair hanging down around his ears making his expression unclear. His behavior further fueled the arrogance of the nobles, and what he said became more and more excessive.
Seeing Feng Xiang going in the direction he wanted, Ans Aier being pointed by thousands of people, Jiali curled up the corners of his mouth proudly. He was the one who started the topic just now. He looked at Ansiel with contempt and disdain, and there was still a twisted look of jealousy on his beautiful face, which he concealed very well.
How can such a shameless guy be worthy of Mr. DeWitt! Kali sneered inwardly.
Just before, he happened to see Ansel and DeWitt's intimate behavior outside. Gary, who had admired DeWitt since he was a child, couldn't help but feel jealous of Ansel.
In his opinion, Ansel was nothing but a pretty face, and he was also a humble and weak B, who could not compare to him, an O with a pure and noble blood. If Lord Dewit is looking for a partner, Thakari is the best choice!
How could Jiali's petty tricks escape the eyes of the nobles? However, the little nobles were happy to please the noble Jiali, so they naturally followed his wishes and attacked the young man who seemed to have no power. Although the big nobles looked down on Jiali's petty tricks, they felt that there was no need to offend Jiali for a B, so they just watched with a cold eye.
"Hey, you guys are so noisy!" an impatient voice suddenly sounded.
The nobles who spoke so cheerfully immediately looked towards the direction of the voice with dissatisfaction. They wanted to see who dared to interrupt them.
Seeing this, the nobles immediately fell silent. The dissatisfaction in my heart also disappeared.
"Luo, His Highness Luo Wen..." someone shouted stumblingly. Even some timid nobles were frightened into a cold sweat.
The originally noisy scene suddenly became eerily quiet.
The one who spoke was a handsome-looking young man with blond hair and iconic violet eyes. He had his hands in his trouser pockets looking very casual. He looks like a spoiled young man, which is exactly what he is. Rowan Roland, the seventh prince most beloved by the Queen of the Empire, has been gifted since he was a child.
At this moment, the noble seventh prince looked at the nobleman who had spoken before expressionlessly, his purple eyes full of impatience, and a little bit of dissatisfaction between his eyebrows.
"I said, you are very noisy..."
"Yes, I'm sorry, His Highness Luo Wen... I, we didn't mean it, please forgive me..."
"Rowan..." Jiali said dissatisfiedly. He frowned and looked at the young man with some confusion. Even if they don't have a good relationship, they are still blood brothers. Why should they help an outsider
"Jia Li, I don't care what you want to do, but please don't disturb me!" Rowan didn't give Jiali any face, the young man raised his chin arrogantly, his voice was plain but no one could ignore the disdain contained in it.
The arrogant Luo Wen doesn't like Jiali, who likes to use tricks at all.
Jia Li, who had been humiliated, his face turned blue and white. He gritted his teeth, and a coldness flashed in his purple eyes of the same color as the boy. Although he gritted his teeth in anger, he knew clearly that Rowan, who was favored by the Queen, could not give him face. At the moment, all he could do was glare at Rowan hatefully and give up targeting Ans-El.
Even Jia Li, who was a member of the royal family, was disgraced by Luo Wen. The other nobles did not feel that they could compare to Jia Li, so they could only leave in despair.
Luo Wen, who looked arrogant and willful, saw that Jiali was not giving up and didn't hold on any longer. This farce came to an end in a hurry due to Rowan's intervention.
Absently listening to the flattering words of the nobles around him, Rowan's eyes seemed to fall casually on the black-haired boy who was targeted by everyone, and his beautiful eyes quickly passed through the complicated colors, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
How could my aunt's son be so weak
Ans Aier had no idea that his temporary distraction actually earned the seventh prince a weak comment, but he probably wouldn't care if he knew about it. After all, he was indeed quite weak, in every sense of the word.
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Garfiel, who had just solved a troublesome matter, was wandering around the academy aimlessly. He couldn't help but feel happy when he thought about how angry his old man might be for him.
Should we say they are good friends? Garfield and DeWitt's thoughts on this matter are extremely synchronized.
Wandering around, Garfiel suddenly saw his sullen friend.
"Hey, DeWitt." Garfiel greeted DeWitt in a good mood.
DeWitt, who was asking something, raised his eyes and saw a certain culprit, and his face suddenly became even more disgusting. Very good, you can't find it even if you wear iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it. After searching for a long time, I couldn't find this guy, but now he took the initiative to appear in front of me.
Since this guy came to his door on his own initiative, there was no reason for DeWitt to let him go. He immediately moved the muscles of his hands, took three steps at a time to reach his friend, and punched his friend's handsome face, which had fascinated countless Omegas.
Garfiel's mind went blank for a rare moment after he was unprepared and punched in the face by his friend, causing his body to stumble. After being good friends for so many years, this was the first time Garfiel saw his friend with a good temper really get angry.
"Hiss!" The pain coming from the left side of his face made him subconsciously narrow his eyes, and an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This was an extremely dangerous signal. Almost all the Zerg who saw his expression on the battlefield died.
Even a good friend cannot hit him without reason, especially in the face.
Garfiel, who was successfully attacked by Devitt, retaliated without any hesitation, and the two of them immediately started to grapple together. Due to the difference in force value, after Garfiel started to fight back, DeWitt was basically suppressed and beaten.
However, even so, DeWitt had no intention of stopping at all, and attacked Garfiel like crazy, regardless of the increasing scars on his body.
There is only one thing on his mind right now, and that is to beat up the person in front of him.
"That's enough!" The young and handsome Alpha finally realized that something was wrong with his friend. He frowned and asked, "DeWitt, why are you so crazy?"