"A chance to give up."
As the examiner finished speaking, Wei Curcuma noticed that many candidates who were already shaken in their hearts were clearly struggling.
The cruelty of the exam is self-evident, and if you waste the opportunity to take the exam, you may have to wait a year or two before you have another chance.
Rather than trying recklessly without certainty, is quitting at this moment the right choice?
Wei Zeshu did not speak, but silently filled out the answer sheets for the two hundred questions with a pen.
He did not waver at all, because he analyzed two reasons.
First of all, giving up this assessment is not an issue he would consider at all.
Secondly, this examiner's speech is very inductive. It seems that he is from the perspective of the examinee and thinks of you with the tone of an experienced person, but in fact, he is shaking your determination and attacking the examinee's thoughts.
Obviously, what he said was also part of the psychological test. The assessment of the psychological test had actually begun long ago.
Only one outlier from Class E Town can be born out of one million? That may be true from the data, but that's not how the ratio works out.
If you want to become an abnormal person, your competitors should not include all human beings, because when you have enough soul pressure to stand in the examination room, you have already screened out the vast majority of people.
The real promotion ratio should use the number of people who redeemed their admission tickets as the denominator.
If you can be swayed by such language, then there is no need to test the subsequent steps.
But the human heart is such a thing, and it will expand infinitely if it is shaken a little.
At the third minute, the first candidate to give up stood up, and then like dominoes, one after another candidates chose to give up and come back next year.
In the blink of an eye, only half of the candidates were left in the examination room.
"It's beyond stupid, it's beyond stupid..."
The man sitting next to Wei Zeshu, who looked like an office worker wearing glasses and a suit, shook his head.
"Giving up after being told a few words is like a fool."
He seemed extremely confident and took the initiative to chat with Wei Curcuma. It is worth noting that the answer sheet in his hand was also in a completed submission state, indicating that he, like Wei Curcuma, was not disturbed in the slightest by the examiner's words just now.
"It's true that only one in a million people... There aren't that many people like us with enough soul pressure in this world. We can only scare the little chicks who are taking the exam for the first time."
He spread his hands and came up with a conclusion similar to what Wei Curcuma had speculated.
"My name is Li Youde. I work in finance and the Internet in Beijing. This is the third time I have taken the Grade E assessment."
Li Youde extended his hand to Wei Curcuma and introduced himself. His sideburns were obvious and meticulously repaired. He seemed to be an elite indeed.
"Look at your attire and the 'Ten Thousand Flowers' brooch... Are you the intern group from the North this time?"
"Um."
Wei Zeshu has nothing to hide. The school, which has always been relaxed and tolerant, emphasized this time that they should wear school uniforms in order to let everyone know their existence.
"It's an honor, it's an honor! There will be cooperation sessions in the exams in previous years, and we can still join forces then."
As worthy of being an elite of a large company, he quickly grasped the stakes and made a verbal agreement with Wei Curcuma.
There was no compulsion, so it was not easy to cause resentment. By the way, he also revealed some information he had to show his sincerity.
Faced with such a smart person, Wei Zeshu naturally would not put on any airs of the so-called "Northern Internship Group" and chatted with him without a word.
"That group of people have no idea what they are giving up. It is a permission to suppress the deviants, which represents a huge amount of cash flow. Not to mention completing the suppression task, just by being affiliated with the names of some rich people, they can get a lot of money. More money than you can spend in a lifetime!”
Li Youde's expression was quite emotional. It seemed that he had already received such a large amount of money, so he no longer had to pay 996 a day and entered retirement directly.
But it is true that after being called to suppress anomalies, money does not seem to be the most critical issue. Low-level anomaly suppression tasks can earn an income that ordinary people can obtain for a long time.
What's more, with this permission, you can travel to any country at will without a passport or visa, know most secrets, and use most public facilities for free. You can be called a privileged class.
Just from a profit perspective, it is worth fighting for, not to mention that the exam has made it clear that there is no risk to life.
Li Youde and Wei Curcuma chatted for a while and then returned to their seats.
Because most of the remaining candidates have also completed the psychological test, the card reader can give the results on the spot. Except for a very few with hidden antisocial personalities, everyone has successfully entered the second round of testing. .
"The second round of testing is the most troublesome...I'm going back to my place first."
Li Youde seemed to have remembered something. He sat down in his seat, took off his glasses and rubbed his face with his hands.
"According to my experience, the second round is a soul pressure endurance test, so be careful."
Before he finished speaking, a huge sense of oppression filled the entire examination room.
"The second round is the soul pressure durability test. The oppressive soul pressure will continue to increase until it reaches the limit of the eleventh level. If you can't hold on, don't hold on and tap the red button on the table."
On the other side, in the main control room, the staff opened the sealed hatch. There was a thick cable exposed inside. Qingjiang swiped the examiner's certificate and walked inside.
This test requires huge soul pressure to suppress the candidates, and this burden naturally falls on the person with the highest soul pressure present.
The examiner has unshirkable responsibilities, so Qingjiang can only do this physical work.
"Sigh...I'm not a Class C person who is good at soul pressure..."
He complained, but he still stretched out his left hand and put it on the wrist of his right hand.
"[The chains make decisions, the bonds are released, and the knots are resolved]"
The "true text" that was not in Chinese came out from Qingjiang's mouth in a vague way. He turned his arms slightly, as if he had untied some invisible restraints, and the amount of soul pressure suddenly increased, pouring all of it into the cables in front of him.
There are three iron rules for suppressing abnormality. The third is to restrain the soul pressure so that it does not affect the ordinary life.
Those who reach the fifth level of suppression need to restrain their soul pressure in daily life, and are not allowed to exceed one tenth at most.
After Qing Jiang was released from his restraints, the intensity and magnitude of his soul pressure were more than ten times higher than usual.
These huge soul pressures were amplified and strengthened in their "oppressive" nature, crushing the candidates with a bang.
The reason why soul pressure is called soul pressure is because it has an innate suppressive nature.
Wei Curcuma could feel the unparalleled soul pressure pressing on his body. The candidates nearby were trembling all over, trying their best to fight against this soul pressure and release their own soul pressure to offset it.
A full five minutes have passed, and the intensity of the soul pressure has reached the peak of the eleventh level, infinitely close to the twelfth level.
Veins were pulsing on the faces of other candidates. Under such suffocating and powerful soul pressure, many people had difficulty breathing, and their days seemed like years.
Most of the candidates whose soul pressure was slightly lower simply chose to give up, while a few candidates whose soul pressure strength was not up to standard but insisted on insisting simply rolled their eyes and fell to the ground twitching continuously.
There were still five full minutes before the end of the exam, and the sound of giving up bells and the muffled sound of someone falling to the ground could be heard one after another in the classroom.
"Um...."
Wei Curcuma sat there and frowned.
"I don't feel it..."
The intensity and magnitude of the soul pressure were too low for him. He didn't even feel any pressure. He didn't even bother to reversely refine the soul pressure. He could easily offset it with his body alone.
