A shiny bald head appeared in the student's field of vision. It was Professor Manstein of the Discipline Committee, who was responsible for invigilating the exam.
"Now let's start counting people. Please sit back in your seats." The middle-aged man stood on the podium and knocked on the table with a majestic expression. The students sat down one by one.
There is a student's nameplate placed in front of each walnut desk. Except for Li Longyuan and Chu Zihang, everyone else's names are written in English or Latin.
"Ah ha, the people in the college really didn't know that I had the English name of Arthur." Li Longyuan curiously looked at the name tags on other people's desks and said bad things seriously.
"Arthur Lee, please sit down." Manstein looked at the prickly-haired student, adjusted his gold-rimmed round glasses and said.
"Maybe you can call me Bruce Lee," the boy muttered, sitting down.
"Now I will announce the discipline of the examination room. Cheating is strictly prohibited in this examination. Violators will be punished according to the school regulations. The recorded test questions will start playing in three minutes. Please be prepared." Professor Manstein's voice was full of fairness. Some students from major exam countries The young people all looked serious and serious.
Including Chu Zihang. They have already received countless cruel baptisms, and they are the geniuses who fought out from thousands of armies and finally stood here.
But what is this thing? Some people listened to the powerful rock music and gradually showed surprised expressions.
Li Yongyuan's fingers moved easily on the table to follow the rhythm. He had heard this song, Michael Jackson's classic song "beatit".
At that time, the popularity of this song in European and American countries was no less than that of star-chasing craze in China today.
The confused expressions on their faces didn't last long before they were replaced by a sense of blankness and emptiness, like zombies.
A pair of golden eyes gradually lit up in the white-painted classroom, glowing with a cold and eternal light. A black boy wearing a red baseball cap first twitched and trembled all over, and then recited weird notes; a girl in a tutu stood barefoot on the desk and danced; some even wanted to open the blinds and jump off .
In the classroom, everyone went crazy like a group of demons dancing wildly. Fortunately, the doors and windows were sealed after Manstein left, so there were no major consequences.
The ice-faced boy in black clothes and trousers stood up, his golden eyes dazzling like burning flames.
Chu Zihang seems to have also given birth to
"Spiritual vision" (dragon blood resonates with the dragon text and naturally sees some supernatural phenomena), but the reaction is milder than others. This is probably not the first time this phenomenon has occurred.
"How are they? How are these students doing?" In the monitoring room, Manstein, who had left the classroom a second ago, walked in and asked Guderian.
On the large display screen in front of them, the students' current examination status was displayed in all directions without blind spots.
This is also because students write their exam answers in some strange places and then destroy them, so the image data needs to be preserved.
"Where is Li Longyuan? What's going on with him?" The middle-aged professor seemed to be curious about the boy's behavior.
"See for yourself." Guderian reached out and tapped on the keyboard. The surveillance screen in the upper left corner was enlarged, revealing the boy's current situation.
At this moment, he was holding his head in boredom, and the pencil he used to answer questions was flying between his fingers, turning in various graceful arcs.
His pupils were still as dark as ink, and he didn't hear the meaning of Long Wen's call under the music.
"How could it be? Emperor Yan Ling didn't work on him?" Manstein stared at the boy on the screen with wide eyes, with unconcealable shock in his tone.
Underneath the seemingly explosive music drum beats is actually hidden the melody of Long Wen, which is the Black King’s exclusive word spirit, the Emperor.
means
"Praise the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth." All hybrids with dragon blood will sense the call of this dragon text and resonate with it uncontrollably.
But Li Longyuan didn't change at all. Just like a normal, ordinary person.
"A descendant of the White King?" Without waiting for Guderian's answer, the middle-aged professor turned his head and looked at the gray-haired, well-dressed old man.
"This is the most reasonable explanation." The old man nodded in agreement, but felt something was wrong.
There was actually a guess in his mind. Based on the descendants of the Black King that Li Longyuan introduced to him on the train last time, perhaps the Li family's orthodoxy was one of the hidden branches.
If the blood concentration of the hybrid descendants of this family reaches the level of the next generation or even higher Dragon King, they will also be immune to Yan Ling Emperor.
After all, what they played was only a fake recording of Longwen, not chanted by the noble black emperor himself.
It's just that this speculation is too shocking. It will not only involve Li Longyuan's personal safety, but also pry into the secret of ancient orthodoxy.
After all, Guderian never told this matter, not even to Manstein, who had grown up in a mental hospital with him since childhood.
Making a statement based solely on baseless guesses is undoubtedly against academic rigor and will create huge waves.
He knows very well that trouble comes from the mouth.
"Let's see, if he still doesn't respond after a chorus is played, we may have to take other measures." Manstein said with a headache.
After all, the results of the 3E exam are based on the dragon text that students saw and drew after their spiritual vision. Norma analyzed the completeness of the dragon text based on the lines in the drawings drawn by the students and gave scores.
As a result, Li Yongyuan's 3e exam score is likely to be zero, and it will greatly affect his pedigree rating after the entrance exam.
"If that doesn't work, let's just modify his admission scores." Guderian nodded heavily after a long silence.
There is no doubt that Li Yongyuan is a mixed race. And they belong to the most elite group among the mixed race, or that one.
If such talents are treated poorly at Kassel College, their pearls will undoubtedly fall into dust.
"Wake up, you're taking a test." The boy in the classroom was still turning his pen carelessly, looking at the dancing people in front of him, and wondering if if he recorded their appearance at this time, it would be preserved for a lifetime. Black history.
A slightly playful voice interrupted his thoughts. The emperor in black clothes stood beside him and tapped his finger on the desk.
This is the first time that he has come to the world in human form instead of dragging Li Longyuan into the ancient world.
"What are you doing here?" Although the boy still didn't know the origin of this guy very well, it didn't hinder his tone.
"Help you cheat." The emperor responded confidently, with a slight contempt in his condescending eyes.
It seems to be saying, if I hadn't seen you handing in a blank paper, I would have come out in person?
"Fingel has already told me all his exam questions from that year and the past few years." The handsome boy smiled slyly. No wonder he was so calm.
