Here Lies The Wicked

The second the two eyeballs looked at each other, the eyeballs behind the fine stitches on the wooden wall disappeared.

Then there was the sound of footsteps and the sound of moving wooden chairs.

“This brother, my last name is Chen, his name is Red Red, and he is wearing Ishaan Tate. ”

“Don't know what Brother Tai is called? ”

Fang Zheng did not leave this time, he knocked on the wooden board of the compartment and shouted to the bookkeeper next door.

Unfortunately, they are implicit, cynical and introverted.

Don't answer.

Apart from the initial footsteps and chair movement, the examination room next door has been quiet.

“Looks like Brother Tai is an introverted person, but it doesn't matter. In fact, I'm like Brother Tai. Everyone is an introverted person. I guess the name of the brothers should be Sewing People? ”

“My brother didn't talk because I guessed wrong? Lu Xiaosui? Watch the crotch cat? ”

“Huh, bro, still don't talk. Am I wrong about everything? ”

Just as Fang was speaking, a few drinks rang in the KAC courtroom.

“Who's shouting? ”

The rush came, only to see the inquisitors who had previously passed this side, and suddenly appeared nearby, as if they had been squatting nearby.

The examiner walked past the “Ding Wei" examination room where Fangzheng was located, and then roughly caught the students in one of the examination rooms, click!

Head down!

Five steps of blood!

And then the inquisitors turned around and left a dead body in a bloodbath, and they didn't know if it was to kill an exemplar and warn the other candidates?

Watching this decisive scene of slaughter, Fang was stunned.

What the hell is this, a science fair?

Or Senroe Hell?

Don't the Ancients have human rights?

Fang is in his heart, for innocent lying gun students, silence 0.1 seconds, bro, you have all died once, is dead people, do not be afraid to die this time...

The other candidates in the KAC court, as if they were used to this scene, did not even look up at the corpse of the candidate on the ground.

No one shows mercy or compassion for the same disease.

Fang Zheng is a lot more honest, no more harassing the next door's writers.

It's just that in a few minutes, Sha Sha, Sha Sha...

The feeling of being spyed on by a pair of eyes, staring straight up again.

It turns out that there's another tiny, tiny stitch on the wooden plaid in the examination room. Had he not had previous experience, he might not have found it.

Square down in front of the new plank stitches, facing one of the eyeballs behind the stitches, then immediately remove the eyeballs and disappear, leaving only the black space in the next examination room.

Next, it's like being caught in an infinite cycle of weirdness.

As soon as a new stitch is found, the examiner next door reappears on the board and digs a new stitch.

Less than two hours.

Small stitches of dense numbness have been dug out on the boards of the examination room.

Fang is finally overwhelmed.

He saw the schoolboy next door, except for a peek, nothing special. When the last schoolboy peeked at him, Fang stopped looking at the schoolboy next door this time, the monkey fingers had a blue arc split and exploded.

Let's hear it!

A blue snake burst into a small stitch, poking the eye behind the plank.

A strand of ordinary soul, flying up, quickly broke into the sky, was sucked away by the human skin of the outside world scripture.

Fangzhengwei Weixi.

I didn't think it would work.

Just when Fang Zheng's head was slightly happy, there was a slight echo, rang from behind Fang Zheng, but when Fang turned his head to look for it, he didn't see anything.

But just as Square lowered his head, he saw a small note under his feet.

Originally at the bottom of the other plank, perhaps because of rainwater soaking or moisture invasion over the years, a small hole was rotted.

That little note came in from another scholar next door to him.

With a few thoughtful eyes, the note is unfolding--

Zhuge Liang used his technique without the heart of the applicant. Wang An Shi used the truth of the applicant to denote his theory.

“ ”

“ ”

Square is totally embarrassed.

Look at the little note in your hand, looking at the black question mark. Is this the cheating of the next door bookkeeper, copying the answer from him?

This is really a table friendship.

The friendship with the table is not very deep, depending on whether you bring a packet of spicy strips to the table every day for breakfast and whether the same table gives you a copy of the test paper.

But he didn't come here to do it!

What a ghost friendship!

He hasn't even read "University", "Middle", "Poetry", "Book", "Lily", "Spring and Autumn", "Eight Stocks", or "Eight Bibi", so he knows exactly one word about the contents of the note, but he doesn't recognize the last word in combination.

Tears that belonged to the scum were shed without protection.

If you throw modern people into ancient times, any expert, any professor into ancient science courts, it's absolutely illiteracy, learning scum.

Because times are different.

The pottery, the learning is different.

Where's the haunted copy answer?

Brother Note, I really don't know the answer! I'm not here for the science exam!

What should we do?

I'm good now!

Answers online!

Fang is looking at the note in his hand, people are confused in the air.

Think of it, square face is black as the bottom of the pot.

He was looking for a test room to drill, and he ran into two scumbags who liked to cheat.

A fellow table always likes to spy on him, presumably to spy on his exam answers.

And the other likes to pass notes, copy answers.

Knock, knock.

At this time, the next examination room came with finger joints tapping, but at this time, the square is on the air turbulent out-of-the-way road...

Knock knock!

The gentle tap in the next room sounded again gently.

Fang is still on the air turbulent Way out of the sky...

Knock, knock!

The sound starts to intensify, in the urging square.

Fang is still on the air turbulent Way out of the sky...

Knock, knock!

Knock, knock! Knock, knock!

The voice began to rush, and the next door students began to get impatient, seemingly with a tendency to violently beat people up on campus without giving copies.

Knock, knock! Knock on your sister! Knock again, believe it or not, I'll knock you open!

The more rushed the next door, Fangzheng grabbed the four treasures of the study prepared in the examination room and wrote the answer on the back of the note.

You didn't say you had to answer correctly.

Feel free to give you an answer.

Copy if you can.

“Books don't hate much when they're used, money doesn't spend enough at the end of the month. ”

Square grabbed an unskilled brush, twisted like a ghost, and after writing it, plugged it directly from the small hole under the board to the next schoolteacher.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds...

Time passes.

Less than a few minutes later, the next bookkeeper actually came in with another little note.

Square eyebrows.

Spread the note, people are, uh, speechless, and this is another new exam--

It is appropriate for Chancellor Baidu to recruit Quartet Hyun-yeon and the Staff Counsellor to consult in private.

Square: “…”

The scumbag is looking big.

Please use punctuation marks. Well, if you can't afford it, I can lend you a few tons of punctuation marks!

Knock, knock.

The next scholar is giving the answer again at the reminder.