Chart Topper Queen - Chapter 110

“Wait… what graded homework?” Simmons asked in a hurry.

The workbook didn’t answer his words, it was flapping the soft paper lightly, making Simmons dazzled, and even the questions on it could hardly be seen clearly. He dared to reach out and hold the paper, only to see the first question above: 1+1=2.

Workbook: “If it is correct, please tick √, if it is wrong, please tick ×.”

“Of course it’s right.”

Workbook: “Please correct the homework with a pen. Correcting with your mouth is invalid.”

“…”

Really want to tick, Simmons hesitated again, the scene in front of him is too weird, are these topics really as simple as they appear on the surface?

He looked at Abe unconsciously, and asked her for help with his eyes. Fortunately, although it looks like a sudden exam, there is no “exam discipline” here, and the homework book is indifferent to his behavior of asking for help outside the court.

It is strange to say that he and the boss are both standing in this room, why is he the only one who needs to endure this kind of “torture”?

Ai Bei has just tried to pull down the door, and after entering the “correction homework time”, the door will not open. Only here to complete the task.

She poked the workbook with her finger and found it a little funny when she saw it ticklishly ducked back.

She scratched it like a kitten, and thought for a while: “I remember you checked that desk just now. Are there any other workbooks, test papers, or scratch paper in it?”

Exam paper?

He did find the room owner’s test paper in the desk…

Simmons suddenly realized that most of the exam questions are from the workbook, and vice versa, the questions on the workbook are all preparation for the test paper, so the questions on both sides may confirm each other. He quickly took out the test paper from the drawer and quickly looked it up.

On the page of the math volume, there really is a question “1+1=?”, with “2” written in immature pencil, and a red tick behind it, indicating that it is correct.

Before he returned to the workbook, he ticked off the first question.

Question 2: Which ball is closest to you? Answer: The planet underfoot.

Aibe: “Isn’t it the eyeball?”

The planets are close, but the eyeballs are negative distances, which are indeed more like the correct answer.

Simmons, who was diligently flipping through the test paper, had a meal. He didn’t know whether to directly follow the big man’s answer, but he turned another page. This question had already appeared on the test paper, and the answer in the workbook was correct.

The workbook over there was twisting left and right, the corners of the pages stretched forward, like a small animal poking its brain, looking at the red tick that Simmons put on it, giggling.

This reminded Simmons of the ball in the first level, and he felt a little nervous. He didn’t know whether his correction was correct. However, his slow action made the homework book very dissatisfied, and immediately said: “Please don’t get distracted, the time limit is 10 minutes, and 5 minutes have passed.”

Ai Bei asked: “What if the time is up and it’s not finished yet?”

“It doesn’t matter, it just needs to be revised again.”

There are ten questions on this page, one question per minute. The questions are so varied and strange that even if Simmons hastened his pace after hearing it, it was too late. When he found the seventh question, the workbook had already started shouting: “Countdown to 5 seconds.”

Simmons burst into sweat: “Hey, wait…!”

“5.”

“4.”

“Fool!”

“1.”

“Okay, start over. Please re-mark the test paper.”

Simmons was irritated by a workbook, and said angrily: “Isn’t it a countdown of 5 seconds, what about 3 and 2?!”

“Stupid-damn, 2 seconds.” It scolded again after prolonging the milky voice.

“…”

At this moment, the four red ×s that Simmons had struck down on the workbook suddenly came off the paper, like arrowheads from the string, suddenly plunged into his arms, thighs, waist, and back. Simmons was unprepared, and it hurt in an instant. Sweat profusely.

He raised his arm and saw that the red cross had become a bright red scar, branded on his skin.

You don’t have to think about it to know that his health must be reduced.

Damn game!

And the homework book doesn’t seem to be in a good mood. It flips the pages with a crackle, while cursing: “It’s stupid, stupid!”

The pain calmed Simmons a little, and he didn’t fight back with words.

Seeing that it turned to a new page, the questions on it were completely unrecognizable, not the ones he had already looked for before.

He suddenly remembered something and frowned: “No, it’s not Zach’s homework today? Can this be replaced?”

The homework book said confidently: “Of course! Zach wrote a lot of homework today, enough for you to change… If you’re still alive, hum!”

“Okay.” He laughed angrily, “Come again!”

Seeing that he was angry, Ai Bei took back some of the information she had discovered. It just so happened that she could verify it again.

This time, Simmons accelerated the speed, verified eight questions, and blindly missed the last two questions during the countdown, one √ and one ×, and wrote a total score of 60 points according to the ten-point value of each question. Unfortunately, fate did not favor him.

“It’s a pity,” said the homework book angrily, “do it again!”

Bleeding wounds appeared on him again in strange ways.

Simmons’ face turned pale, and he felt the weakness of concealing the decrease in blood value, but he could only grit his teeth and say, “Restart again!” In the case of physical injuries, his condition will only get worse every time. He now knows how all the people who entered this town disappeared. He may have been consumed by the “levels” in these games without encountering other players at all.

Abe stopped him, looked at the workbook and asked, “I want to know, who is our role? Teacher, or parent?”

The workbook fell unexpectedly silent, not answering her question.

Simmons was keenly aware that Aibe had discovered a key problem, and immediately shocked, tortured the “homework book” to extort a confession, “Yes, who are we? If we can change a child’s homework, we should play a role in him. Said a very important role.”

The homework book hesitated for a moment, and the corner said, “It’s impossible for me to answer anyway.”

But his attitude already says something.

“Well, then can I help him mark it?”

“Okay, there are no rules for this.”

Abe took the red pen from Simmons.

It seems to have a good impression of Aibe, and the speed of turning the pages again is deliberately slower, at least slower than before, so that Simmons vaguely sees some children’s doodles on some pages, but it only flashes by, in the He flipped to the next page when he didn’t see it clearly, and finally it stopped with a repeating question on it.

Simonston felt a little more confident, “I’ll look up the answer for you? I’m very skilled at finding it.”

To say that in such a situation of injury and injury, the only key to breaking the game is that he has an impression of the topic he has turned over and its front, back, left and right, which can speed up the search time. With such an advantage, he certainly wouldn’t let Aibe fall into the same fate as him.

Ai Bei shook his head at him. Before he could understand what she meant, she already held the pen and made an X on the first question. Then he hit three X’s down in a row, killing Simmons by surprise.

Seeing that Abe was about to hit another X, Simmons was suddenly shocked, “No, the answer to this question is correct.”

The fifth question was a question he had encountered before. He remembered that the boss replied at that time, saying that the answer was “eyeballs”. Thinking about it carefully, the answers to this question are indeed varied, but the answer given in the game is only that one, and no matter how you think about this question, it is impossible to be wrong.

He wanted to hold down Aibe’s scoring hand, at least let her think clearly before writing. But the workbook saw through his intentions and shouted loudly: “Don’t interfere with outsiders.”

He took a step slower, and could only watch Abe continue to do whatever he wanted.

With this kind of correction efficiency, Aibe didn’t even take more than a minute. He only paused on one of the math questions and marked a √.

There is no need to count the total score, only one question is correct, naturally only 10 points.

Simmons’ expression was extremely serious. From what he had just experienced, he could see that the more red × on the workbook, the more wounds he would have on his body when the game could not be cleared. All the wrong symbols on the test paper will be faithfully engraved into the flesh and blood of people.

He didn’t know if Abe could endure so many wounds when his health had been reduced.

If nothing else, he didn’t think he could walk through this town smoothly when she was eliminated.

Just when he was nervous and nervous, Ai Bei suddenly picked up the pen, drew a vertical line on the black underline that marked the total score, turned his wrist again, and drew two 0s.

She scored 100 points.

The red 100 points, in the case of full of red crosses, is particularly astonishing.

“…You hit an extra 0?”

Asked that, Simmons still couldn’t believe she made a mistake.

“No.” Ai Bei gave him a positive look, “That’s 100 points.”

The wood is done.

Simmons’ eyes fell on the homework itself uncertainly, but when he saw the workbook that had just been extremely violent towards him, it was suddenly covered with the right corner of the paper, as if he was shy by being kissed on the forehead. , also issued a snickering sound.

The bright red 100 points were detached from the paper, tap danced in the air, and sprinkled sparkling ribbons for themselves, as if celebrating victory. And the red × on the title suddenly spun, changed from a red × to a red +, followed by white medicine boxes against these red crosses, passing through the paper, accepting the law of attraction, all thumping and falling to the ground on the ground.

“Congratulations, you passed!”

Simmons went to pick up the small medicine boxes and counted them, nine in total. He looked at Ai Bei, still a little confused, “Is this clear?”

What did the boss do?

Is the secret to grading homework just as you wish? !

Ai Bei took a medicine box from his hand and opened it. There were a roll of bandages and a blood tonic in it. She wrapped the bandage and used the rust-flavored blood tonic as a drink. Explain to Simmons: “Did you find it odd when you were marking your workbook?”

“It’s a little strange…”

The whole scene is **** weird, there’s only a little bit of weirdness in there!

But Aibe was able to analyze the logic in this ridiculous game for him in such a strange situation.

Her voice was thin and small, as if it could be hidden by a gust of wind, but Simmons listened intently.

“Under normal circumstances, does the workbook need to count the scores after marking? This is rare. It is more common to score on the test paper. So in fact, in this scenario, it should be more reasonable to use the workbook as a question bank for finding answers, and the test paper as the target of correction. ,right?”

“Indeed.” Simmons threw herself into her logical thinking, finally found the violation, and nodded. The game came very suddenly, he didn’t have much time to think, and the violation of these details was easy to be ignored.

“But the game is not set up in the most reasonable way, and there may be some problems in the explanation. Besides, the people who correct the questions, since we are qualified to correct Zach’s homework, we are not playing the role of TA’s teachers or parents.”

She had raised this question in the game, and although Simmons followed her to question the workbook at the time, in fact, he didn’t understand the meaning of which role they played.

“It told us the answers to these questions from the very beginning.” Ai Bei pointed to the workbook, “Every time you reset the game, it will turn the pages randomly, in fact, it is to remind you that there are clues here. If you read it carefully, you can read it. There are children’s doodles on many pages. So why is it a homework book? Parents can’t mark the test papers, and there can be no graffiti on the test papers, and no clues can be passed on. So parents-workbook-graffiti, the three elements are combined It’s reasonable to be together.”

For Aibe, these questions are very simple and can be figured out in the blink of an eye. The reason why she bothered to explain it to Simmons was just to tell the live audience.

But in fact, the situation this time is completely different from what Aibe imagined, and the audience has already gotten the “correct answer” from other live broadcast rooms.

Because of this, they fell into a deep daze at this moment.

[Yes, this level is very simple, because the male anchor triggered it too early and did not find the most useful clues. ]

[…Wait, the link between the workbook and the test paper? What is the presenter saying? ]

[? ? ? ? ]

[? ? ? ? ? ? ]

[Did I lose my memory? I remember that there are two props in this level. The test paper is easy to find, but the process of answering the questions is very difficult and requires the cooperation of many people to improve the efficiency of finding answers. Another key prop is the pair of glasses worn on the little bear. Wearing it can help identify the right and wrong of the problem, and ten minutes of competition is more than enough. What is the operation of scoring 100 points directly, don’t the questions need to be correct? ! ]