Global University Entrance Examination - Chapter 147

Soon, a delicate dividing line appeared between the old and the new proctors.

They said differently, different clothes, different living habits, different attitudes to the system, it is difficult to merge together.

For the first time, this distinction almost became their daily conversation.

Qin Chen often hears his colleagues talk about these in chats. Most of the time, he is always interested and lazy and listens lazily and does not participate. Only when they talk about Examiner a, will he turn his gaze over.

Qin Chen heard a lot about the examiner a.

It is said that he has a deep connection with the system and is a special existence in the proctor.

It is said that he is always impersonal, like an ice that will never melt.

He said that even his residence was a bit less smokey than others, and he also placed a confinement room to punish candidates with special circumstances.

Said he was like a systematic personification.

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When he heard certain descriptions, Qin Chen had a momentary sacrifice.

Obviously it is a normal description, but he will feel a slight discomfort, but he can’t explain the reason for this emotion.

Once, when the colleagues chatted and stopped suddenly halfway, the group looked at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Qin Yan turned his hand to the cup, raised his eyes and said, “What’s wrong?”

“You just frowned all the time, I thought I said something wrong.”

“I frown?”

He would not even have been aware of it himself, if not by his colleagues.

People at the table were waiting for him. He lightly shaved his eyebrows twice, and his face returned to normal.

He smiled suddenly and continued their words casually: “I just think that the examiner doesn’t like me very much, nothing else is clear.”

Two mallets followed and said, “It’s kind of … I think so.”

Qin Chen did not feel happy to hear this kind of cohesion, but this is indeed a fact in the eyes of many people.

The old and new proctors rarely overlap in the examination room allocation, but there are many intersections, especially within the scope of the proctor area.

Qin Chen has worked with many initial proctors, but there is no examiner a.

Only once or twice, but it’s been a long time … it’s too unfortunate. So that he developed an illusion, as if the examiner a deliberately avoided those occasions, to avoid having deep contact and cooperation with him.

He couldn’t find the reason, but could only blame the examiner a for dislike him.

Soon after, the newly-added proctors became more and more aware of the out-of-control system, which made the demarcation line between them and the initial proctors wider.

By the time they realized, they had become two distinct factions.

The initial proctors advocated a gradual and gradual correction and adjustment of the system, which belonged to the moderates. The new batch of proctors advocates a radical move. If they don’t, they will scrap the entire system and belong to the hardliners.

Of course, the so-called factions are not on the bright side. No one will be thinking about how to deal with it under the comprehensive monitoring of the system, but everyone is clear.

The concept is different, there are more and more problems between the two camps, and meetings become commonplace.

They need an occasion to throw out conflict and opposition.

The intersection of Qin Chen and examiner a finally increased, but each time accompanied by contradictions and disputes.

The conference table is very long, and they sit on two ends, surrounded by fierce battles.

It is very strange that the previous cooperation is actually very interesting. If Qin Chen and a get along and know each other in that kind of environment, they should be very happy and even become friends.

But a all avoided it.

At present, the atmosphere of these meetings is always fierce and chaotic. It is not too much to say that it is the worst environment to get along with each other.

Many times, Qin Chen will suddenly feel that a is watching him.

He looked up and sometimes saw that examiner a was looking down at the documents on the table, and sometimes he really looked at a.

The other’s eyes crossed the chaos and quarrel, and quietly surrendered. Qin Chen had a hard time seeing what was in his eyes, what was he thinking …

The light is too dazzling and the table is too long.

In some extremely occasional moments, Qin Chen will suddenly have some illusions. I feel that this kind of conflict and confrontation seems to have met him. He seems to have been watching someone for such a long time, but he can’t remember, maybe it is in a dream.

I do not know when he saw the examiner a more and more times.

Sometimes they each took a group of people and passed by on the promenade of the conference room or outside the twin towers.

Sometimes he sees the black car. He couldn’t see the other person’s face across the window, nor did he know what the other person had parked on the street.

Once, it was night and the street lights lit up.

Qin Chen and a few colleagues came out of the Twin Towers and were about to go to the residence. When he was about to enter the door, he glanced into the distance as if there was an induction.

A familiar car stopped at the corner and pulled down a long shadow.

When his colleagues saw him suddenly stop, they stopped and asked him what was wrong.

He said, “Nothing. You go back first. I have something.”

Colleagues were at a loss for a while, no doubt there was him, several people said hello, entered the residential area with a smile.

The voice went away and the surroundings became quiet again.

Qin Chen looked at the quiet black on the corner of the street, suddenly a surge of urge.

He wanted to walk over and talk to the people in the car, anything.

Their camps are opposite, and their mouths always carry a hint of fire, medicine, and taste. This way, there is never a chat on the roadside. In fact, there is nothing to say.

But when Qin Chen responded, he was already standing by the door.

He leaned on the roof of the car with one hand and bent over, knocking on the window.

The examiner a sits in the driver’s seat, and can vaguely see the outline of his side face. His hand seemed to move, as if to go down the window.

Suddenly, the top of the white lamppost of the streetlight flashed red twice, a little bit, like the instrument’s warning lamp, and like eyes, facing Qin Chen straight.

He glanced up, and suddenly there was a sense of disgust that could not be explained.

And when he turned around, the examiner a also seemed to have just taken his gaze from somewhere, and the corner of his mouth narrowed into a straight line.

In the end, the examiner a still did not open the window.

The horn sounded, Qin Chen stood up and saw the examiner a shake his phone. Then the car drove away without looking back.

He reached for his phone, and a new message was added to the screen.

The message came from an unfamiliar number with a cold tone in it:

Something, what to say tomorrow meeting.

Qin Chen raised his eyes against the lamppost.

The night light fell from the top of the head, reflecting a yellow and white interlacing light in front of him, a bit dazzling.

He blinked and squinted his eyes to the end of the long street. The black car shadow had already slipped into the night …

He pondered the unspeakable taste, and suddenly realized that he might like someone.

He likes examiner a, but opposes the opponent’s position, so they are still opposing.

They will still be sitting at the two ends of the long table, and they will fight with each other, face off, and fight with each other …

But he wanted to trick the other party into the lead.

The author has something to say: This chapter is too short to fight …

I came back late after working overtime today. There is still work to be done in a while. Let’s put this part first ~ the next chapter will write to the end of the memories. 2k novel reading network