1183: C1183 Too Bored to Draw

C1183 Too Bored to Draw

This scene was forever fixed in the hearts of countless people.

"The iron still needs to be hard."

"In the future, I must become an outstanding person like the Night School's Director in order to gain respect!"

What Ye Hong did not expect was that he actually set a spiritual example for many of the examinees present.

As a result, countless years later, there were still people who worked hard towards a goal called Ye Hong.

Ye Hong saw the unwillingness in Qiu Lizhen's eyes, but he was too lazy to say anything.

He was a little tired and just wanted to be quiet. He waved his hand and let Qiu Lizhen and Tian Rongyu leave.

Tian Rongyu felt relieved and ran out of the crowd dejectedly.

After what happened today, he was still in the mood to take the college entrance exam.

After Qiu Lizhen left, she could not calm down the grievance in her heart.

She looked at Ye Hong, who was shining brightly outside the crowd, but a hint of viciousness slowly surfaced in her eyes.

...

Eight thirty.

"Students, please pay attention. Please enter the examination hall in an orderly manner.

Candidates, please pay attention. ..." "

A series of three announcements revealed this year's college entrance exam.

From this moment on, the exam grounds were completely under martial law. Other than the relevant personnel, no one else could enter and leave as they pleased.

The solemn atmosphere of Zhuang and Mu instantly enveloped every classroom in the examination hall.

...

The examination hall Ye Hong was in was on the fourth floor of the third year teaching building of the Zhicai High School. The number of seats in the examination hall was 6.

There were a total of two invigilators in the examination hall, one in front and one behind, eyeing the examinees covetously.

At this moment, one of the teachers was reading out the rules of the examination hall.

At nine o'clock, the bell rang. The first subject of the college entrance examination - Language, official examination!

After Ye Hong received the test paper, he first roughly looked at the questions and understood in his heart.

"This time, the test is not that difficult."

Ye Hong muttered in his heart.

He also did the college entrance exam paper for the past year. It was obvious that the difficulty of the language this year was much easier than the previous year.

This might be good news for ordinary examinees, but for Ye Hong, it was torture.

Because the test was too simple, Ye Hong finished the test in less than 20 minutes.

He checked the test three times and found that there were still two hours left before the end of the test. He immediately went crazy.

Because the college entrance exam did not allow him to submit the papers in advance, Ye Hong, who was bored to death, had to find a way to pass the time by himself.1

He picked up the draft paper from the examination hall and started to draw on it with a pen.

Very quickly, a lifelike robot image appeared on the draft paper.

Ye Hong was so bored that he started to draw the mechanical structure of the Night Armor No.1.

He could also think about how to improve the Night Armor No.1.

This important test that involved countless lives and deaths was actually treated as a painting scene by Ye Hong.

Ding! Drawing robot structure diagram, painting ability + 1, mechanical modification ability + 1."

While Ye Hong was enjoying himself, at the end of the corridor outside the No. 39 exam site, an exam room inspector slowly walked over.

He was tall and thin, his face was fair, and he wore the most common gold-rimmed glasses among the teachers.

It was also strange that the inspector walked back and forth outside the 39th exam site countless times, as if he had a special affection for this exam site.

When he passed through the window of the No. 39 exam room again, the inspector glanced at the window, and his eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.

"Examinee number 6, stand up!"

The inspector's loud shout instantly broke the silence of the exam room.

The examinees were all shocked. They stopped writing and looked at table number 6.

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