Elf’s Shorts Boy

Combat students go to the gymnasium to draw lots, while theoretical students go to the teaching building to find an examination room for the examination according to the examination number assigned by the school's educational affairs network.

Theoretical students also have to take the actual combat assessment, and the combat students also have to take the theoretical test, but the score ratio is 7:3, and the difficulty of the assessment is also different, and the lover does not care too much.

——School Gymnasium——

"A lot of people!"

Walking into the gymnasium, there are quite a few people here on weekdays, but now it is even more crowded with students. The first floor of the gymnasium is full of battlefields. Usually, students like to take practical classes and compete with each other here.

"Of course, we don't have monthly exams for first-year freshmen, but also for second-year and third-year students." With his hands in his trouser pockets, Chu Mushan raised his head and glanced at the students in the gymnasium coldly.

As the best intermediate school in the Kanto area, the competitive atmosphere of Jinhuang City Intermediate School is very strong. If you can be admitted to this school, you must be a proud person in the original school.

Whether it is a super genius or an ordinary genius, children of this age are very unyielding and unwilling to be inferior to others.

What's more, the results of the assessment are also related to the allocation of resources. If the students in the privileged class can be squeezed out, they can be replaced.

With the instigation of my class teachers, this has become the biggest goal of the ordinary class students.

"Let's go draw the lottery first."

Standing on the edge of the entrance, looking at the noisy crowd, Liang Ren said.

"Shinichi, use your super power to help open the way, otherwise it will take you to squeeze into the lottery." Daisuke complained.

"Row"

Kida Shinichi responded, and mobilized his super power to gently push through the crowd, and within a few minutes he squeezed into the place where their first graders drew lots.

But the lottery draw has not started yet. After waiting for a while beside the lottery tube, seeing that the students had almost arrived, the teacher who organized the lottery on the spot took a loudspeaker and asked the students of the three grades to go to the designated venue to start the lottery draw.

"First graders line up to draw lots at venue A-1, second graders go to venue C-3 to draw lots, and third-grade students go to venue E-5 to draw lots."

"Everyone lined up one by one, drew lots and completed the registration, then sat in the stands and waited."

The four lovers were relatively close to the lottery. After the teacher on the spot spoke, the four of them in the dormitory lined up in a queue at the front in a tacit understanding.

The students at the back didn't know why, but they heard that the teacher organized the line to line up, and the four people in front also lined up, so they also obediently lined up behind the four of them, which made the students who stood beside the lottery like my beloved, He also stood helplessly behind them.

Seeing the queue quickly take shape, the teacher who thought it would take some time to organize this group of freshmen suddenly showed a smile on his face, and after casting admiring glances at the four of them, he officially started drawing lots.

There are 197 students in their first grade, 128 of whom are combat students.

Kida Shin, who was at the front of the line, reached into the lottery holder and touched a piece of paper at random, handed it to the teacher next to him for registration, and then walked towards the stands on the side of the gymnasium.

The beloved also finished drawing lots. He looked at it, and the number on it was 32, which was not too far ahead, but not too far behind either.

"What's your number, beloved?" Daisuke asked with a smile while catching up with his beloved who was walking towards the stands after drawing lots.

After being abused in the arena before, Daisuke became more diligent in Pokémon training. He took Pokmon to the arena to participate in competitions for more than a week.

I won one game, and lost the rest of the time, but the victory in that game was enough to support my good mood this week.

"Number 32, what about you?"

"I am No. 7, and I will play before you." Daisuke said with a smile.

His original Pokémon Fire Dinosaur has now reached level 18, and the wrist strength he subdued has also reached level 15.

This strength is considered outstanding even in their privileged class. You must know that there are still many students in the ordinary class so far, and the Pokmon at hand is stuck at the bottleneck of 10 and has not yet broken through.

The four people in the dormitory who were the first to finish the lottery sat down in the front row of the stands. One after another, students from their privileged class finished the lottery and sat down next to the four people in the stand.

They are not just a class, but also a community of interests. They are students in the privileged class, enjoying the most resource tilt in the school, and having all kinds of coveted privileges.

There are 17 students in the first-grade privilege class, and there is a special column on the school's official website to introduce their information.

The 180 students in the six classes were all staring at them and regarded them as targets to be surpassed. The students in their privileged class were the ones who had the most pressure on the monthly exam.

Do students in privileged classes not have to attend classes? No privileged class would dare to take this sentence seriously.

"Squad leader, De Mushan...how many numbers did you draw?" Miyagawa Soma asked anxiously.

"Daisuke No. 7, I No. 32, Shinichi No. 43, Demushan No. 51, Miyagawa, you don't have to be so nervous, you are not weak, you have to have confidence in yourself, look how calm Haruhiko is."

Liangren smiled and said, when he was running for class cadres before, he had fought against everyone in the class. As a class leader, he knew the level of the students in his class.

"Squad leader, can I say that I'm actually in a panic?" Takase Haruhiko, who was sitting next to Miyagawa, saw his beloved mention him, his face collapsed immediately, and he said extremely nervously.

"Ann~"

"Hey, sweetheart."

During the conversation, Rei Abe and Shizuka Minamoto also came over. The 12 students in their privileged class were basically all here.

Sitting in the front row with my beloved, without turning around, I can feel the burning eyes of the ordinary students in the back row. Except for my beloved, who are relatively calm, everyone else seems very nervous.

Ah Yan and Na Zi were not present, which made Liang Ren, the class monitor, frowned and felt that he had to say something, otherwise the students in his class would probably be too nervous to show their true level.

Ordinary classes and privileged classes, the school creates a competitive environment through such differential treatment.

It is a fair result that students in privileged classes who do not have strong self-discipline and self-planning abilities are surpassed and replaced by ordinary class students who work harder.

After all, privileges can only be enjoyed by the most talented and outstanding students. If you can't keep your quota, you can't blame others.

There is nothing to say about being replaced because of not working hard enough, but as the class monitor, I don't want my classmates to be eliminated because of too much psychological pressure.

He hates trouble, but now that he has become the squad leader of the group around him, Ryoto feels that he still has to do something at this time.

For this group, he took a lot of photos and videos for him when he participated in the Arena Star Rise Competition.

After the competition, he swiped the screen of "Squad Leader Mighty" in the class group, and made his photos in the competition into emoticons for fun. Liangren felt that he had to do something for this group of lovely classmates.

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