Everyone: The Start Has Changed, I Am The Chosen One!

I don’t know which edition this is. During this period, Liu Xue changed a lot of questions.

Not only did he mix a lot of unpopular but real knowledge into it, but he also put a lot of brain teasers and encrypted characters into it.

Even if Oman could solve it, he would have to first understand Liu Xue's hidden deception in the question.

Some questions may seem difficult, but the answers are actually written on the page.

During the writing of the question, the friends also helped Liu Xue many times, and everyone told Liu Xue the little-known knowledge about their own race.

The president took the test paper and looked at it for a long time. Seeing his expressionless face, Liu Xue thought that his version was going to be invalid again.

"Wait a moment." After the president said this, he asked Liu Xue to sit down on the sofa and wait.

Then he walked into the student union lounge and changed his clothes.

The originally disheveled Shamat style was now neatly tied up, and the cynical expression was gone. He put on his glasses and sat quietly behind his desk reading.

After reading it three times, the president writes the answer in his notebook.

During this period, no one dared to show off their arrogance, including Liu Xue. This was the first time for everyone to see the president working so seriously.

After he completed the test paper, he did not rush to give it to Liu Xue. Instead, he raised his index finger to indicate that Liu Xue would wait a little longer.

Next, he pulled out a huge book from the bookshelf. The book was so thick that it almost caught up with Liu Xue's head.

The president held the book and closed his eyes in meditation for a few seconds, then put down the book and returned to the desk again.

This time he took out another notebook and wrote a second answer.

Liu Xue didn't know what the other party was doing, so he could only wait quietly.

After sorting out the two answers, the president slowly put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he looked at Liu Xue with a smile, his hair spread out again, and his clothes were pulled, and the student president of the Xianling Hall who was not in his right mind was back again.

"Here, let's see what the winning rate is." The president said.

Liu Xue took the notebook and carefully compared the answers to each question. In the end, they were 58% and 65% respectively.

"Ah, as expected." The president danced happily in the room.

The emotions that the vice-president and secretary had felt just now disappeared, and they walked out of the student union holding their books in disgust.

"58% of that one is mine, and 65% of that one is Oman's."

"What?" Liu Xue looked at the president in disbelief, "How could you? I mean?"

Seeing Liu Xuefeng's confusion, the president took out the large book again.

That booklet is the course notes summarized by Professor Ormande over the years. It was donated to the student union by a certain graduate.

That student was very good at future vision, and she seemed to have predicted that someone would challenge Omande in the future.

"But there is a time difference. In the past, Professor Omande could achieve a 65% winning rate. Maybe it will be even better now."

The president said, "If we calculate it based on time, he can at least get 70%."

Liu Xue felt a little dizzy. He had already progressed to this point, why was he still...

"Don't be discouraged, my friend." The president pressed Liu Xue's shoulder.

This hand was so strong that Liu Xue almost thrust it over.

"It's also possible that he didn't get 60%, for example, he didn't prepare lessons seriously over the years and regressed," the president said.

With Professor Orman's ability? Not too possible.

The old guy looked like he had no friends and no spare time.

It is estimated that the vacation for him is to study the weaknesses of each student and think about how to better torture others.

"By the way, President." Liu Xue had an idea, "I heard from some classmates before that Professor Omande has a bad relationship with the Gods. Is this true?"

"It does happen. In terms of blood, Omande has part of the ancestors and gods, plus the powerful genes of her mother's drow. Don't look at him like that, but his identity is actually very complicated." Yes. Long story.

That's easy to handle. Don't we still have the strongest foreign aid?

Noah, who was watching cartoons in the villa, shuddered. Could it be that the air conditioner was turned on too low?

16°C is, well, low indeed.

"My current goal is not to beat Omande, but just to stay on the passing line." Liu Xue explained his strategic plan and request for assistance from the president.

"You want to learn my spiritual skills?" The president scratched his head, "But I don't know how to teach you."

"We centaurs are usually born with knowledge reading. It's because of this skill that I haven't studied since the day I became aware of it."

Damn, I’m so envious.

"You said it's common, but is there an exception?" Liu Xue caught the loophole in his words.

"Yes, yes, well..." The president rolled his eyes.

"Well, I can teach you this, but you have to agree to one condition."

What's wrong with this person? Just now he said he couldn't teach, but now he can.

If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Is the president holding back his bad intentions and preparing to trick me?

Liu Xue did not show any vigilance, but stared at the president.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but neither one spoke first.

The president didn't give any specific arrangements for the conditions, so Liu Xue naturally couldn't be stupid and just say yes.

After a long confrontation, the secretary came back to get something and broke the deadlock.

"Does the president want this transfer student to act as an agent for the student affairs?"

Also, he is the secretary of our student union. This is a sure shot.

The president came close to him, almost nose to cheek, "What are you talking about? How could I take advantage of someone's danger?"

Liu Xue said that your grin is reaching the ceiling, so stop pretending.

"Isn't it?" The secretary was so frightened that he pressed himself against the wall, and he actually climbed into the air little by little.

"The president has always wanted to take a vacation and rest for a while," the secretary said.

Liu Xue looked around, and there was no sign of anyone in the room not allowing him to rest.

"They also said that the student union is under too much pressure," the secretary continued.

There was nothing else on the president's desk except computer snacks, but the documents and materials were all on other people's desks.

"I'm also worried that the president's health will be damaged if he's always so tired." The secretary began to burst into tears.

Wait a moment. Only then did Liu Xue understand, why are you two co-writing the oboe here?

The secretary wanted Liu Xue to act as an agent to relieve the pressure, while the president wanted to step down from office for a while and go outside to relax.

"That's enough," Liu Xue stopped the farce, "I understand, it's just a position. If the president is willing, I can be the agent for a short period of time."

"I don't want to." The president let the secretary go and ran over to stare at Liu Xue.

"The student council president is an important position in Xianling Hall no less than a professor. Although I don't need to teach like the teachers, but..."

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Liu Xue's ears almost blistered when he heard this, but he still had to be patient and listen to the president's nonsense.

In the end, at the double invitation of the secretary and Liu Xue, the president reluctantly decided to temporarily hand over the acting position to Liu Xue.