Help! This Savior Is Too Old!

The exam lasts two hours and takes five minutes to answer questions.

Jiang Bai left the examination room, leaving only a handsome figure behind everyone.

"Si Guoyi!"

Jiang Bai didn't go far when an exclamation came from beside him.

Wei Junjie waved to Jiang Bai not far away,

"Brother Jiang, you got a perfect score in less than six minutes. If it were in ancient times, Wen Quxing would have failed..."

Jiang Bai: .....

God is so stumbled, why don't he just descend to earth!

You could say Wei Junjie is uneducated, but he also knows Wenquxing.

Let's say Wei Junjie is educated, but he will fall into trouble if he comes up with a line of literary music.

Jiang Bai rolled his eyes, "Stop talking nonsense, what do you want?"

"Since Brother Jiang asked sincerely, I will tell you with great mercy."

Wei Junjie said seriously,

"Brother Jiang, let's join forces and kill the researchers from the Third Research Institute!"

Jiang Bai looked at Wei Junjie like he was an idiot.

"Just a joke! Just a joke!"

Wei Junjie smiled, confused the matter, and then said,

"Brother Jiang, can you tell me the secret of perfect scores? The price is negotiable..."

Jiang Bai interrupted Wei Junjie abruptly,

"You think it's fun to pretend to be stupid? The rules are in front of you, others can't guess it, but you still can't guess the method?"

Not only is Wei Junjie not stupid, he is also the best among the best.

Jiang Bai can do things like exploiting loopholes in the rules and fixing bugs, and so can others.

The rules say that the correct answer is written on the answer sheet, and 10 points are added for each correct answer, but the rules do not say that points will be deducted for wrong answers!

To put it simply, just fill in all the answers and you will get full marks on the test.

This exam is not like a test, but more like... a brain teaser?

How can a ghost school have any serious exams?

According to Jiang Bai's experience during this period, although this ghost school is weird, every rule has a reason.

This exam is more like a test for living people than for ghosts.

Jiang Bai said coldly,

"The third day is almost over. You and I both know that whether it's catching ghosts or the Third Research Institute, after the exam is over in the afternoon, the Silver Sand Secret Tomb will be officially opened. What will happen by then? You should be more knowledgeable than me. clear.

It's now time, if you keep pretending to be stupid, you're not just pretending, but you're really stupid. "

Wei Junjie sneered twice and defended himself, saying,

"You Chinese have an art of war called Sun Tzu's Art of War..."

Jiang Bai rolled his eyes and said, "You just read the title of the book and you only know how to pretend to be a grandson, right?"

Wei Junjie's eyes lit up, "Brother Jiang, how do you know that I only know the title of the book!"

It was from these four words, Sun Tzu's Art of War, that Wei Junjie developed this set of Sun Tzu's tactics, which he tried repeatedly until he met Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai:......

Once again, he underestimated Wei Junjie's illiteracy.

Jiang Bai was too lazy to argue with Wei Junjie, so he left without saying a word.

"At 12 noon, the dormitory building will be cleaned for half an hour."

Hearing this, Wei Junjie pursed his lips with his tongue, feeling a little expectant. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Looking at Jiang Bai's leaving figure, Wei Junjie whispered,

"Starry Night...arrives as promised."

...

Silver Sand Base, Governor's Mansion.

Shan Hongyi has lived here for three days.

She had never met the governor, but the deputy governor Yin Chenfei had met him a few times and often greeted her with a smile.

Shan Hongyi was a little worried about Brother Jiang Bai, but also felt that Brother Jiang Bai had nothing to worry about.

She was swinging on the swing, with Cheese behind her, stretching out her paws to help push her from time to time.

"Director!"

A chicken coop appeared at the end of the corridor. Shan Hongyi jumped off the swing and ran over excitedly.

"Is Brother Jiang Bai coming out?"

The director shook his head, his expression slightly solemn.

Only then did Shan Hongyi notice that there was a person following behind the director. The two were chatting, and the atmosphere was obviously not very pleasant.

The man was 1.8 meters tall, wearing a white shirt, white gloves, white-rimmed glasses, and long bangs covering his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly. He exuded a dangerous aura. There was a traditional Chinese character embroidered on the back of the right glove: Three.

Shan Hongyi remembered that her sister had told her that when she encountered someone wearing white gloves or having traditional Chinese numerals, she should stay as far away as possible and hide in the safest place.

So she hid behind the director and looked at the visitor with her peripheral vision.

The man pushed up his glasses and spoke coldly,

"Jiang Bai? I seem to hear this name all the time lately. My intern doesn't seem to think highly of him. He's just a smart, self-righteous guy. Your new apprentice? Does he have such bad taste now?"

There was sarcasm in his tone, even a sour tone.

Speaking of apprentices, the director suddenly remembered that this man came from the Third Research Institute. The current director of the Third Research Institute wanted to become his disciple, but unfortunately he was too talented and was declined by him.

There should be no personal grudges.

The director did not speak and had no intention of answering this question.

The man saw the director's reaction and nodded slightly.

"That's right. This question is not worth answering. Compared with our career, he is just an insignificant pawn. There is no need to waste time."

The director hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to refute something.

Shan Hongyi tugged on the director's clothes, and the director stopped.

After leaving an incomprehensible word, the man in a white shirt and white gloves turned and left.

"We will use time to prove that we are right and you are wrong, of course, provided you can survive to that day."

Watching his leaving figure, the director said nothing more and just touched Shan Hongyi's head.

After a while, the director suddenly spoke,

"Jiang Bai said something wrong."

Shan Hongyi raised her head and asked curiously, "Brother Jiang Bai can also be wrong?"

After more than half a month of contact, Jiang Bai is said to be a god in predicting things and can be one step ahead of others in everything. Shan Hongyi has never seen him make a mistake in calculation.

"Well, he's human and of course he makes mistakes."

The director nodded and said directly without any pretense,

"Jiang Bai said that if you implement Plan C, your, Nangong Xin, and Cheese's lives will be in danger."

Shan Hongyi remembered that Jiang Bai did say so.

"He lied to you."

The director said calmly,

"We have deduced in advance that you and Cheese will not die."

Nangong Xin is seriously ill, and no matter what he does, he will die.

Shan Hongyi asked in confusion, "Then why did brother Jiang Bai lie to me?"

This time, the director did not answer, but touched Shan Hongyi's head again.

"I'll tell you when you're older."

The director changed the topic,

"In the next period of time, the Silver Sand Secret Tomb is officially opened, the barrier of the Silver Sand Base is lifted, and the three religions, strange beasts, and superpowers swarm in. No one knows what will happen...

In short, Silver Sand Base will be in chaos, even the Governor's Mansion will be affected, and no place is safe.

Do you still remember the song I taught you? If you are in danger, remember to sing. "

"Remember."

Seeing Shan Hongyi nodding, the director left with peace of mind.

He still had research to do, so he had to hurry up.

The little loli seems to understand, can singing save herself?

Is it so magical?

Although she didn't understand, she didn't question the director.

Shan Hongyi has two truth-like perceptions in her little head:

1. The director will not lie.

2. Jiang Bai will not suffer any loss

The little Loli walked alone, humming the song the director taught her in a low voice.

"The sky is blue..."