I Become A God, Exposed By A Reborn

It seemed that the candidates in the second exam were all affected by Xia Qinglin's affection, so they were held back to ask questions, but instead they answered patiently.

Because of these students, they survived because of Xia Qingboot's answer. As long as there is gratitude in his heart, he will naturally not show his face to Xia Qing boots.

When they heard this answer, everyone frowned.

There is no principal's office, and the principal has never appeared in front of the students, which is too mysterious.

"I think the principal must be hidden among a certain teacher." Ji Wenbin suddenly thought of something, he suddenly looked at Xia Qingshoe and said, "Miss Xia, can you help me ask, who is the person who took the photo? |11

The person taking the picture?

At this moment, Zhuan Gaohua and Ding Xiaoqiao suddenly became excited.

yes.

There are three photos, but all of them are the vice-principal standing in the middle. Perhaps it is not that the principal is not there, but that he is the one who took the photo.

"But the students have said that the principal is very mysterious and has never met each other." Xia Qingpiao shook his head and said, "If the person who took the photo was the principal, then the students should not answer like this.

However, after she finished speaking, seeing that Ji Wenbin was still looking at herself stubbornly, she had no choice but to hold a student and ask who took the three photos.

"Ah, you said that the person who took the photo was Teacher Jin, his usual hobby was taking pictures with a camera, and he took all the photos in our school.

"Mr. Jin is the teacher of the third year of high school, call, right there.

As the student pointed, Ji Wenbin looked at it and saw that it was a middle-aged male teacher.

After the student who was being questioned left, the four Xia Qing Prison came over and found that the other teacher, like other teachers, had an answer for each student's questions, and there were no special police officers.

When Ji Wenbin stepped forward to ask, Teacher Jin smiled, "In my opinion, Qinglin High School is like a mother's hand, gentle and peaceful, with the roughness of an old man, but it has the effect of soothing the soul. 39

After Ji Wenbin finished asking, everyone stepped forward to ask, and they got different answers.

But just when they were about to ask other teachers, they found that Ji Wenbin was walking in the direction of the studio.

"Brother, why are you going? I haven't finished asking yet." Zhuan Gaohua was puzzled.

"No need to ask." Ji Wenbin sighed, "I think what Teacher Jin said is the correct answer||. 99

"The student just said that the principal is very mysterious, and everyone has never met each other, so it is very likely that the principal is hidden among the teachers, and I think Mr. Jin is the principal.

Xia Qing tugged at her eyebrows, which was too reluctant to speculate.

If the student she asked said at the time that she did not know who the person who took the photo was, she would agree with Ji Wenbin's guess that the person who took the photo was the principal.

But now the person taking the photo is Teacher Jin, who has a name and a surname, so in her opinion, it is probably not.

Because she was the first student to ask, but said it.

Without the principal's office, the principal is very mysterious. As students, they do not know who the principal is.

Students are the fastest group of information dissemination, and students have a natural curiosity, they will get to the bottom.

Ji Wenbin's speculation is too simple, she doesn't believe that the students of Qinglin High School can't think of it.

But still making such an answer proves that Mr. Jin is definitely not the principal.

"You don't have to persuade me.

Ji Wenming insists:

"The art teacher said before, that those who did not meet a certain standard in the first two exams will be eliminated. For the first exam, I chose "I don't know".

"This answer should allow me to avoid death, but it is not the correct answer."

Not to mention in the second game, I relied on luck and didn't die in the teacher's door. In the end, I survived by Miss Xia's answer. "

"My grades in these two exams will not be high. If the third exam is still like this, I will definitely die. 59

"Then I might as well give it a shot.

The crowd was silent.

This is Ji Wenbin's own choice, and they have no right to stop it.

And although it is not good to think so, Zhuan Gaohua really hopes that the other party will give it a try.

Right or wrong, they will be given information.

Afterwards, Xia Qingyu and the three hurried back to the studio after inquiring in the teacher's office of the senior year.

When they got to the studio, they happened to see Ji Wenbin sitting in the seat, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and in front of him was an eight-sided drawing paper.

-Old hands, vividly presented on the drawing paper.

Seeing the three coming over and looking at his mother's hand in amazement, Ji Wenbin couldn't help but smile, "Before, because of my hobbies, I studied art for a while.

I see.

"Very good!" Xia Qing Boots praised.

"Thank you. 99

With that said, Ji Wenbin looked at Zhuan Gaohua, "Captain Zhuan, if I die, I must give the money to my mother.

"Don't worry, money is a number to us extraordinary people, and I will not be greedy for ink."

Hearing this, Ji Wenbin looked envious, he sighed, picked up the drawing paper, and came to the art teacher.

He handed the drawing paper to the other party, with a nervous but confident smile, very contradictory:

"Teacher, I'm done.

"I think the spirit of Qinglin High School is like a mother's hand. Although it is old and rough, it is gentle and peaceful. 5

The art teacher took the drawing paper, glanced at it, frowned, and handed the drawing paper to Ji Wenbin expressionlessly, "Classmate, it seems that you did not understand the spirit of Qinglin going to high school, unfortunately, you were eliminated. already."

Hearing this, Ji Wenbin's face turned pale.

He subconsciously took over his own drawing paper.

Suddenly, the mother's hand he painted came to life.

The old arm that was still and was drawn with a brush stretched out, came to reality from the painting, grabbed Ji Wenbin, and then pulled it directly into the painting.

Looking at the drawing paper floating in the air, the minds of the three of Xia Qingyu went blank. This kind of death, suddenly displayed in front of them, was too terrifying.

Xia Qingshoe closed her eyes, Ji Wenbin's death made her more certain that there must be a standard answer, it couldn't be a random answer from the teacher.

The random answer does not conform to the murder rules of the pavilion pollution source at all.

So what is the standard answer?

Xia Qingqiu's mind turned rapidly.

She thought of Mr. Chen's words again, and thought about why she could pass the first exam.

Why, naturally because of the details!

So what were the details of the third exam? What details did she forget?

The four of them discussed it just now, and Xia Qingqing also believed that if a standard answer was to be found, then the school spirit as mentioned by the principal should be the standard answer.

However, the students also said that the principal is very mysterious, they have never met (how is Zhao), and there is no principal's office.

And the three photos she looked at before were also the vice-principal standing in the most important position in the middle, and there was no figure of the principal.

"Sorry, here are the photos you mentioned.

At this time, Ding Xiaoqiao suddenly spoke, and she found that on the wall of the studio, there were also three pictures of students, teachers and the whole school.

Hearing this, Xia Qing came to the prison under these three photos and looked up without blinking.

At this time, she had put the answers from the teachers' mouths behind her, because no matter how she analyzed it, she felt awkward and couldn't find a correct answer.

This kind of relying on luck to choose the correct answer, in Xia Qingyu's view, is itself a mistake.

Pollution sources are regular, dull and rigid, but not random.

"It turns out that you are the principal!"

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Qingqiu let out a sigh.

This voice, with sudden realization, with joy, and with a kind of confidence.

The final answer, she already knew,

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