Rules Quirk: This Death Prompt Is Not Right!

Lin Cang wondered.

[There are no patterns in the math paper, whether they are triangles or circles.] 】

What about trapezoids?

Lin Cang stared at the strange pattern.

He intends to answer one according to the previous question, and then answer according to the ignorant triangle and circle ~ one.

After the two answers were made, they caused an uproar in the live broadcast room.

"Crouch, strong."

"Mathematics experts on the Internet say that Lin Shen's test paper is at least 140-up!"

"Oh my God, Lin Shen is a good cowhide."

Many foreign netizens came to watch Lin Cang's answers, and then look at the test papers of their chosen ones.

The voices of hatred for iron are not steel.

"Ouch, can it be miscalculated so simple."

"Wrong! Change ah! Don't turn the page!! ”

"I'm so anxious!!"

Lin Cang did not choose to check the paper after finishing it.

Not his blind confidence.

From just now he checked the question of the last question many times, after the topic suddenly changed.

He knew that the topic could not be read more.

It will change when you see it!

[Please don't stay on a question in the test paper for too much time.] 】

The system's prompts made him more sure of what he had in mind.

Everyone's topic is different.

Cookies are not available to everyone!

He clasped the scratch paper on the test paper, pretended to be sleeping on the table, and observed the candidates around him.

The candidates in the front row have found someone to cooperate in cheating, and small notes are constantly passing under the table.

The Mediterranean proctor sitting at their last seemed to be dozing off, ignoring the cheating.

Is cheating allowed?

Lin Cang was thinking.

[Please don't anger the invigilator.] 】

The system prompts sound.

Lin Cang knows that as long as he is not taken too far, even if the teacher discovers that cheating is tolerated.

Lin Cang didn't bother much.

He also lay on his stomach and looked at the Chosen One.

Lilan and Trondodd began to exchange answers, and their test papers were almost finished.

The other pair of Chosen ones who formed a team were not so lucky.

One of the Chosen Ones accidentally knocked over the stationery box on the table while stuffing the note to the other.

Blah blah

The pen and ruler fell to the ground, attracting the teacher's attention.

The Mediterranean teacher seemed to be woken up, and he stood up with a gloomy face and walked towards the chosen one who passed the note.

"Classmates."

He stood in front of the Chosen One, holding up his glasses, his tone containing anger.

"What are you doing?"

The Chosen One obviously stuttered a little in fright, and a natural fear of the teacher filled his heart.

He subconsciously denied it.

"No, I didn't do anything..."

Bang——

The Mediterranean teacher slapped him on his desk! Reaching out and pulling out the note he was holding.

In the frightened eyes of the candidates, the Chosen One was slapped out of the examination room by the Mediterranean teacher.

He crashed into the railing outside and fainted instantly!

"Crouch!"

"Cheating and just killing?"

"Did you see that he was bleeding from the back of his head!"

The audience in the live broadcast room saw this terrifying scene from Lin Cang's perspective.

None of them expected that cheating actually led to death!

Shouldn't you be expelled from this exam, there are still opportunities in other subjects!

The audience was right, normal cheating is just expulsion from the exam room.

But that day the choice angered the Mediterranean teacher.

The science teacher who is not smooth enough hates having students lie in front of him the most.

Another day, who had lost his teammate, chose to start doing his own home.

But the math problem was like a book in heaven, and he couldn't understand it at all!

He lay on his desk in despair, and unlike Lin Cang's indifferent sleeping on his stomach, he buried his head and almost cried!

It's over, it's over!

Dilafe naturally saw the scene in the penultimate row, and his hands holding the pen were sweating.

What's going on?

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Didn't the rules of the paper say that you can cheat if you are okay!?

Why would that person be punished!?

Dilafi was so flustered that he couldn't even write the title.

He looked at Lin Cang's back with a pleading gaze.

Lin Cang seemed to sense that someone was staring at him, and he turned back.

Those watery and pleading eyes made Lin Cang's heart tremble.

Crouch! That maniac look at me!

Lin Cang quickly turned around and continued to lie down.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also amused.

They learned from the live broadcast room of Moran Country that Dilafi is a fan of Lin Cang and the royal prince of Moran Country.

Dilafi's actions were not malicious, from the viewer's point of view.

... .... ...

He is serious and wants to team up with Lin Cang and show oversight.

But because it was too fanatical and could not find the opportunity to speak.

Recognized as a pervert by Lin Cang.

"Laugh at me, this prince is too humble."

"Lin Shen is so funny."

"It's me and I'll cry out!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

While Lin Cang was lying down to sleep, he had been training his perception with the White Wolf King in his heart.

Within five meters, he could already tell their good and evil towards themselves by emotions.

Interestingly.

There was also an extremely strong hatred around him against him.

His previous physical discomfort was also because of this hatred.

Lin Cang raised his head and stared straight at the candidate sitting in front of him.

The person who had interfered with his answer to the question before and kept tapping on his table.

Hatred flowed from him, almost like substance!

Lin Cang took a deep breath of that hatred.

The hazy smell stung Lin Cang's nerves.

He could already guess in his heart why this person hated himself.

The corners of his mouth hooked.

Still lying on his stomach and pretending to sleep, he picked up a pen and poked the person in front of him in front of him with the tip of the pen under the desk.

"Classmate..."

......

...... Again.