Universal Simulation: I have countless talents

Today is a special day. After today, the fate of everyone will be completely different!

When each person is eighteen years old, he will have an opportunity to simulate life. Simulation of life is not like the college entrance examination. You can read again if you do n’t take the college entrance examination well.

Today, there will be someone who will simulate the failure of life and will always lose the opportunity to become a formal simulation.

Some people will also simulate the success of life and become a formal simulation, one step ascend to the sky!

A huge square was surrounded by high walls, and a powerful simulator standing on the top of the high wall. Some of the simulated breaths distorted the surrounding space.

At the entrance of the square, the students who are over 18 years old enter the square under the leadership of their respective teachers.

There are nearly 100,000 people in the huge square. Even if only a few people are talking, they are whispering. However, when the number of people is enough, the self -righteous theft can converge into a mountain -like roar!

Three or two students on the square form a group spontaneously. Many people look excited and energetic. Before failing to fail, everyone thought they were the protagonists.

Some people are full of concerns. These people can clearly understand their own abilities and understand their own abilities. I am afraid that there is no chance to pass this time this time.

Over time, fewer and fewer students entering the entrance, finally at a certain moment, the square entrance was closed!

The entire square is lit densitated runes, and a group of powerful simulators continue to inject energy. A white light of the world rises into the sky, tearing the sky!

When Bai Guang disappeared, Nuo Da's square was empty, and all students disappeared.

"Well, there are 280,000 students in Jiangcheng high school students in this year, and I don't know how many people can be formal simulation this year."

Wu Chuan stood on the high platform and looked at the empty square below, and couldn't help sighing.

On the side of the Mediterranean, the logistical director of the big belly took over the topic:

"I don't know anything else, but I know that this year is already the best achievement in our Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. If it is too far away, I said that the previous year, the entire Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School became a formal simulation."

The performance of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School the year before was too bad. The management of Jiangcheng's management was burned, and the blood changed to Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School. Wu Chuan also directly descended to the position of the principal of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School at this time.

The logistics director was full of charming smiles on the face of fat meat. "But this year's school only the first and second simulation of our school has 37 people through simulation of life, becoming a formal simulation!"

"Even according to the worst case, one of the third batch of students has not become a formal simulator. Even so, the rest of the schools in Jiangcheng can become a formal simulator.

"And our school can achieve such excellent results, it is inseparable from your credit! Thanks to the principal, you have worked hard. Under your wise guidance, our Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School will show his face hard this year!"

"Horse!"

The rest of the people later knew that they reacted later, and they attached to each other, and at the same time scolded sourly in their hearts.

hateful!

Why not think of making a fart first!

How did this logistics director shoot so fast and so skilled!

"Where, you can have such achievements, inseparable from everyone's efforts. This honor belongs to all of our teachers and students. In the coming year, I hope everyone will continue to maintain a new high!"

Wu Chuan's face showed a smile, and the results of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School this year are not bright.

Xia Guo is very large. It is only a Chuzhou population of 4 billion yuan. Chuzhou alone has almost 60 million years old students who start to simulate life.

Among these 60 million people can eventually stand out, there are no more than 10,000 people who have become formal simulated!

Jiangcheng is just one of more than thirty cities in Chuzhou, with a resident population of more than 30 million, and Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School is only one of the 17th Simulation College of Jiangcheng.

You must know that the entire Jiangcheng in the past year can become a formal simulator!

But this year, Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School has emerged. Without counting the third batch of students in front of him, there are already thirty -seven people who have become formal simulators!

Many people are happy in their hearts. This result is enough to make the position of many people in the entire Jiangcheng move upwards!

"This logistics director is good. It really is wrong to get people with a look." In the past, watching this fat -headed logistics director, Wu Chuan couldn't help but want to ask how much money he had done, but now he looks more and more pleasing to the eye.

Outside the square, many parents were full of hot sun, full of look, as if they were even more nervous than students who were experiencing simulation of life.

Among them, there are some well -known powerful simulated in Jiangcheng. At this time, they are like ordinary people, and they are full of nervousness.

Although for them, even if their children have not become a formal simulator, with their own strength, they can make their children live well, and even make their children's strength comparable to some simulators.

But that's just that, only the simulator has an infinite future!

A teenager was particularly noticeable among the uncomfortable parents.

The boy's look was too calm, and his eyes had no focal length, and he seemed to be depressed.

"It's eighteen years in this world, it's really fast."

Wang Pan was sitting on a wheelchair and sighed in his heart.

"Pan'er, do you say your sister can be a formal simulation?"

Zhang Yao put her hand on the wheelchair behind Wang Pan, asking for the nth time.

"Mom, don't worry, my sister will definitely become a formal simulator."

Wang Pan came back to his senses, his expression gentle, comforting a mother who was worried about her daughter's future.

"Your sister's goal since childhood is to become a formal simulator. If she fails this time, I don't know how sad she will be."

"If you ask me, it's not bad not to become a simulator. It's not bad to live an ordinary life. Becoming a simulator is so dangerous."

Zhang Yao sighed. Everyone thinks that becoming a formal simulator can make a big leap, but becoming a formal simulator is just the beginning.

After becoming a formal simulator, you can be considered a ninth-grade simulator. The strength of the simulator is from the ninth grade to the first grade, then the soldier realm, the general realm, the marquis realm, the human king realm...

When enjoying the benefits of being a simulator, you must also bear the responsibilities of being a simulator.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

There are many simulators who die from various reasons every year!

"By the way, Pan'er, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? If you are, you must tell me..."

"It's so hot, and I told you to stay at home, but you insisted on coming out with me."

Zhang Yao looked at Wang Pan worriedly, with a nervous look, asking with concern.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine. My body is like this. Haven't I been like this for so many years? I'm used to it."

"Besides, today is the most important day in my sister's life. If I'm not here, Xiangxiang will annoy me to death when she comes home."

Wang Pan didn't care at all, and still had a gentle smile on his face.

"It's all because of my parents' uselessness. They haven't cured your body for so many years."

Zhang Yao said with mist in her eyes and choked.

Over the years, Zhang Yao and Wang Jun have been tossing around for Wang Pan's illness.

Over the years, the simulation points spent on Wang Pan's medical treatment alone are not a small number.

The simulation points spent over the years have overwhelmed this family with a sixth-grade simulator, and they even owe a lot of foreign debts.

"Mom, don't say that. Being your son is my greatest luck."

Wang Pan didn't lie, he really thought so.

Wang Pan knew long ago that he was not the biological child of Zhang Yao and Wang Jun.

Being able to do so much for a person who was not related to him, Wang Pan felt warm and touched.

Perhaps Zhang Yao and Wang Jun thought they had concealed it well, but Wang Pan was a time traveler and knew it by nature!

Wang Pan still remembered the first person he saw after he was born, that was Wang Pan's biological mother in this life.

A beautiful girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, but at this time, she looked at Wang Pan with disgust, and then threw Wang Pan into the green belt on the side of the road.

In response, Wang Pan could only sigh, 'You are not old, but you are very cruel.'

It was precisely because Wang Pan was abandoned in the cold winter when he was born that it was too late when he was picked up by Zhang Yao and Wang Jun, and his wife, and his body was necrotic over a large area.

Over the years, Wang Jun used simulation points to exchange for a lot of natural treasures to nourish his body, otherwise Wang Pan would have died long ago.