Kacha!
The cold virtual cabin was opened. Yang Fan sat up in the cabin in a daze. His eyes were unfocused and his mind was still in a blank state.
He couldn't tell if he was in a dream or in reality.
He was still killing monsters, saving humans, experiencing the tide of spiritual energy, and experiencing the thrill of leveling up.
Why was he sitting in this cold, coffin-like machine in the next second?
What did it mean that the game time was over? Was he not in a dream?
The memory fragments in his mind would always play such tricks when they recovered. They would instantly attach his subconscious to the main body of the memory, passively experiencing the most profound experience in the main body's memory.
This time, it felt a little different. The numbness in his body was too real. It was no longer a god's perspective, but his consciousness had really merged with this body.
Shua!
The dim light in the room lit up. On the display screen less than two meters in front of Yang Fan, a string of information suddenly appeared. At the same time, a voice that Yang Fan was very familiar with sounded from the screen.
"Student Yang Fan, grade C + for this assessment. You have failed the assessment. I hope you will continue to work hard next time and try to enter the Federation's famous school!"
Yang Fan quivered and quickly looked up. Wasn't this the system's voice? Why did it run into his dream?
The electronic screen seemed to record Yang Fan's personal results. Yang Fan fixed his eyes on it and quickly saw the content written on it:
Name: Yang Fan
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Martial Arts Level: Level 2 Martial Disciple
Class: Senior Year 29 Class
Assessment Time: 8 hours
Assessment Content: In the game "Salvation", successfully reverse the decline of the human race before the apocalypse, spread martial arts, expose the demon race's conspiracy, and save more human race compatriots.
Assessment Result: Grade C + (Failed)
System Evaluation: The candidate's thinking is correct and has the heart to save the human race and inspire the human race. However, he lacks the ability to see the big picture, has no leadership ability, no command ability, ordinary martial arts talent, and insufficient spiritual talent. Personality defects: Inferiority complex, manic, stubborn, has certain psychological hidden dangers, mild persecutory delusions, recommended Li Ben to undergo psychological intervention treatment.
[Note: The above results are determined by the artificial intelligence system of 'Salvation'. It is true and valid without any interference. Within three days of the end of the assessment, candidates can check the assessment results at any time.]
Yang Fan was dumbfounded. How did he become a second level Martial Disciple again?
Also, what the hell is this' Salvation 'game?
Wasn't the mock exam held in the eastern suburbs of West Chu City? How did it become a game?
Yang Fan felt a splitting headache. This didn't seem like a dream, but he also felt like he was still in a dream. What was going on?
"Student Yang Fan, the assessment is over. Please leave immediately!"
"Student Yang Fan, the assessment is over. Please leave immediately!"
The familiar urging voice came from the screen again. Yang Fan frowned and struggled to get out of the virtual cabin. He walked toward the door of the room in a daze. He wanted to go outside and take a look. Maybe there would be some different clues outside.
Shua!
Yang Fan had just walked to the door when the camera on the door automatically scanned and the door opened automatically.
"Little Fan! You're finally out! "
Yang Fan had just stepped out of the door when a familiar middle-aged woman grabbed his arm and asked him, "The assessment ended a long time ago. Why did you only come out now? I've already told you not to care too much about the assessment results. After graduation, you can follow your father and help out in the shop. You can still support your family. "
"If you still want to go to school, ask your father to sign you up for a martial arts dojo. You can still continue to practice martial arts."
"Don't always think about going out of the city. So many people die in the Demon Hunter Squad every year. If you go out with them, will this old lady still be able to sleep every day?"
The woman pulled Yang Fan and nagged, but it made waves of warmth rise in Yang Fan's heart. The loneliness and shame in his heart dissipated, and the memories that originally belonged to this body began to fill his blank mind like a tide.
"Mom, don't say anymore!" Yang Fan naturally called out. He calmly looked at the woman in front of him who had raised him for eighteen years and solemnly said, "You don't have to worry about me. I've already grown up. Moreover, I'm already used to it. It's just a mock exam. It won't affect me at all."
Comrade Zhao Linglan was startled when she heard this. She seriously raised her head and looked at her eldest son. Her heart was a little sour. This sentence of 'already used to it' was full of all the bitterness of this child's three years of high school.
She raised her hand and touched Yang Fan's somewhat cold face. She held his head close to her forehead and gently said, "Silly son, martial arts talent is never dependent on others. Don't give yourself too much pressure. Come, come home with mom. Your dad made you your favorite egg noodles! "
Yang Fan's eyes lit up. "The shop received eggs again?"
"Yes, we just received two turkey eggs from your Uncle Zhang, each weighing at least a hundred kilograms. We sold one, and kept the other for you and your sister." Zhao Linglan pulled Yang Fan's arm and walked out. As she walked, she said, "Let's go back now. Who knows, your dad might already be done by now!"
No one brought up the exam results again. For a student who always placed last in every exam, there was no point in asking about the exam results.
Even though the exam this time was extremely different — the entire Federation's high school graduates would be using a 100% virtual gaming pod for the first time for the mock exam. But no matter what, the exam still couldn't be separated from the two aspects of strength and talent.
Therefore, Zhao Linglan knew very well that for her eldest son, Yang Fan, the results of any exam were more or less the same. She might as well not ask.
"Son, is there something wrong with your head?" After taking two steps, Zhao Linglan suddenly stopped and seriously sized up Yang Fan. "When you came out just now, you were in a daze, as if you didn't recognise me at all. Could it be that your memory was messed up and you still haven't woken up from the mock exam?"
"Is that so?" Yang Fan was a little guilty. "I just felt a little dazed just now. My mind really wasn't very clear. But it's much better now. I can remember everything now. "
"See, how could your mother's feelings be wrong?" Zhao Linglan had an 'as expected' look on her face. Then, she began to complain incessantly, "I really don't understand why the Federation would use such a high degree of virtual equipment for prospective martial artists like you to use. I heard that even the most strong-willed martial artists can lose themselves in a virtual game and not be able to differentiate between virtual reality and reality. The side effects are not small! "
Yang Fan nodded and added, "It is indeed difficult to differentiate between virtual reality and reality. But the Federation government naturally has its reasons for doing so. Us little old Bai have no right to interfere. I believe that the Federation government won't harm us!"
Zhao Linglan rolled her eyes at her son. "Of course, I know what's right and what's wrong, but I'm just worried that your brain will be fried. I heard that the side effects of that virtual game are not small. If you feel that there's anything wrong, you must tell me, okay?"
Yang Fan nodded continuously, but his mind was still recalling his great achievements in Chengdu. He began to feel a little absent-minded again.
In the corridor, in the school, Yang Fan saw many familiar faces. Hua Yue, Xia Zixuan, Yan Han, and Teacher Wang Zhe, who wore sunglasses and walked with his head held high. These people were all still alive.
Not only them, but Huanan Martial Arts School, West Chu City, and the millions of citizens in West Chu City were all still alive.
There was no city-destroying battle, no system accompanying him, and no protagonist template of transmigrating to the beginning of the apocalypse to be the savior.
Everything he had experienced before was all a game. It was a virtual life.
Being pulled by Zhao Linglan out of the school gates, the moment he brushed past Teacher Wang Zhe, Yang Fan's heart suddenly had an uncontrollable impulse. He could not help but step forward to block Wang Zhe's path, and asked Wang Zhe directly, "Teacher Wang, are you from Yan City? Graduated from the Federation Martial Arts School? And has a class monitor who has always had a crush on you called Sun Yan? "
Wang Zhe was stunned. He looked at Yang Fan doubtfully and lifted his hand to take off his sunglasses. He stared at Yang Fan with an unhappy expression. "Little student, you're quite well-informed! Tell me, where did you get all this information from? Although my information is not top secret, in West Chu City, there are very few people who know about it. "
Yang Fan's body froze. His mind was in a mess.
Looking at Wang Zhe's expression, he seemed to have admitted his identity, but how was that possible? Those were all virtual scenes and memories. How could they match up with reality?
Was it a coincidence?
Seeing that Yang Fan seemed to have angered the handsome teacher in front of her, Zhao Linglan quickly pulled Yang Fan to the side and tried to smooth things over for him with a smile.
"Teacher Wang, right? Please don't hold it against this child. He just came out from the mock exam and his mind isn't completely clear yet. He's just spouting nonsense and can't be taken seriously. Just now, he didn't even recognize his own mother."
After apologizing, without waiting for Wang Zhe to say anything, Zhao Linglan pulled Yang Fan and quickly left. Her footsteps were very fast, almost jogging. In just a short while, they were out of the school gate.
Wang Zhe stood there speechlessly looking at the mother and son. His eyes were fixed on Yang Fan.
"Was it really just nonsense? How could nonsense know everything about me? I've almost forgotten the name Sun Yan, how did he know? "
"Still have a crush. Who told him such a secret, it really is boring!"
With doubts in his heart, Wang Zhe turned around and walked back to his office.
The monk can run, but the temple can't run. He remembered that this kid was a famous person in class 29. He should have a nickname called "Shame of South China", so it wasn't hard to find him.
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