Chapter 1577 Workshop (IX)

I don't believe it...

It can be seen that even though he has tried his best to maintain his posture, Fu Qian's response to the test once again broke through the psychological defenses of the two seniors.

At that moment, Yingzhu, who seemed to be really going to call Oz out, stopped and stood stiffly in place.

And Oz opposite her was already dumbfounded.

Don't forget your original intention, so you can achieve your goal!

Facing such a scene, Fu Qian was also moved in his heart, and once again realized the philosophy of life.

The reason why there is such a good effect is inseparable from consistent persistence.

The confidence of "the whole world is wrong" is not only to say, but also to do.

Faced with such a test, trembling and racking your brains, just to smear a few strokes of self-proof on the final answer?

Sorry, the real middle school students don't need proof.

In the stagnant air, time seems to pass very slowly.

But Fu Qian didn't say anything, and gave the other party time to react very considerately.

"So... you gave up this test?"

After a moment, Ms. Yingzhu finally took a deep breath and stared at this side with a strange expression.

The fact did not disappoint Fu Qian's expectations. After a while of brewing, the other party undoubtedly delivered a perfect assist.

"No, I just handed in the paper in advance."

Pushing the non-existent glasses, Fu Qian smiled coldly.

"No need for a night, this is my final answer, no discovery."

"Now you can score."

...

"You don't seem to know your situation too well..."

Three goals, shocking the audience again.

Fortunately, after being taught repeatedly, the two workshop members finally had a certain resistance.

This time, it was even Oz who spoke first, expressing his confusion about Fu Qian's blank paper.

"Believe me, this is not boring arrogance. I have always been very clear about my situation."

It's a pity that Fu Qian's tone of response seemed to be a bit transformed. Looking around, his eyes were full of persistence that was not understood by the world.

"I don't know what other people who have been here have interpreted these things to express how to transcend themselves with them."

"But to me, they are just some special patterns, nothing more."

"As for your so-called saying that they contain the laws of the world, I don't refute it, but if I must understand this, I tend to think that they are just a flash of glitter."

With a cold smile, Fu Qian rubbed the surface of the gold coin with his fingers.

"Their existence is incomplete and not enough to carry any power."

...

The foreshadowing is laid all the way in front, and only by passing the test can you enter the workshop.

Then came to this mysterious place, coupled with the cool scene in this venue, it is indeed easy for people to go all out on it.

But unfortunately, instead of accepting this natural thing, Fu Qian prefers to insist on understanding the organizational culture.

On the one hand, as a second-level, plus the experience of communicating with this "knowledge is power" school, people can completely come to the conclusion that a simple pattern can't get anything.

But even without this cognition, in Fu Qian's view, perfectly interpreting the original middle two settings may still be the best solution for the current situation.

The answer to the test may be unique, but the way to pass is not.

A person who has proved to be a little talented in a certain concept by finding the gold coin, and at the same time perfectly fits the corporate culture.

Such talents are obviously very high-quality for such an underground organization.

Not to mention the current paranoia, if the person who really fails the assessment and thinks that the "call of destiny" is blocked by the traitor, what he will do next is simply unimaginable.

So the moment he heard the content of the test clearly, Fu Qian had already determined the answering strategy.

Now the pressure is on the examiner.

And it is obvious that Oz no longer knows what to say. At this moment, he can only look at Lady Yingzhu and wait for her to make a decision.

"Very good..."

The latter is obviously also very impressed by the performance of the subject. He sighed and did not do the boring tug-of-war of "Are you really sure?".

Instead, a smile appeared on his face.

"Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that you have set another record and completed the test at the fastest speed so far."

...

Sure enough.

At that moment, Fu Qian, who always liked to put himself in other people's shoes, instantly confirmed some guesses in his mind about the nature of the test.

This seemingly serious test actually did not expect the testee to gain anything from it.

The content of talent had been tested long before when they were looking for gold coins.

After a long period of comprehension, they finally stopped deceiving themselves, firmly determined that there was no gain, and expressed it honestly. This seemed to be the answer they wanted for the test.

The so-called spiritual attribute assessment.

Although it sounds a bit funny at first, there may be logic behind it.

In addition to the emphasis on learning morality before practicing martial arts, this final assessment method is also a disguise.

After all the hard work, it ended up being such a farce, which really fits the image of a middle school organization.

Of course, now it seems that I have almost perfectly passed this political review with my choice of not forgetting my original intention.

"Congratulations, the call of fate has come."

While thinking, Oz, whose expression suddenly changed, walked aside at Yingzhu's signal. When he came back, he had a thick book in his hand.

"Sign your name."

"What is this?"

Fu Qian asked with a frown, without reaching out to take it.

The brown leather cover looked very old, and even had traces of dried blood, which looked very unusual.

"The list, the symbol of being allowed to enter the workshop."

Oz answered with a proud look.

"Please believe me, this honor is not easy to get."

"Is there everyone who is allowed to enter the workshop?"

Fu Qian finally seemed to be interested and stretched out his hand to open it.

Unfortunately, this thick list only used the first few pages, and even at a glance, there was only one name on each page.

"There is not only one list, this is the latest one."

Yingzhu clearly saw his doubts and explained it herself.

This is reasonable. If I were a saint, I could fool people with it, but I probably wouldn't register like this.

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian turned to the latest blank page and took a look at the last newcomer's name before he passed the test - Sophia.

The font is very beautiful, and it even looks like the real name is used, and it seems that she has a good upbringing.

Is the second year of middle school a stage of life that no one can escape?