Chapter 11 (2/2)
”The conditions are simple.”
”What is it?”
”Two skills at advanced level or four skills at primary level.”
”Poof!”
Nima, I really can't believe this product. He's only a junior in arithmetic now. He only knows that the promotion is related to Wei Xiaohuan, but he doesn't know the details. Senior? It's not going to wait until it's gray.
It's a bit possible for the four skills to be at the primary level. It seems that we should have more contact with the system and deepen our feelings in the future.
”Let's talk about punishment, big brother.”
”For the first time, the punishment is the minimum standard. At the same time, the host can get a certain reward for completing the punishment. ”
Eh, it's good. There are rewards. It's better to be a skill. It's just, why didn't you say what to do to be punished? Is your law enforcement really legal?
”What is the penalty?” The soldiers have no way to make complaints about it.
”Punishment content: the public library affiliated to Taicheng university has one thousandth of the books in its collection, and knows them all like the back of one's hand.”
Yu Bing said with a sigh of relief: ”one in a thousand, it's OK to master it.”
”No, how many books does that library have?”
”300000 copies.”
”One thousandth of three hundred thousand is three hundred. I'll wipe three hundred!”
”The calculation is correct, and the contents of the 300 books are textbooks from junior one to senior three and related books.”
Yu Bing almost didn't vomit blood. He would rather not calculate correctly.
”No, there are not so many books from grade one to grade three, right? 14 in grade one, 16 in grade two, 9 in grade three, 24 in grade one, 25 in grade two, plus 80 or 90 in grade three? Well, I'll count you 100. How can you count 300? ”
”You only calculate textbooks, related exercises, synthesis and so on. You don't calculate them.”
“……”
”The system reminds you that all books must be well understood, that is to say, recitation is not good, on this basis, drawing inferences from one instance can be regarded as the minimum standard.”
”You let me die!”
”Aren't you proud of being a college student?”
Yu Bing really recognized the contempt of the system.
”It's impossible to finish the task!”
”It's a penalty and it has to be done. If the host does not accept it, it will change and punish the host to become an ugly man, including but not limited to the ugliness of appearance, height and body shape. ”
This is the real pit father.
”I accept.”
Yu Bing wants to kill himself with 18 kinds of weapons.
”Hello, Yu Xiaobing, what's the matter with you?” The voice of Wei Xiaohuan came to my ear.
Yu Bing opened his eyes and found himself lying on the sofa with an ice towel on his head.
”What happened to you? I'm short of breath and I'm going to faint. ” Wei Xiaohuan looked at him nervously.
Looking at the beautiful girl that can be taken with a few more moves, Yu Bing wants to give himself another knife.
”Nothing.”
He has a feeble way.
”Is your brain hurt again?”
”Maybe.”
”Well, take a break first.”
”Good.”
”But I'm curious, is your ability to predict just because you feel my heart?”
”Right.”
What a chance. Cry.
”It was Zhang Shengli who hit you on the head, and then you felt my voice, and you had super power, right?”
Good brain tonic, alas.
”Probably.”
”No wonder you can predict what will happen to Tian Yong. Are you a super power? Great! Where did Zhang Shengli hit you? Alas, it's hard to say this kind of thing. Playing in the same position doesn't necessarily lead to the same result. I've read books like you. ”
”Oh.”
What books do you read? God.
”You don't want to talk...” Wei Xiaohuan's mood is so low.