At this moment, the warm-looking Kang Hop turned solemn. This sign immediately alarmed everyone because they understood the following information was crucial and significant. It was something no one should trifle with, so every idle noise ceased without a trace.
"Listen to the test construct!" Kang Hop's speech became cold with the loss of delectable air in his voice. In fact, it only sounded impatient.
I understood this man was bound to give a long explanation, and it was better to analyze the nature and structure of the test. So I expressionlessly concentrated as I fixed my sharp gaze on his mouth. I believed if I couldn't hear him, I would at least see his lips move. Of course, that thought was only an assumption because my ear was also as sharp as my eyes. In any case, being careful would reduce unnecessary hard work caused by careless errors.
At the same time, I activated my phone recording. I knew I would revisit these instructions later. Of course, it was not that I couldn't understand what was happening, but I needed re-confirmation. And the only way to do that was to have everything recorded. One can never be safe, right?
"In this test, the bullied victim would claim to be bullied and intimidated. They would be afraid that the bully would kill them. The first thing to do in this test is to ascertain the truth. The second thing after finding the truth is to find the bully—this part is compulsory. However, if the bully and the victim are your classmates, the school would score them according to their last test. Also, how well they performed would determine if the school would give them additional bonuses. Put it another way—the bully and the victim could be anyone from the first year to the third year. The evidence of the bully and the victim is their respective marks. The school marked the bully with 'Y' and the victim with an 'X' mark. However, this Y and X stamp is special; no one can mimic them." Kang Hop explained diligently.
This situation was a little bit dragged. Could any of us handle these complex mental works? I kept wondering what the whole episode of explanation was. Also, the only thing I could think of was: what the hell!
That explanation took quite the time, but people paid more attention like the gods had come to pass them a decree. The entire students betrayed their thoughts on their expressions. So while most of them became depressed, others appeared angry. Regardless, they all had pensive dispositions. Also, most of them were wholly confused—they did not know where to begin or end. It appeared as if no matter what the teacher explained—they would misunderstand it.
The next moment, everyone's phone buzzed; students plunged themselves into an uproar with a single glance at our phones. Ironically, everyone held on till now, but the school finally broke us to pieces with this alert. What we saw was a picture file. In the picture, there were two shadows. They represented the bully and its bullied victim. However, they appeared as only shadows—both the bully and the victim seemed too inconspicuous. Nonetheless, the location was quite obvious—it was the back of the athletic swimming pool. And unlike the class swimming pools, this one was unique.
From the way the teacher presented the test, any careful person should be able to pick up the trail left by the bully and the victim. So the school appeared to suggest that we apply common sense. With this picture, new questions could come to the student's mind. 'Why did the bully appear in that location.' "This test will probably be a hassle. No matter which direction you proceed, it will never be easy." I muttered to myself as I churned out my thoughts.
"Even when I desire peace, the school wouldn't even allow me to have that much. What sort of ironic test is this? Why didn't they ask us to become detectives instead? If they were so capable, why didn't they find the rulers of this country?" These bones had really angered me with their riddles. I couldn't understand how they intended to allow us to answer these rubbish tests. I would love to avoid this hassle.
At the same time, Li Min stood among the crowd, but she always glowed like an angelic being. If I didn't know any better, she might have deceived me like those muggers who couldn't turn their gaze away. But to me, that girl was no different from an ant crawling on one's skin. Her disturbance level was on another degree, probably incomparable. However, she was cold and indifferent as usual. In any case, she could mostly come up with this attitude when she appears in the public eyes. But when she found herself alone with me—this vixen would do outrageous and weird things. Regardless, she seemed to be filtering and listening to the test construct.
While the student busied their minds deciphering the test—class C homeroom teacher—Wei Yan replaced class A homeroom teacher: Kang Hop. Just as she took the platform, her presence dismissed the severe atmosphere. Although, she couldn't evaporate all the tension in this current situation; however, her presence lightened it up. The students understood that even if the god of charm appeared today, that god couldn't make them feel any different—there was no safety from the test. The reason was simple: the examination had become a knife to their neck, and no one could shake off the feeling.
However, at this point, I even wondered why my homeroom teacher didn't come out. 'Did the school not have any instruction for him?' Then again, he was really not promising for this kind of job because instead of lighting the atmosphere, he could make it heavier. Right now, the situation had filled the student's hearts with gloom, and the last thing they needed was another gloomy fellow. No one would smile when they have such a character staring at them.
"Hello! Hmm, is the test difficult?" Wei Yan broke the ice. However, the guys who were hedonistic about Wei Yan beamed. The little they must have deduced about the test had flown away into the abyss of darkness. And that was if they really did understand any previous explanations Kang Hop gave them.
"I want to talk about the raping test." Wei Yan beamed like an angelic being. "For this test, the victim would be traumatized, and she would be unwilling to give any information to you. I will share ten potential case studies. They range from the first year to the third year. These people are puppets implored for the test purpose alone." Wei Yan glanced at the confused students and shook her head slightly. Then touched her phone skillfully; in no time, our phones buzzed again. We checked the phone and saw ten potential victims.
This time the test seemed different because it was not only to identify the victim—but to use our mental power to extract information from the potential victim. This situation was more like a police suspect. The police wouldn't arrest or harass these suspects until they had verified their findings.
"You will extract the correct information from the real victim about who raped them. Also, you should be able to control her situation."
Wei Yan sounded vague, but she had passed the information nonetheless. However, the grumbling of the students was apparent that they understood almost nothing. The test was impossible, and it tested our limit continuously—it was the same with the bigger society. 'are these really a test for the first-year senior student? Why does the test look like a university test or vocational trial?' The student lamented—they were aggrieved.
"Use any affordable means but avoid violence because it will quickly lead to your expulsion. Are we clear?"
"Yes!" The student mumbled inconsistent words. It was clear the test had placed them all in a difficult situation. At the same time, they knew they shouldn't expect anyone to streamline everything for them. In any case, the challenge was difficult, and they could only depend on themselves.
"The test starts now, and we will meet here to announce the class victor in the next ten days." Wei Yan smiled teasingly. She obviously enjoyed the expression she saw on the student's face: the expression of desperation and despair. These teachers were all sadistic. They clothed themselves with veneer smiles; at the very least, that ghost, Jian He, was real.
The students crumbled in frustration. Their murmur towered to heaven. 'How could this be?' They thought. But who would listen to their frustration? Heaven had no time for their mess. This test was the first of its kind that the student had received. Ironically it appeared so impossible that it looked like their final exams. If they could scream only to tend to their frustration—they would have done so. However, no one wanted to incur punishment for themselves. Or perhaps, for their class, that would only create another disaster.
"By the way, may I add something that you might forget. The result of this test is not only to become emperor of your level but to increase and decrease your privilege. These privileges count both in this school and outside this school. Once the point system start, it either goes up or comes down. This rationale means that: it either increases or decreases your chance." Wei Yan uttered this announcement with utmost seriousness, indicating it was no joke.