This city simulation game can affect reality.

"Second place, Zhang Minglei."

Li Qingxin's clear voice continued to ring out in the classroom, and the second name chosen was uttered.

As soon as the name was announced, a guess gradually emerged in the minds of many astute students—

The order in which the teacher read out the names was not random; it seemed to be related to the skill level the students usually demonstrated.

The Zhang Minglei being mentioned now is clearly slightly better than Jiang Liang from before.

Once they realized this underlying pattern, the small glimmer of hope that had just ignited in the hearts of those students who knew they were not as good as Jiang Liang was completely shattered.

But the remaining three spots still made the hearts of the other six or seven recognized top performers race.

Some of the trainees even clenched their sweaty palms, as if awaiting their fate.

"Third, towards..."

Li Qingxin's voice rang out for the third time, but she had only uttered half a syllable of her surname when she was abruptly interrupted by a violent retching coming from the back of the classroom.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn, and they all subconsciously turned to look outside the door. In the corridor outside, a student from the next class was squatting on the ground, pale-faced, and looked like he was in great pain.

"Excuse me, what's wrong?"

Li Qingxin had no choice but to stop reading and quickly walked out of the classroom to inquire with concern. When the other person waved his hand to indicate that he was alright, she quickly arranged for two students to help him to the infirmary.

"I guess... I'll be next..."

Sitting in his seat, Xiang Cheng unconsciously took deep breaths.

He heard it clearly; Teacher Li had already uttered half of the word "towards".

This gave rise to a complex sense of tension within him.

If the other party allows me to enter the elite training class, it means that the possibility of my identity being exposed has been greatly reduced.

We still need to carefully observe the specific situation before making a judgment.

But now that the other party has gone to such lengths to set up a special skills class, how can Hitta explain to these students who have invested money and time if he doesn't impart real skills?

Unless... everyone in this class, from the teacher to the students, is playing along.

However, the probability of this happening is extremely low, so there is no reason to doubt it.

With his heart pounding, Xiang Cheng finally waited until Li Qingxin finished dealing with the emergency and returned to the podium.

"There was a slight hiccup, but we will continue to release the list."

After she stopped, her gaze swept across the entire class again, and she slowly said, "The third one is Xiang Linxuan."

At the same time, he turned his gaze to a certain spot in the last row of the classroom.

Xiang Linxuan and Xiang Cheng share the same surname, but they don't usually interact much.

However, what they had in common was that they were both among the top students in the class, with the most outstanding skills.

However, if we were to make a detailed comparison, Xiang Cheng's skills are more solid and more intuitive.

Hearing that the name wasn't his, Xiang Cheng's newly lifted spirits instantly sank again.

"There's still a chance... I still have a chance with the last two names..."

He silently comforted himself.

For Xiang Cheng, the announcement of this list was no less significant than a final judgment that would determine his fate.

If they don't call on me in the end, and the agritainment company doesn't call me back, then my situation will become very awkward in the days to come.

"Fourth place, Mao Jing."

Li Qingxin continued reading the fourth name.

There's only one spot left.

At this moment, apart from Xiang Cheng himself, the other students around him were not really moved.

Xiang Cheng's skill level is evident to all.

Since entering the school, he has been recognized as one of the best students in the class, with only a handful of people barely matching his level.

Without a doubt, who else could have the last spot besides Xiang Cheng?

"Fifth, Xiang Cheng."

As expected, Li Qingxin read out the name directly.

Actually, if the boss hadn't told her beforehand, she probably would have paused slightly before saying the name, kept the other person in suspense, and teased this scheming guy.

However, to avoid arousing unnecessary suspicion, it's best not to add anything unnecessary.

"The five students whose names have been called, please gather in room 13 after class. I will explain the details of the upcoming class."

After making the announcement, Li Qingxin turned and left the classroom, where four other classes were waiting for her to relay the message.

"call......"

At this moment, Xiang Cheng felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he leaned against the worktable behind him.

An overwhelming sense of excitement spread through him, which meant that he was safe for the time being.

This also means that he can get more compensation from his uncle later.

......

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon.

Xiang Cheng, wearing headphones, strolled alone along the Longgu River.

For him, the changes here were nothing short of earth-shattering.

He remembered that when he was in college a few years ago, he would pass by here from time to time, but at that time the riverbanks were desolate and deserted, and it was hard to see even a ghost.

Now, the place is full of life and energy, with people fishing, playing, and camping.

"You mean, they let you join the elite training class?"

The voice of my cousin Zhao Zhiqiang came through the earphone.

"Yes, the list was just announced this morning, and all the trainees heard it," Xiang Cheng confirmed, his gaze casually sweeping over the surroundings.

"Have you noticed anything unusual about anyone else?"

"No, everything is normal. Don't worry, I'm not stupid, I can read people." Xiang Chengxin said confidently, "If there's even the slightest abnormality, I'll run away immediately."

"Very good. Continue to lie low and do as I instructed. The core task is to find out the details of this special skills class, whether it's just a facade or there's something real about it."

"Understood, I will act accordingly."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Cheng felt much more relaxed, and even his breathing became much easier.

He walked silently along the banks of the Longgu River and unknowingly arrived at the fortune teller's stall.

On a whim, he stepped forward and said, "Master, could you please tell my fortune?"

The middle-aged fortune teller smiled slightly, raised his eyelids and carefully examined him for a moment, then slowly said, "The young man walks steadily, but his eyes hold a wandering light, as if he is both grounded and suspended on a tightrope."

"What I seek on this journey is probably not an ordinary future, but rather a sense of peace within my heart?"

The cryptic words sent a chill down Xiang Cheng's spine: "What do you mean? Explain it clearly."

"The secrets of heaven are like water; if it is too clear, there will be no fish. You are situated at the confluence of two waters, seemingly enjoying favorable circumstances, but in reality, it is like navigating treacherous shoals."

The fortune teller deliberately dragged out his words: "The wind moves, the sails move, but it's better for the heart to move first."

"What are you babbling about? Are you going to do this divination or not?"

Xiang Cheng seemed to be losing patience; he didn't want to hear the other party continue to speak in riddles.

"Yes, of course we'll calculate it. Now, please provide your birth date and time."

The fortune teller then pointed to the QR code for receiving payments next to him.