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Rule 4: Candidates must not disobey the invigilator's orders under any circumstances.

"No, no, no! I'll go! I'll go right now!"

He almost cried out.

Lu Changsheng had already gotten up and walked to the classroom door, then turned back and waved to Xiao Pang.

"Hurry up, we really can't hold it in any longer."

The two walked out of the classroom one after the other.

The door closed behind her, and the female teacher miraculously did not make any move to stop them. She watched as Lu Changsheng and the other person walked out of the classroom, and a small bud of flesh appeared on her right arm.

The sanity level in the live stream is dropping drastically.

[Holy crap, what's going on?! What is that disgusting thing?! My head feels so itchy, like it's about to grow a brain.]

[Strange, is this dungeon really that good-natured?]

Am I the only one worried about what might happen to these two outside the classroom?

[I feel like there's something strange about this rule. I need to read it again.]

The corridor was deserted, and the imagined hellish scene did not appear. Rows of heavy curtains blocked all the windows in the corridor, and the only light came from the glaring incandescent light on the ceiling, making people lose track of time.

Apart from the heavy curtains, there were only a few picture frames in the corridor.

The chubby boy slid off the door and onto the floor, his school uniform soaked with cold sweat.

"You...you've got me killed!" he gasped for breath. "We can't get back in three hours, with those thick stacks of exam papers, we're doomed..."

Lu Changsheng ignored him and walked directly to the wall in the corridor. There, in a frame, was a photo and a brief introduction of a school leader. The man in the middle of the photo was slightly overweight, but his smile was very standard.

[Principal Zhang of Qing Teng High School]

[Term of office: 2000 to present]

[Educational Philosophy: The most outstanding students will always be at Qing Teng High School]

[Honors: One of the Top Ten Principals in Qing Teng City, Provincial Model Principal, leading Qing Teng High School's Tsinghua and Peking University admission rate from 5% to 85%, creating the "Qing Teng Miracle".]

Lu Changsheng was examining the middle-aged man in the photo when the chubby boy next to him, seeing that Lu Changsheng was ignoring him, looked around dejectedly.

In the empty corridor, a cold wind swept by, and the soaked clothes clung to the skin, feeling icy cold.

He shivered, instinctively moved closer to Lu Changsheng, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Look at his face."

Lu Changsheng pointed to the photo.

"A full forehead and a square jaw should indicate wealth and nobility. However, the eyes are unfocused, the face is dull and lackluster, there are dark circles under the eyes, and the nasolabial folds are deep and messy. Although he is smiling, his facial muscles are tense, and the corners of his mouth droop. Most importantly—"

Lu Changsheng raised an eyebrow, then suddenly lowered his voice and nervously leaned close to the chubby boy's ear.

"His forehead is dark; he may soon face a bloody disaster."

The chubby boy stared at the photo, looking at it again and again. Apart from noticing that the school principal had heavy eye bags, he couldn't see anything else. Just as he was concentrating on the photo, he was startled when Lu Changsheng suddenly leaned over.

"...You can read faces?"

"part time."

Lu Changsheng turned and walked down the left corridor.

"Hey, weren't you going to the restroom? The sign says it's on the right."

The chubby boy pointed to a green sign.

Lu Changsheng didn't even turn his head.

"This school has a problem with its feng shui, that principal is in big trouble, is plagued by bad luck, and is experiencing a period of low fortune. Generally, there are three possible scenarios."

Lu Changsheng held up three fingers and shook them.

"The first problem is the main entrance, and the second is the toilet. Judging from the building's structure, the main entrance should be fine. The problem must be the toilet. The toilet's location is wrong. Toilets are inherently places of filth and uncleanliness. If it is built in the auspicious northwest position, it can easily affect the fortune of the school leaders and the reputation of the company."

The chubby boy was stunned. "So, so what?"

"So the actual toilet should be in the northwest. The thermometer at the front of the classroom just showed that the wind is from the north today. I just put my hand under the curtains in the classroom, and the wind was blowing from my right thumb, which means we are currently facing north. So the northwest should be on the left."

The screen was filled with question marks in the comments.

[What the hell? Northwest? Auspicious location? Turns out it's just a charlatan?]

[It wasn't uncommon for Taoist priests and bald monks to enter dungeons in the past, vowing to slay all the monsters in the world, only to be chased and hacked at by them.]

Yes, previous feng shui masters at least used a compass or cast a divination, but this master does it all with his mind.

Poor little chubby boy, remember to stay away from ungrateful bastards in your next life!

My family does this kind of work, and I just asked around. It seems there is indeed a saying that toilets shouldn't be located in the Northwest.

[He's a charlatan, after all. He can't go around swindling money without reciting a few verses, right? Hahahaha]

"What about the third scenario?"

Little Fatty seemed to be intimidated by Lu Changsheng and silently swallowed.

"You'd better not expect a third option, otherwise none of us will make it out."

Lu Changsheng continued walking without stopping, heading straight to the left.

Little Fatty paused for a moment, looking at the dimly lit corridor behind him, the heavy, earthy-yellow curtains, and the rows of photos of Principal Zhang with his standard smile, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Damn it, even if I die, I want to see how you die!"

Little Fatty gritted his teeth and caught up with Lu Changsheng.

"Hey, my name is Cheng Caijun, what's yours?"

Lu Changsheng glanced at the chubby boy beside him with a strange expression and casually replied:

"Lu Changsheng".

"Such a grand name! Didn't you know that grander names increase the likelihood of a short lifespan...?"

Cheng Caijun muttered to himself, while Lu Changsheng rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"That's true. Cheng Caijun is neither talented nor handsome."

The chubby boy remained silent after being rebuked, his face turning bright red.

The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty school building corridor.

As the two figures disappeared at the end of the corridor, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared silently on the curtains beside them, swaying slightly.

Meanwhile, inside the examination room.

The proctors had already handed out a thick stack of exam papers.

The remaining three players looked ashen-faced when they saw the exam paper, which was over thirty pages long.

Question 1: How many times did you write the number "1" from 1 to 1000?

Question 2: How can you make 8 digits "8" equal 1000?

New player: ? ? ?

A riddle? How the hell could someone know that?

Looking around at the NPC students, they were all writing furiously, seemingly without any pressure, as if they were used to this kind of exam intensity.

The burly man sitting in front of him flipped through the exam paper impatiently, up to page ten or so, without knowing a single question.

He silently cursed, then irritably threw down his pen. The live-streamed dungeons he used to watch were either about fighting monsters or studying the rules to find loopholes. When had he ever encountered a brain teaser like this? It was completely out of his element.

Frustrated, he flipped to the last page of the test, when suddenly his eyes lit up. The last question asked:

Question 1000: I walked 500 meters to the left, then turned right and entered the fourth teaching building. Where is the fourth teaching building?