Since all these rules and superstitions are outdated, what's wrong with me indulging in some me

This number inexplicably connected him to the sixty-six-corner transfer ceremony he had just witnessed in the basement.

Looking down, Lu Changsheng's brows furrowed even more, and Cheng Caijun also looked completely dazed.

Class A of 2011, 66 students, all of whom went on to Tsinghua or Peking University.

The class of 2012 consisted of 66 students, all of whom were admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University.

The class of 2013 consisted of 66 students, all of whom were admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University.

The class of 2014 consisted of 66 students, all of whom were admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University.

From 2010 to 2014, for a full five years, all the students in Class A were admitted to Tsinghua and Peking Universities with near-perfect scores, without exception. Even the number of students was exactly sixty-six, a perfect and breathtaking achievement that exuded an undeniable brilliance.

"Is this school that amazing?"

Cheng Caijun clicked his tongue in amazement, but then he sensed something was amiss. With such an astonishing college entrance rate, if it were true, this "Qing Teng High School" should have been world-renowned by now. So why was it in such a desolate and dilapidated state?

"Hey, no results for 2015?"

Cheng Caijun flipped to the first page of the document, and the table title clearly stated that it was for 2010-2015.

He flipped the document back to the first page. The students in Class A of 2015 had only their names listed, without any grades, and the section for the colleges they would be attending was also blank.

"Haven't they taken the college entrance exam yet?"

"Take a look at the other classes," Lu Changsheng said in a deep voice, his fingers quickly scrolling backward.

The records for Class B and Class C are relatively "normal." Their grades vary, and the schools they attend are diverse, ranging from top universities to ordinary undergraduate and vocational colleges. The comments are also mixed, making them seem more authentic, and the number of students is also uneven.

However, Class B and Class C both had their 2015 college entrance examination results and university admission destinations, but Class A did not.

"They took the 2015 college entrance examination..."

The paper was turned to the section marked "Class D".

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

In stark contrast to the pristine appearance of Class A, which was repeatedly observed, the recording area of ​​Class D featured dark, wrinkled paper with some barely discernible stains.

Turning the pages, 2011.....2012......2013......2014...... were all the same. When he got to 2015, Lu Changsheng's gaze sharpened.

He was all too familiar with the names "Senior 3 Class D" printed on the form.

"No way..."

"It should be pretty close to 80 or 90 percent."

Lu Changsheng casually found a clean chair and sat down, his mind racing with countless thoughts.

"I roughly understand now what this 'exam' is testing," Lu Changsheng said, his gaze deep. "But what constitutes passing? And who issued this exam?"

Cheng Caijun was taken aback. Oh right, he almost forgot about the quest in this instance.

Passing the exam? Now that it's confirmed the exam isn't a typical exam paper, how exactly do you know if you've passed? And to whom do you hand in the 'exam paper'? Who determines whether you've passed the 'exam'?

"The information we know now is—" Lu Changsheng picked up a pen and listed it out one by one on a scrap of paper to help himself organize his thoughts.

"1. The entire school was used as an examination hall, and the exam was about uncovering the truth of what happened back then."

"2. The invigilator will collect the papers four hours later."

3. You can trust your shadow.

4. We are currently students in Class A.

Cheng Caijun paused when he wrote the fourth point.

"Brother Lu, how did you know we were students in Class A?"

"I guessed," Lu Changsheng said without looking up.

"It's pretty clear now that the issue is between Class A and Class D. I noticed earlier that our class was the only one taking the exam on an entire floor of the main teaching building. So we can basically confirm that we are students from Class A."

"What is currently unknown and what needs attention—"

"1. Regarding time, in what form do the proctors collect the papers four hours later? Is the flow of time in the virtual world the same as in the real world? Is the flow of time the same between the two school buildings?"

"2. The invigilator's stance, at present, is on the opposite side of the fourth teaching building."

3. What do the windows and curtains represent? What do the shadows represent?

4. Who wrote the bloody words in the bathroom? And who altered them?

"5. How is the sixty-sixth student? Where is he now?"

[Wow, my head hurts so much! How come I have so many questions? Is this what a top student's study routine is like?]

Who said this dungeon was easy? This dungeon is way too difficult!

I'm tired of saying "boss" all the time. If anyone disagrees with God Lu, then try clearing a dungeon yourself.

[My hair is turning white. I can't deduce anything, but why do I still feel like I've done a hundred math problems?]

Watching Lu Changsheng sort out this information, Cheng Caijun, who seemed to have thought of something, rolled his eyes and handed three copper coins from his pocket to Lu Changsheng.

"Ahem, well... Master Lu, aren't you good at fortune telling? Otherwise, why don't you calculate all of this from beginning to end and you'll know..."

"It's not as easy as you think. Divination isn't 100% accurate either. If you have to consult it for everything, then divination won't work, and the accuracy rate will get lower and lower. Only divination is accurate for major issues that you're hesitant about, or for things you do on a whim."

Lu Changsheng was both angry and amused, and explained helplessly.

"Besides, isn't this a beginner's dungeon? Wouldn't it be better to practice here more?"

"Follow your heart..."