Dragon Raja's Number One Player

Chapter 155 A Startling Dream

We live in the information age now, and 3E exam papers no longer need to be collected by invigilators to be viewed. The only purpose of doing so is to maintain confidentiality.

Often, these exam papers don't even make it here; they're sent directly for destruction.

"Norma" will scan the exam papers in real time during the exam, enter the papers written by the candidates into the database, and finally Angers will evaluate them and give the final score.

In other words, the data is uploaded every time they answer a question.

Each document represents a new student this year. Angers in the picture hardly moves, but after a moment, the documents on the desk in front of him have become a thick stack.

If Lin Zhiying were here, he would realize that this was precisely the effect of Angers using "Time: Zero".

Using "Time: Zero" to change exam papers? It's a good thing there are no such things as "Words of Power" in reality, otherwise I don't even want to think about how the papers would turn out.

As for the vice principal's "discipline," its suppression of hybrids of the same level is much weaker.

There aren't many people with S-class bloodlines at Kassel College; Angers and the vice principal are two of them.

To ensure the efficiency and long-term operation of the "Discipline", he simply released the suppression of the S-class bloodline.

This may seem like a loophole, but in reality, it is the result of comprehensive consideration.

Moreover, even if the principal and vice-principal do have some privileges, it's unlikely that other people on campus would have any objections.

"It seems there are an unusually large number of newcomers this year."

Angers twisted his wrist and couldn't help but complain.

In all this time, he's only read a few thousand copies. At this rate, he probably won't finish reading them in a day or two.

In fact, for most exam papers, you only need to look at the quantity and thickness.

Eight spirit maps, the bloodline assessment is A-level, and the rest can be deduced in the same way.

Angers ran his hands over the file folders and made a judgment almost instantly.

He looked very tired, but he only worked for a few hours. As for what to do with the papers that hadn't been graded after a few hours, that was another story.

Naturally, everything was handed over to "Norma".

As the saying goes, technology changes lives.

Suddenly, Angers' fingers brushed against an unusual file folder, its thickness noticeably different from the others.

"If I remember correctly, this belongs to Lu Mingfei?"

Angers slowly opened the file folder. The first few drawings looked unremarkable, almost like children's scribbles, and not even as good as children's drawings, because they lacked a sense of liveliness and were just copies.

Until the ninth painting, the style suddenly changed, as if the person wielding the brush had suddenly changed from Picasso to Qi Baishi. The lines and composition on the painting became more numerous and intricate.

In the picture, two boys, one tall and one short, sit side by side by the window, with green ivy hanging down from the wall and surrounding them.

He smiled at the person in the painting: "We meet again."

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"Clatter".

With a crisp sound, a light yellow metal lighter sparked as it was rubbed together.

This is a lighter used by the US military during World War II; if you take it out now, it would be considered an antique.

The lighter flame flickered, and Angers took an old-fashioned pipe from a drawer on the side, lit it silently, and stuck a half-burnt cigar into the pipe.

He took a puff from his pipe and skillfully exhaled a white smoke ring.

He then held the painting close to the lighter. The flame ignited the paper the moment they touched, and the boy in the painting gradually contorted in the flames until he curled up into a ball.

Angers flicked his fingers, scattering the ashes completely.

"Alright, my work is done."

Angers said with a smile, and got up to leave. He was most interested in Lu Mingfei. Now that he had finished looking at his test paper, the rest could be left to "Norma".

However, I've just lit a cigarette, so I'll finish this one first.

As if he was bored and killing time, or as if he had thought of something, he rummaged through stacks of thick file folders.

Finally, he took out the file folder with Lin Zhiying's name written in the name column.

"what?"

Upon handling the file folder, Angers immediately noticed that its thickness was somewhat unusual.

"Did they put in an extra one, or what happened?"

Without much thought, Angers silently opened the file folder and carefully examined each page from beginning to end.

The first eight cards looked unremarkable, and he nodded, which was exactly the level of strength he expected Lin Zhiying to have.

As for whether this power is enough to kill "Odin"?

It does not matter.

He knew, of course, that Lin Zhiying alone could not kill Odin. After all, if gods were so easy to kill, he would have taken his revenge long ago.

Betting on the forum was just a casual thing for him; it was just a small amount of money.

Angers tapped the exam papers lightly on the table, then aligned them before stuffing them into the file folder.

As for the ninth exam paper, he didn't think it was necessary to look at it; it was probably just scrap paper or blank.

However, this stack of test papers seemed particularly disobedient. He tidied it up on the table several times, but one test paper still had a corner sticking out.

It looks like the ninth exam paper.

Angers had to do it himself. He stuffed it back in, and suddenly noticed a corner of the picture where a person's clothes were peeking out. Judging from the style, it was completely different from the abstract style of the other exam papers; it was a very realistic style.

His expression suddenly changed.

An indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

The pipe fell from his hand with a "thud" onto the floor, the burning cigar inside rolling out and scattering sparks across the ground.

However, Angers didn't care about that now. He seemed to have seen something unbelievable and pulled the painting out from among the other exam papers.

In China, the phrase "remaining calm and composed even when Mount Tai collapses before you" is often used to describe someone who remains unfazed.

However, this statement is not accurate for mixed-race individuals.

For them, the "collapse of Mount Tai" was too easy to happen, after all, dragons easily possessed the power to move mountains and fill seas.

True composure is remaining calm even when facing the Dragon King.

Such people have existed few and far between throughout history, and Angers is one of them.

After all, the real Angers had long since died; the current one was merely a living, vengeful spirit.

Now, his expression was twitching, as if he had seen something unbelievable. It was clearly the ninth exam paper, and he had seen it once before.

But his expression was even more exaggerated than when he saw Lu Mingfei's exam paper.

He recognized the person above and even said he would never forget him.

Every time I close my eyes, images flash through my mind.

He was the only survivor among the countless corpses; everyone else was covered in blood and lifeless, urging him to avenge them.

He remembers everyone's name clearly, and it has been almost a hundred years now.

Chief, Viscount Charlotte, Tiger, Marquis Gambet.

Whenever he was startled awake from his dreams by this, he would turn on the bedroom light and stroke the folding knife in the light.

The true owner of that folding knife is right here on screen, and his name is Menek Cassel!

His closest comrade-in-arms, his guide and mentor, was also the first president of the Lionheart Society.

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