Excessive ferocity due to caution

Nan Jia stared at the dark, cake-like food that Zhao Yi handed her and fell silent for a moment.

"Benefactor Zhao...may I ask what kind of food this is?"

Zhao Yi casually said:

"Charcoal-grilled cow dung."

Nan Jia felt dizzy and lightheaded.

"No... Benefactor Zhao, do you have any food that's even remotely normal?"

Zhao Yi let out a burp:

"have."

"But I've already eaten it."

Nan Jia: "..."

He shook his head, sighed, picked up the soy milk next to him, and took a sip.

puff!

Nan Jia couldn't hold back and sprayed it out!

Fortunately, Zhao was prepared and dodged it.

Nan Jia's hands trembled as she held the soy milk, her lips quivered, and her voice became hoarse.

"Benefactor Zhao, what... is inside here?"

Zhao Yi replied:

"Of course it's cow dung juice, it's very nutritious."

Nan Jia: "Ugh!"

After washing up in the restroom, Nan Jia emerged with a pale face.

He looked at Zhao Yi with wariness in his eyes.

You can never be completely unprepared for someone who feeds you shit.

"Benefactor Zhao, you mentioned earlier that you had learned something about the Cursed Academy. What is it?"

After breakfast, the two began to discuss serious matters.

Zhao Yi said:

"The Cursed Academy has a default rule that anyone can enter the academy for further study, but they must study there for three years or solve a 'deadly curse' event in order to obtain a graduation certificate and leave the academy."

"Moreover, I heard from a passerby who happened to have studied at the academy that the rules of the Cursed Academy must be strictly followed. If you violate them once, you will be warned, and if you violate them a second time, you will disappear without anyone noticing."

Nan Jia became somewhat intimidated upon hearing this.

But upon closer reflection, realizing that there might be someone inside who needed his rescue, he immediately straightened his back:

"Shall we go register now?"

Zhao nodded:

"it is good."

After tidying up briefly, the two went to the first floor of the hotel. After checking out, the owner demanded an extra 300 yuan for Zhao Yi's room, claiming that Nan Jia had no hair.

So Zhao Yi gave him a magazine full of pig bristle bullets.

The boss had a high tolerance to poison; the deadly poison on the pig bristles didn't kill him, but it left him convulsing in a corner.

After leaving the hotel, the two walked along the long street toward the center of Liucheng.

On the streets, the rich and the poor coexist.

In front, there might be ancient mud-brick stilted buildings, but behind, suddenly, it transforms into skyscrapers and various high-tech structures, dazzling the eyes.

What surprised the young monk the most was the means of transportation.

Some people ride horses, and some ride ostriches.

Some people are driving.

There were even people driving tanks on the road.

The absurd scene made the two feel as if they were in a trashy story by some unknown, third-rate novelist.

At the corner of the third diagonal intersection west of the alleyway building, the two found the Cursed Academy's admissions branch.

After paying the tuition, the middle-aged man in charge of admissions, smoking a large pipe, said to the two:

"Your spirit of learning until old age is truly admirable."

"But before you officially enroll, we would like to conduct a simple assessment of the two of you."

"So that we can assign you to different classes."

Zhao Yi and Nan Jia exchanged a glance and nodded, saying:

"Please give me a question."

The middle-aged man shook his pipe and asked Zhao Yi:

What is one plus one?

Zhao Yi replied:

"2".

The middle-aged man's eyes revealed admiration:

"Excellent, your mental arithmetic skills are very strong!"

Nan Jia, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

That's it?

I can do it too!

The middle-aged man recorded a score of 30 for Zhao Yi, then turned to Nan Jia and asked:

"Are you ready?"

Nanjia smiled confidently:

"This humble monk is ready."

The middle-aged man cleared his throat:

"In plasma physics collision experiments, how much impact would adjusting the polar coordinates of the third energy by three alpha units in the negative direction have on the final result?"

Nan Jia: "?"

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"No...you just asked him about one plus one..."

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man said regretfully:

"What a pity, Nanga, it seems you have some intellectual problems. You can't even answer such a simple question."

Nan Jia was stunned.

"How is this problem simple?"

"Even Zhao Yi wouldn't be able to answer that, would he?!"

Perhaps due to excitement, Nan Jia referred to "Zhao the Benefactor" as "Zhao Yi".

The middle-aged man gave Nan Jia a score of 0, then turned to Zhao Yi and asked:

"Zhao, please listen to the question... The following question may be very difficult."

Zhao nodded.

Nan Jia, who was standing to the side, took a deep breath.

It's okay, it's okay.

Next, Zhao Yi will be in trouble.

The middle-aged man opened a book filled with incredibly complex notes, his fingertip hovering over an extremely complicated title, and his eyes lit up:

"This question is very difficult."

"Zhao Yi, please answer... what is 1 × 1?"

Zhao Yimiao replied:

"1".

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Yi with an indescribable sense of shock and fervor, his whole body trembling.

"He...he answered instantly..."

"This is a problem that scientists have been studying for centuries... and you answered it instantly!"

"Is there really such a genius in this world...?"

Nan Jia, standing nearby, was dumbfounded.

"What's so difficult about this question? I know it's 1!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Nanjia with disdain and frowned, saying:

"Nanjia, we often say that people should be realistic and pragmatic. Your kind of hindsight is really not pleasing."

"But since you're so eager to prove your abilities, I'll give you an easier question. I hope you won't disappoint us again."

The middle-aged man quickly turned to the last page of the book.

Nan Jia glanced at it, eager to try.

it is good!

Multiplication table!

He's an expert at this!

The middle-aged man said to Nanjia:

"Nan Jia, please listen to the question. Within one minute, please tell me what the sixth digit of 7 to the power of 63821 is?"

The middle-aged man finished speaking.

Nan Jia stared blankly at the middle-aged man, opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The viewers in the live stream have already moved to Bengbu.

"Pfft, this is just too much!!"

"The indigenous people in this chaotic city are really strange..."

"Tsk tsk, the little monk is probably going to have an existential crisis now..."

After a long silence, the little monk numbly shook his head and said:

"I have no idea."

The middle-aged man chuckled and said casually, a pipe dangling from his lips:

"You can't even do something this simple... what a useless piece of trash."

"You can leave now."

"Our Curse Academy won't accept trash like you."

Zhao Yi, who was standing to the side, suddenly frowned.

"He's been my friend since childhood."

"Could you please make an exception?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Yi, took a puff of his cigarette, frowned, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that he had fallen silent, Zhao Yi took out a few more bills and handed them to the middle-aged man.

Please!

Looking at the bills on the wooden table, the middle-aged man sighed.

"All right!"

"Considering how much you've given... and considering you're a peerless genius, our school reluctantly agrees to let you bring your friend to the academy for further studies."

After a pause, the middle-aged man looked at Nan Jia, who was already questioning the meaning of life, and said seriously:

"Nan, you're such a loser. Now that you're in school, you'd better learn from Zhao, the guy next to you!"

"These are your student IDs... Remember, student IDs are very important, never lose them!!"

"Go wait for the school bus at the gate; a driver will be here to pick you up soon!"

PS:

what……

what?

what--

Ah!

Okay, let's start writing the next chapter!