Chapter Twenty-Three High Score

  Monday.

  Children who have just finished the weekend are always in the most painful state. The boys are still nostalgic for the warm quilt and yesterday's games, while the girls are complaining that the time to choose clothes is too short.

  This day is still the easiest to see monsters, a careless smudge will turn purple eye shadow into lipstick, of course, it's also possible that purple lipstick turns into eye shadow.

  In the midst of a chaotic dance, the third year of high school is the most intense, especially for students from Jiangning Middle School. Here, those with connections and abilities have already secured spots in certain schools, while those with intelligence and hard work have barely managed to secure their positions.

  The rest are the most painful group of people, they do not abandon or give up, but are abandoned by teachers and schools. Every time they finish mock exams, they scatter their pain throughout the entire class without hesitation. As the college entrance exam approaches, this kind of pain becomes more and more intense.

  Chen Yi walked into the classroom at the moment when the pain was concentrated and burst out. Looking around, a pair of red eyes stared at him.

  "What's wrong?" Chen Yi walked up to Luo Xiaoshan, put down his empty backpack, and looked at him with some surprise.

  His mood is relaxed and naturally different from others.

  Lu Xiaoshan puffed out his cheeks, staring at him in a daze, and said after a while: "You said you, even if there's any way, any high-tech, don't try it on the mock exam, now look what happened, you've become the target of public criticism."

  "What's the target of public criticism?" Chen Yi was completely bewildered.

  Lu Xiaoshan shifted his robust body, looking left and right seriously before saying, "You're not hiding that deeply, are you?"

  Chen Yi spread out his hands and said, "I know something has happened, but I can't guess what it is."

  "Look at the grades posted behind the classroom." Luo Xiaoshan was half-believing and half-doubting.

  Chen Yi walked over silently, wherever he went, people and animals made way for him, just like a 34-toothed elephant.

  On the bulletin board on the wall, there were the top 20 scores before this mock exam. The two big characters "Chen Yi" were actually hanging high in first place.

  Not hanging on to first place is also not possible, with a total score of 720, he was forced to get 641 points.

  6:41, sounds like a myth, even in Jiangning High School.

  The young master of the aristocratic family was originally a prodigy in school, and such a dramatic improvement attracted countless attention. Wang Dong secretly ran to the teacher's office to re-examine it, and only then did he reluctantly stay at the back of the classroom. His score was even better than last time, but with only 610 points, under the premise of no evidence, even the most impartial teacher would not, nor would they be willing to question Chen Yi's score.

  This number not only far exceeded his classmates' expectations, but also far exceeded Chen Yi's expectations, and naturally made him extremely delighted.

  The last mock exam, the difficulty is often equivalent to the college entrance examination, is the most important indicator test before the exam, and getting 641 points in this test means stepping on the last plank of the single-plank bridge.

  Wang Gang ran over like a native dog, stood behind him, looked up at the bulletin board, and said calmly: "Do you know? Chen Yi, no matter what means..."

  "Get out."

  Chen Yi still wore a faint smile on his face, without even looking back, as if he were a well-fed old cat dealing with a scrawny little mouse.

  A faintly disdainful glance made Wang Tong feel a deep sense of shame.

  However, as he fantasized about counterattacking, a truly heavy body lifted him up and placed him in another direction.

  Wang Dong was like a statue, being lifted up and put down by Luo Xiaoshan's crane.

  In those brief 10 seconds, everyone seemed somewhat slow to react.

  In an instant, it was greeted by a loud and unbridled laughter.

  Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and sat back quietly in his seat.

  Luo Xiaoshan provocatively glanced at Wang Dong, then came to Chen Yi's side and asked in a low voice: "How did you do it."

  Chen Yi shrugged his shoulders, what else could he say?

  Didn't calculate the degree of intelligence boost from the scroll? Used the scroll to review courses too many times? Or was it because you were too invested during the exam?

  A few familiar classmates gathered around, chatting and laughing, they didn't care who got 641 points, they didn't need to fight for that narrow single-plank bridge.

  Someone joked: "Now we must be able to meet at Jiangning University".

  Some people half-jokingly said: "Brother Chen is easier for us to choose a major."

  Someone even said sarcastically: "A Yi, are you sure you can pass the college entrance exam?" The implication was that they doubted the authenticity of his grades.

  Some people didn't even mention their scores and directly invited others: "Everyone said they would go learn golf on the weekend, who's going together?"

  Listening to their conversation, Chen Yi gradually became distracted...

  In the past, he was like his classmates, not caring whether he could score 640 points or not, nor did he care whether he could really get into Jiangning University by his own ability - it was a matter of being happy with success and not being discouraged by failure.

  But now, everything is different.

  Su Zhaoxiong walked into the classroom with a ringing sound, took out two large test papers from his pocket, and said, "In this lesson, we will analyze the mock exam."

  Chen Yi smiled at Luo Xiaoshan and casually flipped open the scroll.

  Back home, Chen's mother was overjoyed too, she left the board meeting early and specially came back home to cook.

  Father Chen seemed normal on the surface, but before 7 o'clock, he got off work and went home, propping his legs up to watch TV news.

  This is something he used to do often in the past, but not something he does frequently recently.

  Chen Yi felt the preciousness of family at this time.

  Before dinner, Ms. Fang Manyi even looked at Chen Yi's test paper back and forth twice, finally confirming: "No cheating, right?"

  "How can you think like this." Chen Yi shook his head vigorously.

  "You should also learn to consider different situations, you're almost in college now, don't be so naive." Chen's mother said soothingly and patted her son, "I thought you were just trying to make us happy, no need for such high scores. Your grandfather has mentioned many times that he wants the family to value education, let's go together on the weekend and make everyone happy."

  As a mother, she always easily believed her son.

  Chen Yi was taken aback, revealing a bitter smile. So-called "everyone" referred not only to the five members of his own family but also to his father's brothers and their wives, as well as his cousins - truly a large family.

  To display the results of a mock exam?

  It seems like a waste.

  Not to mention at this time.

  He could only nod in agreement at the serious look on his mother's face.

  At night, Chen Yi, who was fully prepared, headed to the Empire of Sanctia once again.

  The rumbling subway, carrying a whole big package of Xuan paper, with more than 50 sheets exceeding grade six, worth 3 million gold coins just for this, made Timothy and others' eyes wide with wonder.

  Even in the notes of the first generation of Fa masters, it seems that there are very few one-time mentions, seeing so many deep green to yellow scrolls, as for other younger Fa masters, only drooling is left.

  "A total of 570,000 gold coins. Master Chen." Timothy didn't feel any heartache for the expensive payment, in fact, even if he really had to take out 570,000 gold coins, he would still welcome it with a smile.

  With these scrolls, which great master can't be extorted for tens of thousands of gold coins?

  Chen Yizhao added a few more scrolls as usual, and then considered whether to add all the medicinal water. On the crystal screen, in a line that was not very eye-catching, he saw a "rare" word.

  He couldn't be certain if there had been such a line before, but the only scroll introduction listed was breathtaking:

  Fourth-level skill duplication scroll: Allows the user to have a 160% chance of temporarily duplicating one of the opponent's skills within a certain range through touch and incantation, lasting for 180 minutes with a 100% effect... Price: 500,000 gold coins.

  There is no first-class scroll, no second-class scroll... there is only one fourth-class scroll.

  However, apart from the level restriction and the requirement of 500,000 gold coins being a bit high, the purpose of this skill is surprisingly broad. It not only has no restrictions on what kind of skills it can be used with, but it can even increase the skill level.

  Use it on Pavarotti, and within 180 minutes, you will shock Vienna; use it on Yang Guanyi, and within 3 hours, you can make abalone cook swallow's nest congee by yourself; use it on Ronaldo, and you can defeat a team by yourself...

  "I want this fourth-level skill duplication scroll." Chen Yi's tone was certain as he said it and clicked on the crystal screen.

  This is his first time being able to buy a 4th-level scroll, and it even has the words "cherish" written on it.

  The crystal screen quickly fed back his choice, and several Grand Masters who heard it looked at each other in shock. Many of them didn't even know that the skill duplication scroll existed.

  Timothy was taken aback, and immediately said: "Master Chen, we do have a skill copying scroll, but it's from the spoils of war from the Saboga Grand Duchy, and it hasn't undergone rigorous inspection. You know that magic scrolls are extremely complex, especially those that we're not familiar with - whether or not they contain hidden traps is hard to predict..."

  Chen Yi didn't let him finish, waved his hand and smiled: "Never mind, since you don't dare to use it, I'll use it instead."

  He continued to operate on the crystal screen and cancelled several scrolls selected before.

  Compared to the gentlemen of the Holy Empire, he apparently trusted this silent subway more.

  Timothy could only nod in agreement, then bowed his head and said: "Master, a 4th-level scroll is extremely taxing on people without magical powers. If possible, it's best to drink more than 5 bottles of 3rd-level mana recovery potion beforehand, and another dose afterwards, to minimize the duration of unconsciousness."

  "How long will you sleep?"

  "Due to the limitations of the crystal screen, without a 4th-level energy recovery potion, after using the scroll for about three hours, you will fall into a deep sleep for over four hours. Afterwards, for five days or even longer, the effect of using the scroll will be reduced."

  Chen Yi put his mind at ease and said indifferently: "As long as it's not too long, that's all."

  "It won't be too long." Timothy chuckled, for him, using a captured 4th-level scroll to exchange for many high-grade scroll materials was the most cost-effective thing. Of course, if they could carefully study the scrolls afterwards, that would be even better.

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