Desperate situation!
An unprecedented desperate situation!
enemy!
The enemy is far beyond imagination!
Facing the upcoming math make-up exam, beads of sweat overflowed from Goethe's forehead, flowed down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.
In Lust, he faced the extraordinary as a mortal without changing his expression.
In Hessetings, he broke into the Wolf Country army alone and went in and out seven times.
He, in Green Vine City, competes in martial arts.
He won seventy consecutive games in the Xiongbao Arena and was unstoppable.
No matter how terrifying the enemy is, he can remain calm.
But now, facing the math make-up exam, he panicked.
He was really panicked.
I'm really panicking!
Because Goethe knew very well that there is always a chance for anything if you try hard.
If you don't fight, you won't have any chance at all.
but!
Math is different!
Mathematics is the most real thing, it will never deceive you, if you don’t know it, then you really don’t know it!
Why?
Why did this happen?
As an extraordinary person, I actually take the exam?
Moreover, if I still haven’t passed, I have to take a make-up exam?!
This is unreasonable!
Goethe roared in his heart, and the words began to appear before his eyes:
[Entering the 'secret realm', judging...]
[Holding the 'secret key', the judgment passed! ]
[This is the second time the holder has entered, judging...]
[The holder is judged to continue walking in the 'secret realm' with the original identity, and the judgment is passed! ]
…
[Background: As a high school student, even if you run a folklore research institute and have a lot of money, you still have to face the things that high school students have to go through, some happy, some painful, and some hardships; such as exams! Or if you fail the exam and need to retake it! Or if the whole class passed the exam, but you didn't! At this moment, you are sitting alone in the classroom, looking around at a loss, you are not only confused, but also helpless! However, you only need to pass the retake, and you can enjoy the summer vacation you are most looking forward to - this is your last summer vacation as a high school student, you must cherish it... If you don't repeat a grade. ]
[Main Quest: None]
【Stay time: four weeks (28/28)】
[Get a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]
[The appearance is the same as when you first entered, and will automatically restore ]
(Note 1: If you have already obtained an identity in the "Secret Realm", you will not need to complete the main quest.)
(Note 2: When four weeks have passed, you will immediately leave the 'secret realm')
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"I, Goethe, an extraordinary person, will be held back?"
Goethe looked at the [Background Introduction] and couldn't help but gasp.
He didn't want to repeat a grade anyway.
This isn't a matter of life or death.
But social death is more important than life or death.
Think about it——
I, Goethe, have finally become a 'legend'.
You failed high school.
I, Goethe, can finally retire without worries.
You failed high school.
I, Goethe, finally have children, three of them.
You failed high school.
hiss!
Goethe suddenly had a future child asking him, "Dad, did you really fail a grade in high school?" in his mind, and Goethe clenched his fists.
no!
anyway!
I'm going to pass all the exams!
Isn’t it just math?
You're driving me crazy!
Goethe was full of fighting spirit. He picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and looked at the test paper with fighting spirit in his eyes.
Three minutes later...
What is this?
On the test paper, it was written:
Please prove the following proposition:
1. For any positive integer a, there exist integers b and c (b＜c) such that a2, b2, c2 form an arithmetic progression.
2. There are infinitely many different triangles △n, whose side lengths an, bn, 2, bn2, 2 form an arithmetic progression.
…
Goethe opened his eyes wide, his gaze full of confusion.
He blinked and tried hard to look at the test questions again, but he was still confused.
What does this mean?
If they were separated, he would probably recognize them, but why doesn't he know what they mean when they are put together?
"Calm down, Goethe!"
"You haven't lost yet!"
"You still have one last trick - divination!"
"You are not the same person now!"
"Your [heart] has reached 4.4 now!"
Hope appeared in Goethe's eyes. He glanced at Teacher Judy who was sitting on the podium and flipping through the test papers without noticing him. He immediately picked up the eraser and wrote the four options ABCD on four of the six sides, then gently tossed them.
Blank side.
Toss again.
Still a blank page.
When Goethe was about to throw for the third time, he finally came to his senses.
This is a proof question!
Not a multiple choice question!
“Damn it!”
"Have I been affected by this unseen, unheard-of terror?"
"Goethe, don't give up, there is still a chance!"
Goethe encouraged himself and picked up his pen again.
Five minutes later...
Oh, give up.
In life, as long as you are willing to give up, there is no hurdle that you cannot overcome.
It sounds like who hasn't taken a make-up exam?
Fail the make-up exam and repeat the grade?
That's normal.
It’s a very good attempt.
Right?
Goethe lay on his math test paper, trying to comfort himself with tears in his eyes. He was already in a daze at this moment, and he was helpless.
For math problems of this level, he will get them wrong even if you ask him to copy them.
Just when Goethe was about to cry——
“Aiya!”
"I took the wrong test paper!"
Teacher Judy stood up with a red face, ran over a little at a loss, and looked at Goethe.
"I'm sorry, Goethe!"
"This test paper is for a competition, not your cram school test!"
"It was my mistake!"
Teacher Judy said this and bowed.
Suddenly, the waves became turbulent.
Goethe regained some of his spirit and asked tentatively.
"Then the make-up exam..."
"We'll take the make-up exam next time. Today's mistake was my fault. I will file a complaint with the school. Also, I have to send this test paper to the competition class now - they must be wondering why this test paper was so easy."
After saying that, Teacher Judy picked up the test paper and left in a hurry.
Goethe sat up straight and looked at the closed classroom door.
At this moment, he admitted that people are indeed different.
Some people are really gifted.
Some people can only choose to be decent.
“There’s still a chance!”
Goethe sighed softly.
He felt that as long as he left this examination room, he would be completely resurrected.
Goethe simply packed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom with a relaxed pace - at this moment, he already had a complete and detailed plan to pass the exam in his mind.
An invisible 'Blood Crow Spirit' had already gone with Teacher Judy.
Surveillance? Voyeurism?
Neither.
He just wanted to better protect Teacher Judy.
After all, this city has become a lot more dangerous because of his arrival.
Goethe walked out while thinking.
The last time he left, there was a lot of trouble.
The situation is unclear now and we must inquire about it in detail.
Although the 'mysterious power' in the copy world in front of him probably wouldn't cause any harm to him, the 'technological power' was different. He remembered that there seemed to be 'nuclear peace' here too!
He doesn't have the strength to withstand a nuclear war.
Therefore, we still have to keep a low profile in front of ordinary people.
Moreover, it seems that in the world before our eyes, 'mystery' and 'science' have reached some kind of consensus and coexist in a way that does not interfere with each other - of course, destroyers and exploiters often appear.
For example, Mr Bolton.
I don’t know how the other person is doing?
If he wasn't dead, he would stab him again.
If someone dies, then naturally everyone will be happy and celebrate.
He didn't want cockroaches to appear when he was planning something more important.
"Goethe!"
Just as Goethe was thinking, a familiar voice appeared.
An, who was tall and had short, neat hair, was leaning against a heavy motorcycle, waving and smiling at him, then throwing the helmet in his hand to Goethe.
"Get in the car."
Policewoman Ann said.
Goethe put on his helmet without hesitation and hugged An without any hesitation.
"Be gentle, you're hurting me."
"I'm asking you to be gentler, not to change places."
"No, no, not there, it's not safe."
When Goethe said he could put his hands on the back of the motorcycle, An immediately stopped him.
In the end, she had no choice but to let Goethe hug her again.
"Next time I'll drive."
An said so.
"Yeah, the car is spacious."
Goethe said pleasant words with a serious expression .
It's just that An is a little unhappy.
The policewoman, whose identity was unknown, immediately twisted the handlebars, and the speeding motorcycle became even faster. A normal person would have screamed out in fear, but Goethe was a normal person, so he not only screamed, but also put his face on Ann's back.
"you?!"
An's body stiffened.
Then, thought appeared in his eyes.
“Is the make-up exam difficult?”
An suddenly asked.
Goethe, who was squinting his eyes, also stiffened.
“It’s not difficult.”
"Judy took the wrong test."
Goethe sat up straight and explained in a more serious tone than ever before.
"oh……"
“Repeating a grade is not a terrible thing.”
"Star City's high school is very good."
Allah lengthened his tone.
"yes."
"You are really good for liking to watch a high school repeater do the Gatling jump."
Goethe nodded.
Face?
Of course he does.
But not now.
Thinking of Goethe's white shirt, Ann's face suddenly turned red, and the policewoman also realized that she seemed unable to "convince" Goethe, so she immediately changed the subject.
"I need your help with something."
"Know."
"So, you just got in the car?"
"No, I just like sitting in the back seat."
Goethe said as a matter of course.
"I'm serious."
"I'm serious, too."
An emphasized, and Goethe followed suit.
If he hadn't been riding a motorcycle, An really wanted to punch Goethe.
Is this mathematics?
It's really scary!
It even made Goethe, a warrior who had been baptized by "blood and fire", become a little abnormal!
Fortunately, I don’t have to take the make-up exam!
An felt a little distressed, but also a little relieved.
Then, she skipped over these minor issues, even though Goethe hugged her tighter and rubbed her with his face.
"While you were investigating the 'incident', a homicide occurred in the southern suburbs of Star City - a male tenant killed the child of a single mother."
Goethe did not rush; he listened patiently.
He believed that if it was just an ordinary case, An would not come to him.
There must be something unusual.
In fact, this is true.
"It has been classified as a homicide case, and the murderer is the male tenant, but I looked through the transcript and asked Xiusta to investigate the other party."
"He has no criminal record, no bad habits, and no mental illness. He is an excellent student and has passed the 'judicial examination'. He only needs to complete a simple interview in September to become a judge - he has no reason to kill."
"Then I investigated the single mother and there was nothing suspicious about her either."
“But then when I looked into the landlord and the house, I noticed something was wrong.”
"In the past 15 years, 11 tenants have disappeared there."
"There are both men and women missing. What concerns me most is that some of these people's surnames have..."
"George!"
"George?"
Goethe narrowed his eyes.
"That's right, George!"
"Besides, it's the George you know as the talented George."
An nodded.
"Are they descendants of the genius George?"
Goethe asked.
Since it was a matter of [Bloody Honor], Goethe suddenly became serious.
"It's impossible to tell. All we can say is that the last name is 'George'. As for whether he is a descendant of Sir George?"
"You can ask that Walton George in person later!"
Ann quickened her pace.
The motorcycle arrived at the Star City Prison at high speed - because it had been preliminarily determined that Walton George had already left the police detention center and entered the prison.
This is not in accordance with judicial process.
But no one cares.
Except Walton George himself.
This person, who was a law student with a bright future a few days ago, encountered the most unrememberable thing in his life in the past few days.
nightmare.
bloody.
mouse.
Almost every dirty thing he could think of appeared before his eyes.
Moreover, they seem to contain magical power and are connected to each other.
final?
Forced him into a desperate situation.
Walton George sat on the narrow bed, staring at the wall outside the prison in a daze - in the first two days, he kept stating that he would find a lawyer and even that he could defend himself.
But the subsequent beating of the police baton made him realize that things were not as simple as he thought.
The subsequent shortage of food and water made him stop shouting out of reason.
He just sat there.
He was thinking about what to do.
But he...
There is no way!
Because he knew that no one would believe what he had experienced.
That's just ridiculous!
What's worse is that guy will never let him go!
He firmly believed it.
In fact, when there was a rustling sound in the corner, Walton knew that the guy was coming.
"In Star City, you are not the only one who possesses such power."
"Another Excellency also has it."
"Mr. Goethe Winchester, the 'Folklore Researcher'."
"If I die here, he will definitely notice that something is wrong. He will definitely investigate what happened, and you will definitely be exposed."
Walton tried hard to find a stove for himself.
But it didn't help at all.
A dark-skinned mouse crawled in from the corner of the wall.
It expands in volume.
He quickly turned into a short, dirty man.
The other person was so short that he looked like a dwarf, with an ugly face and his hair and beard had long been stuck together. When he heard the words of the young law student, he laughed.
The already ugly face was suddenly distorted to the extreme.
"Goethe Winchester?"
"Who the hell is he!"
"A lucky fellow!"
"If he was his adoptive father, I would have given him some leeway!"
"As for him?"
"Even if he appeared in front of me right now, I would make him understand what true strength is!"
"Besides, do you really think he'll show up?"
"You don't understand our world at all!"
The other party said in an arrogant manner and gloomy tone.
"Help... Ugh!"
When Wharton saw that his delaying strategy had failed, he was about to shout, but the dwarf jumped up, grabbed his neck and pushed him down on the bed.
The young man's eyes rolled back immediately.
The other party grinned and used force with his palms to accurately deal with the unexpected guy.
But at this moment, a clear voice sounded behind the other party——
"Oh, what is strength?"