Someone came looking for trouble… no, for test papers, which made the printing room very happy.
A moment later, a small door opened on the door, and a test paper was pushed out from inside.
The test paper was pushed out from a narrow opening. It seemed there was something inside blocking it, making it impossible to see its appearance through this opening. The printing room was also surrounded by an invisible energy field, making it difficult for perception to penetrate inside.
A transparent brain flew out of the test paper and hovered beside Wen Wen, seemingly wanting Wen Wen to finish the test paper quickly.
Wen Wen pretended not to see the brain and began to examine the test paper. After a few glances, he smiled knowingly.
The test paper had only ten questions, which were:
'The options for question five are ( ), options are…'
'The options for this question are ( ), options are…'
'The options for this question are the same as the options for which question, options are…'
A total of ten questions, all of which were tricky like this, with the ten questions interconnected. To arrive at the only correct answer, comprehensive reasoning was required.
With this type of question, either you get all of them right, or getting only a few correct could only be attributed to luck.
However, for Wen Wen, this was just a minor test of skill. When he was being trained by Wen Rui in his childhood, he had done similar questions.
Seeing a similar test paper now was like returning to his childhood years.
After careful reasoning, Wen Wen filled in the answers one by one, then told the inside of the door that he wanted to hand in the paper.
After he finished speaking, correct marks began to appear one after another on the ten questions, followed by a large ‘100’.
Wen Wen smiled proudly, finding this printing room quite interesting.
Then he saw another test paper being pushed out. This time it had twenty questions, and the questions were similar to the previous one.
"Heh, you think this can stump me."
Wen Wen, rarely, felt a spark of fighting spirit. He propped himself up on the floor and began to calculate. This time it was slightly more effortful than last time, but it was not a difficult problem for him.
After getting a perfect score again, another test paper was pushed out. This time it had thirty questions.
"Well, you're really going head to head with me."
It was unclear who was going head to head with whom, but Wen Wen mustered up his energy, pulled out a desk and chair from the containment facility, and continued to answer the questions.
It wasn’t until the students were all dismissed from school and the night was quiet that Wen Wen, staring at a test paper covered with dense questions, let out a wail with vacant eyes.
"Just kill me, I don't want to do this anymore…"
If the test papers coming from the printing room had some novelty, it would be fine, but they just kept increasing the number of questions, making Wen Wen unable to find any fun in them anymore.
Moreover, the more the number of questions, the higher the difficulty of deduction, and it was entirely different from the initial ten questions.
"You are so demanding, how did those students manage to endure this."
The printing room did not reply, nor did it have the ability to speak. However, Wen Wen's hand was spread open by an invisible force, and then a ruler struck down hard.
In fact, if it were a normal test-taker, the printing room would not have targeted them so much. The main reason was that Wen Wen’s initial attitude was a bit arrogant, and he was also a superpowered individual, which is why he was targeted by the printer.
"Hiss… that actually hurt."
Wen Wen raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't make any defensive moves, his physical strength was vastly different from that of ordinary people, or even other superpowered individuals. For it to cause him pain, the thing inside this printing room was clearly of a high level.
However, Wen Wen also had a way to deal with it. The Disaster Gloves appeared. No matter how the floating brain struck down, it couldn't cause any damage to Wen Wen's claws.
But soon, the brain changed its strategy and began to strike other parts of Wen Wen's body.
Wen Wen understood that as long as he continued to do the test papers, he could avoid physical suffering. But Wen Wen would rather be cut twice than do those damn test papers again.
Now he somewhat understood the situation of the students in this school. Although this thing had no malicious intent and wouldn't take lives, for ordinary people and even average superpowered individuals, it was truly torture.
Fortunately, Wen Wen was not an average superpowered individual, so he activated his body's defenses and lay down, allowing the floating brain to strike his body at will.
He had once used the ticklers from the Washington Hunter Association to scratch various parts of his body. As long as it was necessary, his entire body could be as hard as iron, so the strikes of these rulers felt like a massage to him.
After a few minutes, more than a dozen flying brains had gathered around Wen Wen, rapidly striking him with their pointers.
"A little to the left, it's a bit itchy there. Can the guy hitting my foot put a little more force in? Are you not having breakfast? And you in the middle, can you hit somewhere else? It doesn't hurt, but it's a bit awkward for me when you hit there."
Judging by Wen Wen's demeanor, he was treating this place like a massage parlor.
After being hit for half an hour, all the brain monsters stopped, exchanged glances, and then dispersed uniformly, vanishing into the air.
Clearly, the printing room realized that it couldn't do anything to Wen Wen, so it decided to stop bothering him. Sudan Novel Network
"Hey, give me a few more test papers, find some interesting directions, like emotional intelligence tests, criminal IQ tests, and so on, don't always do logical reasoning."
However, no matter how Wen Wen spoke, the printing room remained tightly shut with no response.
"You think if you ignore me, I can't do anything to you? When I catch you, I'll make you issue papers guiding people to commit crimes every day."
Wen Wen had only said this casually, but he didn't expect that after saying this, a trace of displeasure could be felt within the room.
After a moment of thought, Wen Wen immediately started cursing, using the foulest language and adjusting the direction of his words according to the internal emotional shifts.
After about ten minutes of probing, Wen Wen had a rough idea of the origin of the thing inside.
Saying 'origin' might not be entirely accurate, but this printing room was definitely related to the profession of 'teacher'. In fact, those brains floating in the air were once teachers from some federation.
Even after their death, they continued their work of teaching and nurturing in some form. Although their methods were a bit extreme, they were still worthy of respect.
In fact, Wen Wen had had some suspicions before; otherwise, he would have dismantled these brains when he was ganged up on.
These brains looked similar, but each had its own characteristics. Collectively speaking, they all possessed some traits that only excellent teachers had.
Although Wen Wen had dropped out of university halfway through, he still had considerable respect for the teaching profession.
Of course, this only applied to the part of them who were conscientious and responsible excellent teachers. As for the others who were just slacking off, Wen Wen felt they should be grateful that he didn't cause them any trouble.
Up until he dropped out of university, Wen Wen held leverage over a little less than half of the teachers who had taught him…