The data Wen Wen provided was fabricated, gambling on the containment subject not knowing the information of other students.
He wanted this compound printer, and to voluntarily give up printing exam papers in this school, rather than forcefully eradicating some of its obsessions with his might and then capturing it into the containment facility.
However, the situation he described, while slightly exaggerated, was not entirely without basis.
Although Huangshi Middle School had a high progression rate, and an unusually large number of students enrolled in prestigious universities, the students with great potential among them were basically on par with those from ordinary schools, and even slightly inferior.
Students were people, not machines. Excessive pressure, even if it allowed for rapid growth in the short term, would actually damage their potential in the long run.
Many educational institutions favored the phrase, "Don't let your child lose at the starting line," and many parents firmly believed it.
Admittedly, life was indeed a race with different starting lines.
But this race was a marathon, not a sprint. It wasn't about who had a higher starting line or who ran faster at the beginning, but about who could run the furthest.
If one exhausted all their strength in the first half of the marathon, even if they could lead for a short period, they would be overtaken in the latter half.
Therefore, the Federation had been advocating for reducing the burden on students in recent years, which Wen Wen saw as a positive trend.
However, the so-called reduction of burden was non-existent at Huangshi Middle School. This giant printer kept the students' spirits constantly on edge.
Thus, upon leaving Huangshi Middle School and being free from the supervision of this compound printer, most of them began to go wild.
While not as exaggerated as Wen Wen described, the data was still somewhat shocking to read.
The printer paused for a long time, with various杂乱 sounds emanating from within. Just as it was about to recover, Wen Wen suddenly added another sentence.
"I know what you want to do, but your methods impose a huge burden on the students."
"However, you don't need to change. I have a large number of 'problematic students' here who possess immense stress tolerance, allowing you to conduct exams to your heart's content."
"Think about it carefully, turning those 'naughty' ones into people useful to society is far better than you harming students here, isn't it?"
After hearing Wen Wen's words, the compound printer trembled even more violently and emitted a crackling sound.
Wen Wen knew that those obsessions were arguing within its body.
So, Wen Wen took out a clapperboard, beat a rhythm, and described the monsters in the containment facility.
"Take my containment facility, for instance. It holds seven to eight hundred unfortunate unemployed youths, they need..."
Wen Wen actually didn't know how to play the clapperboard, nor did he have any fixed rhythm, but with the clapperboard accompanying him, it sounded quite rhythmic.
Under Wen Wen's relentless verbal assault, the compound printer suddenly went silent and fell to the ground, behaving as still as a dead object. The surroundings finally became quiet.
Wen Wen raised an eyebrow, released his chains, wrapped them around the printer, and gently pulled it into the containment facility.
Once inside, this thing could only be manipulated by Wen Wen. Wen Wen entered the facility, went to the warehouse, grabbed a cart, and pushed the printer out.
Then, Wen Wen pushed the printer, taking it on a tour of the three-story building. At first, the printer was very quiet, but as soon as it understood what those things locked in the cells were, it became restless.
But now it was on a pirate ship, with no power to resist. After a few attempts, Wen Wen subdued it each time.
When they first entered, Wen Wen had mentioned having "problematic youths with extremely high endurance." Now, it seemed all these fellows were ferocious.
"As the saying goes, there is education without discrimination. These poor little fellows, due to their background and environment, have taken the wrong path. How can you not lend them a hand?"
"Educating them to be moral exemplars is much better than letting them go out and harm those innocent and kind children."
The printer vibrated violently, indicating its objection to Wen Wen's words, but its opinion no longer mattered.
After showing it all the prisoners, Wen Wen pushed it to the second floor of the containment facility, near Nivia's containment shop, and granted it some limited permissions.
This way, the containment subject could use its permissions to supervise the monsters' exams and grade their papers.
However, if it wanted to make these monsters do practice papers day and night like it did with those students, it would be basically impossible. Wen Wen would, at most, allow it to give the monsters one set of practice papers per day.
The best performers would be rewarded, and the worst performers would be punished.
Wen Wen felt he was very merciful for not excessively exploiting those monsters.
But for the monsters, their good days were over starting today. Previously, Wen Wen would give them questions only when he had free time, but now there would be exams every day.
Moreover, Wen Wen hadn't set any limit on how many questions a single paper could contain...
Inside the containment facility, with the power of the Cataclysm Jailer, Wen Wen saw how the compound printer刻印ed the test papers.
Although these obsessions did not all originate from teachers, teachers constituted the majority, and there were also excellent individuals from various professions.
The combined experience of these people, mixed with several question-generation logic systems, allowed them to quickly generate questions on the spot upon receiving a request.
Despite being printers, these things had a processing speed far exceeding that of ordinary computers.
Seeing the test papers being printed one by one, with transparent brains attached to them, Wen Wen smiled with satisfaction. He then connected to the containment facility's broadcast system, and his voice echoed in every cell.
"You trash in the cells, rejoice! Cheer! Your master has shown great benevolence and will no longer give you questions or exams."
After he finished speaking, many of the less stable monsters cheered loudly.
However, some of the fellows Wen Wen had captured into the containment facility earlier changed their expressions. They instinctively felt that things were about to become troublesome.
It was impossible for Wen Wen to be benevolent and let them off the hook!
...
Wen Wen walked out of the containment facility with a smile. The monsters' expressions, ranging from happiness to confusion, and finally to despair and rage, made him feel extremely pleased, and his steps felt lighter.
Now that he had found additional entertainment, he should go rejoin the group and explore for another two days. According to the itinerary, they should now be at the Polar Oceanarium, having close encounters with marine life.
But when Wen Wen arrived at the Polar Oceanarium, he didn't sense the presence of any tourists.
Wen Wen's face twitched a few times. Sifolmo had probably gotten lost again. Where had he taken everyone?