Chapter 230 Bottom Line (Part 1)

Looking at his son's ugly face, Duanmuyuan was a little worried that he would lose all confidence in being hit directly. After thinking about it, he comforted him: "But you don't have to think too much, it's not that Dad doesn't believe you, it's just that this quiz contest The ownership of the championship largely determines the ownership of the position of the president of the academic association, and Dad and your uncles and uncles did this just in case."

He clicked on the stack of answer sheets, and said calmly: "What you see now is that as long as Qin Sheng has done the questions, she will be all right. Focus on the multiple-choice questions and ensure the scoring rate of the multiple-choice questions.”

"After all, you also know that in order to score a fill-in-the-blank question, you have to actually calculate the result, which is much more difficult than multiple-choice questions."

The truth is that.

But Duan Muzicheng asked himself, even if he, even if he put all his time and energy on the multiple-choice questions, it would be difficult to guarantee 100% accuracy of the 600 multiple-choice questions.

Taking a step back, even if he can do it, for the sake of safety, he will definitely set aside some time to do part of the fill-in-the-blank questions, otherwise, if he makes a mistake in a question, it will be the result of being eliminated directly.

Qin Sheng would do this out of absolute confidence in his own strength.

And the facts have proved that she does have the capital of self-confidence.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Zicheng's face turned pale again.

Duanmuyuan saw it, and his face sank.

"I've said everything I need to say, and you know everything you need to know." He took out a stack of materials from the desk drawer and put them on the table, saying: "This is the association's two vice presidents and senior members. I sorted out the materials for you overnight, and there is still one day before tomorrow's exam, go back and prepare well."

"Dad has done the math for you. With your current score, as long as you can get a score of 783 or more in the final round, then even if Qin Sheng is so outrageous that he gets a full score of 1,000, he won't be able to beat you to win the championship. "

He took a deep look at Duanmu Zicheng, and said: "Father knows that defeating Qin Sheng is your wish since childhood, and now the opportunity is in front of you, it depends on whether you can seize it."

But such a victory is not what I want!

Duanmu Zicheng roared in his heart.

But looking at Shang Duan Muyuan's deep and heavy gaze, all the anger and sadness turned into a pale sneer on the corner of his lips.

What else is there to say.

He never cared about what he thought, what he wanted was always the academic association, only the glory of the Duanmu family.

He was nothing more than a handy tool in his hands.

Duanmu Zicheng left the study in a daze, and read the book for a long time in a daze, not even knowing when he fell asleep.

Until the next morning, he suddenly shivered and woke up suddenly from his sleep.

But at some point in the room, there was a figure wearing a silver-gray robe and a mask.

If Qin Zheng were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this is the second elder of the black prison who just looked for him not long ago.

At this moment, he was looking at Duanmu Zicheng with scrutiny.

Duanmu Zicheng felt annoyed at being watched, and asked sharply, "Who are you, why are you in my room?!"

The masked man chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I can help you realize your long-cherished wish for many years."

He obviously didn't mean to be around the corner, so he reached out and picked up a book from the desk beside him, and continued: "Didn't you want to defeat Qin Sheng? I can help you."

Duanmu Zicheng's face changed, and his eyes were full of vigilance: "What exactly do you want?"

The masked man rested his chin lightly with one hand, and a playful smile flashed across the only eye exposed outside: "Don't be so nervous, I just see her life is so smooth and comfortable, and I don't want to make progress, I want to find something for her. Lezi, hit her and hit her."

The masked man casually threw the information in his hand back on the desk: "This is the original question for today's exam, it is now 6:52, you still have at least four hours to read the questions in advance, with your strength , After these four extra hours, I will take the test again, and it is not a big problem to get 783 points in the test, right?"

"Then you will defeat Qin Sheng."

The masked man's voice couldn't tell the age, it was deep but clear, and it seemed to have the power to demagogue people.

Duanmu Zicheng only felt the words "defeat Qin Sheng" echoing in his mind, and when he came back to his senses, the masked figure had long since disappeared from the room.

His expression changed drastically.

His eyes fell on the desk not far away. The stack of documents was right in front of him, but it seemed thousands of miles away from him.

After a long time, when his eyes were almost out of focus, he slowly got up and walked to the desk, and slowly reached out to pick up the materials.

Suddenly, Duanmu Zicheng's eyes sharpened.

There was an incomparably crisp "tearing" sound, and the next moment, the thick stack of documents in his hand was torn open by him, and he threw it on the ground again, stepping on the sole of his foot fiercely!

His eyes were fierce, and his voice was even more ruthless: "Whether I win or not is my own business, if you want to control me, if you want to use me, get out! Get out!"

The anger accumulated since he was a child poured out at this moment, and Duanmu Zicheng vented all his unwillingness and resentment on the information booklet under his feet, until it was trampled to pieces, and he fell down on the edge of the bed as if he lost his strength.

Couldn't help but gasp heavily.

Finally regaining consciousness, his gaze changed for a while, finally he gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone from the bed, and made a call.

"Do you have Qin Sheng's contact information?"

"I have something to do with her."

"Just tell me if you have it, send it to me if you have it, and forget it if you don't."

When the words fell, he hung up the phone.

After about ten seconds, the phone ding-dong, and a WeChat message popped up, which was a string of numbers.

Duanmu Zicheng's gaze changed again, and while struggling, he pressed the dial button.

The phone didn't connect.

Duanmu Zicheng continued to fight without hesitation.

After thinking about it, he quickly edited a message, and was hesitating whether to reveal his identity, when he heard a faintly familiar low laugh in his ears, and the next moment, he felt a pain in the back of his neck.

Duanmu Zicheng's consciousness quickly plunged into darkness.

At the last moment before he passed out, the only thing he could do was press the send button on the edited text message.

Ding dong, sent successfully.

The masked man looked at the screen that was still on, and then at the rotten information booklet in front of the desk where the prototype could no longer be seen.

There was a gleam of interest in his eyes.

After a pause, he reached for Duanmu Zicheng's cell phone and edited the information again.

【I took this kid who hated you so much and was stupid and wanted to stick to his principles. Look, do you want to come and save him?

Only wait until 12 o'clock, when the time comes, there will only be corpses left. 】

I'm coming~