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Under the blue sky and white clouds, there is an ancient castle belonging to the Purple Mountain Buddhist Academy.

The camera zooms in and out through the thick black stone walls to a top-story tower in the northeast corner.

The red cloth coat is covered with black leather armor, and the leather armor is made of gold threads, like small pieces of copper like fish scales. Under the crown of straight hair coiled on the top of his head, it is the face of a middle-aged uncle with vicissitudes. A goatee with cheeks, and eyebrows as sharp as a sword.

In one sentence, this is the image of a general who has come from a pile of dead people.

To describe it in one word, this is killing the god in vain.

Bai Qi, who killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers in Changpingkeng.

This is also the image of the gods of Meng Jin.

And this virtual space with a high degree of replication is a sandbox-style academy space established with the help of Po. (A sandbox game is an open-ended game with infinite possibilities, a simulation game with a creative theme.) Each academy student can register an avatar in the form of a god in the academy space. In the era when séances are expensive, this has also become the best platform for students to vent their YY**. The Martial God Guan Yu, the Great Sage Sun Wukong, the Thunder God Thor, the God of War Ares, and even Cupid and the Indian Bowl Rakshasa can also be found. However, without exception, most of the deities chosen by the students belong to those powerful gods who are highly ranked in combat power.

For example, Zhou Tang, who now has only one Western stove god, is the image of the Persian military god Bahram in the academy space.

When Meng Jin first registered, countless gods flew in front of him. Instead, he stopped the mouse in front of a middle-aged man. Killing God Bai Qi, a guy who entered the Tao by killing and became a god. However, Meng Jin's first feeling when he saw him was a familiar feeling of loneliness. It seems that if you are single all the time and lonely all the time, when you reach middle age, you will also want to prove your sense of existence to the world by transcending the killing thoughts of **.

Meng Jin manipulated the God of Killing to jump directly from the floor-to-ceiling window of the dormitory and landed in a garden in the atrium of the ancient castle.

This is one of the benefits of virtual space, Meng Jin can go downstairs from the roof in as fast as 2 minutes, and a leap from his fingertips is no more than a second.

In the garden, Nuwa and Hades are whispering. Cupid, with two small wings, also flew in the air, while God Odin and Dragon King Ao Guang faced each other in front of a chessboard. Po also gave the students advanced editing software, which allowed them to redesign their own characters at will. For example, let Ao Guang wear the red and white senatorial robe of the Roman Senate, and you can also let Sun Dasheng, who is covered with hair, wear a high-forked cheongsam and high heels to sell a show.

Looking at the delicate lines of the flowers and plants in the garden, Meng Jin seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of those fresh plants. I have to sigh at Bao's strength. Such a huge virtual space is more than any online sandbox game, and the size should easily exceed tens of gigabytes of hard disk, right? Wrong. In Meng Jin's second-hand notebook, which may be scrapped at any time, the software, named "Academy Space", only occupies a few tens of MB of space. What makes Meng Jin feel even more incredible is that this software is almost no different from his own soon-to-be-scrapped alien X17 in Zhou Tang's top-level configuration alien X17, and the third-rate graphics card of the second-hand notebook can see the subtle lines of flowers and plants, which is really a miracle.

Meng Jin didn't play in this space, and the killing god Bai Qi quickly walked through the garden and into the inside of the ancient castle. His destination was a certain hall, which was the discussion area of the entire academy space, in the castle, designed to look like a tavern.

The god of killing, who had "Mad Caesar" shining on his head, came to a corner of the crowded tavern. There is a sign informing you of the time and place of tomorrow's entrance test.

Guys with pads and phones can easily check their schedules. However, Meng Jin could only obtain the information he needed in this time-consuming way.

"The game is open! Tomorrow's quasi-S-level Meng Jin will take the test! Bet on whether he can get the S rank again! ”

Probably everyone wants to stand on the top and look down on all beings, and human beings seem to have an innate attachment to things like rank in their genes.

As soon as Bahram in the tavern shouted, one god after another pulled out their money bags and pressed the amount of bets (in fact, the money box) onto the first S-class in nearly fifty years.

The odds were 1 to 15. There are only a few people who are optimistic that Meng Jin can obtain the S-level through the test. And one of them is the owner of this Bahram, his roommate, the Zhou Tang who is used to being cold.

"He's the highest level this year, why aren't you optimistic about him?" Bahram cried out a question very sincerely, as if to persuade everyone to change the money and press it on the other side. In fact, this is the highest form of deception and psychological suggestion (deliberately speaking to the other side of one's wishes).

"He's a piece of waste. Previous resumes had no bright spots. Adadis male? Oh my God, if this kind of person is past the S-level, then I'll just drop out. ”

"Wait, there's also a confession maniac, 99 confessions failed, is this guy strong in heart or super thick-skinned?"

"It is said that he can't even descend to a D-level ghost immortal, and he is still S-class, is it funny?" (I really don't know who released this insider.) ）

"yes, I've been following him for days, and I really haven't noticed any difference or potential in him."

Zhou Tang stared at the screen, and a smile appeared on his face for the first time.

"Is it necessary for you to sell me?" Meng Jin couldn't help but sigh when he saw Zhou Tang sitting on the opposite side smiling stupidly.

"I'll do the math, if your test can drag on for three days tomorrow, then I'll earn 200,000 US dollars this time."

"So much?"

"Of course, I still counted the 100,000 bribes deducted for that fat man."

"Wait, oh, shit! Now I can only earn 50,000 yuan. ”

Zhou Tang was annoyed that he hadn't sealed the market earlier, just now, there were two bets that Meng Jin could pass, one for 800 US dollars and one for 2,000 US dollars.

Sadly, the $2,000 bet was placed on Venus, the goddess of love, and the name hovering above her head was somewhat familiar - love was like a tide. The dead fat man in the empty boat, not only did the image of the gods play a reverse string, but even the name was so vulgar.

But it's okay, even the fat man has bet, so he will try his best to ensure that Meng Jin passes no matter what.

A jade hand was on the back of the killing god Bai Qi.

"I heard that you are very powerful in Warcraft 3? Do you want to play a game? ”

A long straight black hair was pinned by a golden hairpin, and a purple gauze skirt was clinging to the whole body, and a big bow was knotted with gold silk around the waist.

It turned out to be the Zixia Fairy, and this fairy also has a very pleasant name, Ke'er.

It seems to be an old friend. Even the name is so uncreative that it is immediately reminiscent of the girl with bright brown hair, dark green eyes, and cherry blossom-colored lips.

"What's wrong? Don't you dare? The mad Caesar is a murderous white god, a ruthless general and a righteous legionnaire, the mighty Qin Dynasty Black Armor Army and the equally powerful legionnaires of the Roman Republic, what an interesting combination! ”

As if he had been broken out of his mind, Meng Jin smiled and clicked the confirmation button. Po's powerful processing power allows the academy space to seamlessly connect with the game of Warcraft 3, and instantly cuts into the screen of selecting races and maps.

The crazy Caesar is still obsessed with the orcs, and Ke'er is not surprising that he chooses the Night Elves.

This pair of naturally opposing races began their fate of facing off in a game.

Looking at the laptop screen that had become dim because of reading the game, Meng Jin suddenly felt that his eyes were no longer so lonely and sad, and the lion hidden in his heart also seemed to wake up and roar at this moment.

Meng Jin's hands turned into phantoms, and he began to fly on the keyboard with a kind of rapidity. But this was also the first time that Meng Jin found that the outcome of this game had become unimportant.

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