There was silence on and off the stage, how to say, the rematch at this time seemed to fall into a very strange state.

When a person sees something funny and funny, most of the first reaction is to be stunned first, and then wait for the brain to react and then laugh out loud.

As a former otaku, I naturally have absolute confidence in the joke in the "Gintama" manga originally from the modern earth, in fact, I can also feel that now whether it is the contestants or the audience under the stage, the thing they want to do most must be to laugh wildly, but unfortunately this laugh did not burst out in the end, because a cold aura emanating from the judges' seat actually suppressed the whole scene.

"Mentor Magat, do I have a big nose?" In contrast to the gloomy tone of the gentle smile on his face, the headmaster of the academy turned his head to look at Magat, who was afraid that someone would be thrown out for a beggar if he were not holding a musical instrument, and asked questions word by word.

"No, Headmaster, you are very beautiful, and if I could be ten years younger, I would definitely pursue you without a single qiē, even if you are a flower fairy who already has a lover." Magath shuddered, and without hesitation sold his temperament, his travels outside for a while had made him feel like a bard again, even if his head did not think, he could still speak with his mouth open.

Hearing the answer in his mind, the headmaster of the academy nodded in satisfaction: "Thank you Mentor Magath for your kindness, but I already have a lover, even though he died a hundred years ago...... Well, you're a good guy."

"Thank you." Magath wanted to cry and accept the principal's good guy card without tears.

The principal of the academy who watched the judging seat restrained the invisible pressure, and I, including all the students present, breathed a sigh of relief, the joke of the boss was really not easy to make, and if it was not good, it would lead to death.

"Okay, this is the demonstration question for this competition, we will have 12 questions in this exam, and you must carefully observe the preferences of the judges when answering, and then write the answers that can get a high score from them." Picking up the microphone to continue the game, as if to make up for the gaffe just now, this time the atmosphere among the students and the audience was extremely lively, and in order to make the scene more lively, I did not forget to play the clown and added: "As an extra hint, I personally prefer an unfolding story, and the more outrageous the plot, the higher the score."

"I like descriptions with pictures." Magath from the jury seat interjected at the right time, which caused a good-natured laugh among the students.

The principal of the academy pursed his lips and smiled, not taking this opportunity to relax, and she was the only one who was the most competent in the evaluation.

If it was a normal competition, the president of the academy would have done the same, but unfortunately I didn't plan to hold the rematch in the normal way from the beginning.

As I said earlier, it has been less than a year since I crossed over, so the way of thinking of the students in the past has not left me for the time being, as the book "Analects" also says, "Do not do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

When I think back to being a student, I have to bask in the sun every time I have a sports meeting, and I am bored to watch those students I don't know do various competitions outside, and the most terrible thing is that from primary school to college for more than ten years, the sports meeting is the same set of processes from beginning to end.

Of course, it's not that the sports will be bad, it's just that it feels like it's missing a kind of change, lifeless and not interesting.

For example, if you are a team event that is bound to be the finale of the sports day, you will inevitably feel your blood boiling during the running and competition, but when you watch other grades compete, you will feel "I mean, aren't you just running around the playground?" Such a mood then extends to the psychology that it is better to lower your head and continue to play cards than to watch people run.

I remember that before the crossing, I once watched a Hong Kong film, which also had the plot of the sports meeting, but their participants were not students, but ** who collected protection money from the group, and even the name of the sports meeting was also changed to "** sports meeting".

Brigade relay?

This event will definitely appear, but in the ** Games, they passed not the baton, but the watermelon knife, and several runners not only had to press the accelerator under their feet on the track, but also had to slash each other with knives with neighboring competitors.

In retrospect, it was just a pretty ordinary joke, but it gave me an idea.

Ordinary things have a limit to taste, but interesting things don't.

So when the president of the academy handed me over to be the host, the competition was destined not to be as ordinary or even featureless as before.

My mind turned to reality but it was only a few seconds of flashing, and under my instructions, Beatrice, dressed in a bunny girl costume, took down the original picture of the demonstration question, and then put the first question on it.

"Essay: Write an essay about love."

There are no pictures on the exam questions, and some are just empty sentences.

"This question requires three items." I held out three fingers in the direction of the contestants' seats: "First, the story must be concise and concise, second, the story must end in tragedy, and third, the text must be submitted within five minutes."

After explaining the rules of the question, one of the students at the top of the table raised his hand.

"Any questions?"

The skeptical student asked in a tangled way: "Yes, just now Tutor Xu Mo said that the theme of this semi-final is 'free swinging of narration pictures and texts', but there are no pictures at all in your question, isn't this just asking us to write articles?"

I nodded, and instead of answering the contestant's question directly, I asked, "Classmate, your mother probably didn't teach you a thing."

"What?"

"Don't challenge the authority of the examiner in the examination room." Calmly as a declaration, I took out the remote control in my hand and pressed the switch.

Boom, boom, the doubtful student had no time to reflect on the meaning of my words, when he suddenly felt the chair under his butt shake violently, and then under the stunned gaze of the contestants and the audience next to him, the doubtful student was carried by the rocket flying chair to the blue sky.

"Ahh

Calmly putting the remote back in my pocket, I clapped my hands at the contestants and declared, "Okay, if no one has any other questions......

"Wait, Master Xu Mo!" The students in the contest stood up collectively, all staring at the position where they had been sitting for dozens of minutes with fear, and one of them stared at me in disbelief and asked tremblingly, "You...... No, what the hell did you put under the chair?"

"It's nothing, it's just a device that allows people to fly in the air for a while." I waved my hand and said disapprehantly, "And there is a parachute on it, so you don't have to worry about falling to your death."

"We're worried about your head!" These words were not shouted by the participating students, but the angry roar of the audience.

"Alright, let's stop the chatter!" Seeing that the scene had a tendency to get out of control, I quickly stretched out my five fingers to the direction of the stage audience, and then turned to the direction of the participating students and explained: "If you are worried about your own safety, you can apply for withdrawal from the competition, of course, if you do this, the number of off-campus visiting students will not be your share, have you heard of the principle of equivalent exchange? You can't get anything in return without sacrifice, you have to pay the same price if you want to get something, and it's up to you to decide whether you want to quit or continue playing, and that's what I'm asking here."

The students looked at each other, but soon returned to their positions under the leadership of several people, and a few of them were quite dissatisfied as they walked and thought about it, but the object of the complaint was not me, but the competitors around me who were making a fuss.

"Mentor Xu Mo is doing things like this, there is no need to exaggerate so much." This is an elven male student who is not good-looking.

The lion's head beside him also said with a blank disdain: "I was the lead when I blew up the toilet, and I didn't worry about this or that like a girl at that time."

As the students returned to their positions, the president of the academy and Magath in the judging seats were also talking.

"Headmaster, what do you think of Mentor Xu Mo's actions?"

"There's nothing bad about it, the academy wants to cultivate talents, but if you want to become a talent, you can't just have talent." The headmaster of the academy picked up the glass of water offered by Beatrice and moistened his throat: "Tutor Xu Mo's actions seem to be Hu Lai at first glance, and in fact he is indeed Hu Lai, but the coincidence is that the various tests he arranged can always screen out the most essential parts of a person's personality, and the bard should have known how to improvise, distinguish the faces of others, speak according to the situation, and make the right choice at a critical moment, so far Tutor Xu Mo has done a good job, so I will not ask for the suspension of the exam."

Magath nodded straight, clearly convinced of the headmaster's words.

After the camera pans back to the stage and the contestants are back in their seats, I announce the next rules: "Okay, now the timer starts in five minutes, please write your story on the little whiteboard on the table, and our jury will score your answers later."

While listening to me, the contestants were already answering one by one, and because the exam questions were interspersed with rocket flying chair incidents, the contestants almost already had the infrastructure of the story in their minds when they returned to their positions.

Although it was said that the answer time was five minutes, but I gave the contestants three minutes to think about it first, and after thinking about it, I decided to add some trouble to these contestants to balance the difficulty of the exam.

"The contestants have already started answering, but I, as the host, will not let the audience get bored during this time, Beatrice, please paste my answer to this question on the whiteboard."

As soon as I had finished speaking, Beatrice posted my pre-written answer to the board.

Essay: Write an essay about love.

Requirements: The text is full of emotion, the words are concise, the story needs to end in tragedy, and the answer time is five minutes.

When Beatrice posted the answer, I also dictated my answer through the microphone, and it was not much, just two short sentences.

The first sentence: "Will you marry me?"

Second sentence: "Get out!"

The audience and the contestants burst into laughter.

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Miscellaneous:

Thanks to the tips of "Dalian Junior High School" and "Tang Di", as well as the tips and evaluation votes of "Forgotten River".

Tomorrow 1/1, the new year is also the day the book is on the shelves.

This year, I really thank all of you for your support to Maokuan!

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