Lost ID Badge.
Everyone knows what the outcome will be.
Losing ID Badge here will only leave you with the option of 'death'.
"Now select the first Newcomer for assessment."
After reading this sentence, Foreman's dark eyes swept up and down, lingering on the six people, and finally landed on Short-Sleeved Girl.
He grinned, "It's up to you."
Short-Sleeved Girl took a deep breath and stepped on the stage according to the requirements of the neighboring class. The other candidates were left in a remote corner of the Audience seat.
From this angle, you can completely see everything happening above.
As the curtain rises, the performance begins.
Short-Sleeved Girl stood in the middle of the stage, surrounded by Audience, as if a hungry wolf was watching a sheep with smooth fur.
Soon, the first Performance Project selected by Audience appeared in front of everyone.
A black rope extended from the stage, and a plaque hung below with two bloody words written on it.
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Bo Shuo heard a horrifying gasp from the crowd, and Audience below the stage seemed to be even more excited, with shouts coming one after another.
"Hurry up and get to the point!"
"Are you trying to make a living by being so slow?"
"As long as you cut off a piece of meat now, I will give you a passing grade."
Short-Sleeved Girl was frozen on the stage. In front of her was a small piece of dagger that fell, stained with smelly rust.
While she was hesitating, the overall rating not far away dropped rapidly.
More and more Audience give their own ratings.
(Current rating--67...59...55)
There are still 8 minutes left before the end time. After the end, if the score fails, she will die here.
But if we perform this performance according to the ideas of this group of Audience, let alone whether we can get a passing grade, whether we can survive is a question.
But if you don't do it, you will die.
All we can do is fight.
Short-Sleeved Girl tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, then his eyes sharpened, and he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
Ignoring my own fear, I tried to cut off a piece of flesh from my wrist. The moment the blood spattered out, my score, which had dropped to the bottom, began to slowly rise again.
(Current rating: 57)
The part where she started was specially selected so as not to damage the inside, but if she had to do it non-stop within these eight minutes, no matter how strong her body was, it would be too much for her.
Soon her whole body was stained red with blood, and the fear on her face became more and more serious, but completely opposite to her was the reaction underneath Audience.
They seemed to be ignited in an instant, hooting and roaring one after another, like crazy beasts smelling the smell of blood.
"The assessment is over."
Foreman, who was wearing Black Tailcoat, squinted his eyes, walked to the center of the stage, and bowed politely to Audience below.
The eyes of all the candidates are focused on the score sheet not far away. Judging from the current situation, Short-Sleeved Girl's life can still be guaranteed. Even though it looks miserable on the outside, it is not yet endangered.
After you get off the stage and use some potion, you can recover.
The key point that should be focused on now is actually this score.
As long as the score is passing, this assessment will be passed, and then they can proceed according to the Short-Sleeved Girl method.
But Bo Shuo felt that it was not simple. I wonder if it was his illusion. The originally fixed score paused slightly, then trembled a little, and even had a slow downward trend.
But isn't the assessment over now?
The bad premonition in my heart became more and more serious. Sure enough, in front of everyone's eyes, the score that originally stopped at 70 turned rapidly.
Like rice paper that was disrupted by the strong wind, the scores on it also began to drop, crossing 60 passing points in just a few seconds.
Finally fixed at--
59 points.
"No!"
Short-Sleeved Girl's eyes suddenly widened. He ignored the side effects of excessive blood loss and crawled to the monitor, "This is wrong, wasn't it 70 just now?"
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Foreman not far away, "You are cheating. I still have 70 points when the assessment is over!"
Foreman had another set of logic about this. With a matter-of-fact expression, he easily twisted the tie on his chest.
"The end of the assessment does not mean the end of grading. There are still many Audience who are grading now. If you go and beg them, they might even give you a sympathy point."
Foreman's face covered with ferocious scales carried undisguised malice, and even his words had a fishy smell that was difficult to swallow.
He pointed to Audience below, "I can give you five minutes now. If you can let Audience give you a passing grade, you will pass this time."
Short-Sleeved Girl cast his gaze downwards stiffly, only to be met with mocking and malicious eyes one by one. They held up the score board in their hands, and then in Short-Sleeved Girl's horrified eyes, he wrote down a score - 59.
As the curtain fell on the stage, Proctoring System's cold prompt sounded.