Click!

    The cold virtual cabin was opened. Yang Fan sat up from the cabin with a confused face. His eyes were not focused, and his brain was still in a blank state.

    He was a little confused whether he was in a dream or in reality.

    He has just clearly been killing monsters and saving people in Chengdu, experiencing the tide of spiritual power and the pleasure of rapid upgrading.

    Why did he sit in this cold machine like a coffin the next second?

    What does it mean that the game time is over? Isn''t he in a dream now?

    When those memory fragments in his mind recover, he always plays such a ghost trick, attaching his subconscious to the subject of memory in an instant, to passively appreciate the most profound experience in the subject''s memory.

    This time, it seems a little different. The numbness on the body is too real, and it is no longer the perspective of God, but his own consciousness is really integrated with the body.

    Brush!

    The weak light in the room lit up. On the display screen less than two meters opposite Yang Fan, a string of information suddenly appeared, and a voice familiar to Yang Fan sounded in the screen.

    "Student Yang Fan, the assessment result is above grade C, and the assessment is not passed. I hope to make persistent efforts next time and try to get into the famous federal school you expect!"

    Yang Fan raised his head and looked up quickly. Isn''t this the prompt sound of the guy in the system? Why did it run to his dream?

    Yang Fan''s personal achievements seemed to be recorded on the electronic screen. Yang Fan looked at them and soon saw what was written on them:

    Name: Yang Fan

    Gender: Male

    Age: 18

    Martial arts level: Martial disciple Level 2

    Class: class 29, grade 3, senior high school

    Assessment time: 8 hours

    Assessment content: successfully reverse the decline of the Terran before the end of the world, spread martial arts, expose the demon conspiracy and save more Terran compatriots in the game of salvation.

    Assessment result: Grade C (failed)

    Systematic evaluation: the examinee is correct in thought, has the heart to save the Terran and inspire the Terran. However, the overall situation view is insufficient, no leadership ability, no command ability, general martial arts talent and insufficient spiritual talent. Personality defects: low self-esteem, manic, stubborn, with certain psychological hidden dangers, slightly persecuted paranoia, it is suggested to carry out psychological intervention treatment.

    Note: the above results are all judged by the wisdom brain of salvation. They are true and effective without any intervention. Candidates can check the evaluation results at any time within three days after the end of the evaluation.

    Yang Fan was stunned for a while. How could he become the waste wood with only martial apprentice Level 2?

    Also, what the hell is this salvation game?

    Isn''t the mock exam held in the eastern suburb of Xichu city? Why has it become a game now?

    Yang Fan has a headache. It doesn''t seem like a dream, but he still seems to be in a dream. What''s going on?

    "Student Yang Fan, the assessment is over. Please leave now!"

    "Student Yang Fan, the assessment is over. Please leave now!"

    The familiar urging sound came from the screen again. Yang Fan frowned, turned over hard, got down from the virtual cabin, and walked blankly towards the door of the room. He was going to have a look outside. Maybe there would be some different clues outside.

    Brush!

    Yang Fan just walked to the door. The camera on the door scanned independently and the door opened automatically.

    "Xiao Fan! You''re out!"

    As soon as Yang Fan went out, he was grabbed by a familiar middle-aged woman and asked him, "the assessment has long ended. How did you come out? I told you long ago, don''t care too much about the assessment results. After graduation, you can help your father in the store and support your family."

    "If you really want to go to school, let your father report to a martial arts school for you, and you can continue to cultivate martial arts."

    "Don''t always think about going out of the city. So many people die in the demon hunting team every year. If you follow them out, can I sleep every day in the future?"

    The woman took Yang Fan and talked endlessly, but it made Yang Fan''s heart warm again and again. The lonely and confused mood dissipated. The memory that originally belonged to the body began to flood his blank brain.

    "Mom, stop talking!" Yang Fan shouted naturally. He looked at the woman who had raised him for 18 years and said solemnly, "you don''t have to worry about me. I''ve grown up and I''m used to it. It''s just a simulation test. It can''t hit me at all."

    Comrade Zhao Linglan was stunned when he heard the speech. He seriously looked up at his eldest son. He was a little sour in his heart. He was used to it and was full of all the bitterness and pain of the child''s three years in high school.

    She raised her hand and touched Yang Fan''s cold face clip. Holding his head to his forehead, Wen Yan said, "silly son, martial arts talent is never controlled by others. Don''t put too much pressure on yourself. Go home with your mother, and your father made you your favorite egg noodles!"

    Yang Fan''s eyes lit up: "did the store receive eggs again?"

    "Yes, I just received two fire eggs with a weight of 100 Jin from your Uncle Zhang. I sold one and kept the other for you and your sister." Zhao Linglan took Yang Fan''s arm and walked out and said, "let''s go back now. Maybe your father has done it by now!"

    No one mentioned the examination results. For a student who is the last in each examination, it is meaningless to ask about the examination results.

    Although the assessment this time is very different. For the first time, high school graduates in the whole Federation uniformly try the 100% virtual game cabin for virtual simulation assessment, no matter what, the assessment is inseparable from strength and talent.

    Therefore, Zhao Linglan knows that for her eldest son Yang Fan, the results of any assessment are almost the same. It''s better not to ask.

    "Son, is your brain OK?" after taking two steps, Zhao Linglan suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Fan carefully: "just now when you came out, you looked dull, as if you didn''t know me at all. It won''t be a confusion of memory. Haven''t you sobered up from the virtual examination?"

    "Yes?" Yang Fan was a little guilty. "Just now I felt a little confused. My brain was really not clear. But now it''s much better. I''ve remembered everything."

    "Look, how can I feel wrong?" Zhao Linglan looked like this, and then began to complain: "I really don''t understand why the Federation wants to use such a virtual device for you quasi martial arts. It''s said that even the most determined martial arts master may lose himself in the virtual game and can''t distinguish the boundary between virtual and reality. The side effects are not small!"

    Yang Fan nodded and added: "it''s really difficult to distinguish the virtual scene, but the federal government naturally has its own consideration. We little old Bai surnames have no right to intervene. I believe the federal government should not harm us!"

    Zhao Linglan glanced at her son: "justice is right and wrong. My mother naturally knows, but I''m not worried about your head. I heard that the side effects of the virtual game are not small. If you feel anything wrong, you must tell your mother, you know?"

    Yang Fan nodded again and again, but his mind was still remembering his great deeds in Chengdu, and his spirit began to be in a trance.

    In the corridor and the campus, Yang Fan saw many familiar faces, including Hua Yue, Xia Zixuan, severe cold, and teacher Wang Zhe walking with his head held up in sunglasses. All these people are still alive.

    Not only them, but also South China martial arts school, Xichu city and millions of citizens in Xichu city are all alive.

    There is no battle to destroy the city, no system to carry, and no leading role template to act as the Savior at the beginning of the end of the world.

    Everything he had experienced before was a game and a virtual life.

    Zhao Linglan pulled him to the school gate. At the moment of passing by Mr. Wang Zhe, Yang Fan suddenly had an uncontrollable impulse in his heart. He couldn''t help but stop Wang Zhe''s way and asked Wang Zhe in a straight voice: "Mr. Wang, are you from Yancheng? Graduated from the Federal Military School? And a monitor who has always been secretly in love with you is Sun Yan?"

    Wang Zhe was stunned and looked at Yang Fan suspiciously. He raised his hand and took off his sunglasses. He stared at Yang Fan with a somewhat unhappy look: "little classmate, the news is very well-informed! Tell me, where did you get the news? Although my information is not top secret, few people can know it in this western Chu city."

    Yang Fan''s body was stiff and his mind was in chaos.

    Looking at Wang Zhe''s expression, he seems to have admitted his identity, but how is it possible? Those are all virtual scenes and memories. How can they be right with reality?

    Coincidence?

    Seeing that Yang Fan seemed to annoy the handsome teacher in front of him, Zhao Linglan quickly pulled Yang Fan aside and smiled to make a round for him.

    "Mr. Wang, don''t worry about this child. He just came out of the simulation examination. His brain is not completely awake. He is completely talking nonsense. He can''t be true. Just now he didn''t even recognize my mother."

    After apologizing, without waiting for Wang Zhe to say anything, Zhao Linglan took Yang Fan and hurried away. She was almost trotting. She left the school gate in a short time.

    Wang Zhe stood there and looked at the mother and son in silence, but his eyes had been staring at Yang Fan.

    "Is it really just nonsense? How can nonsense touch my details? I almost forget the name Sun Yan. How can he know?"

    "Still secretly in love. Who told him such a secret thing? It''s boring enough!"

    With doubts in his heart, Wang Zhe turned and continued to walk to his office.

    The monk can''t run away from the temple. He remembers that the boy seems to be a celebrity in class 29. He should also have a nickname called "shame of South China", which is not difficult to find.