Escort

Chapter 443 Brother, You Are Lucky
These days, integrity is obviously not as important as prosperity and wealth. Everyone would rather sell themselves into the palace to be a servant than start their own business on the street.

There are so many people who come to Tangren Hutong to find Mr. Li, which means that someone's competition pressure is greatly increased, but the otaku is still very confident in himself. No matter how he is now in Liangzhou, he is considered a successful person. Dayan moved, defeated countless powerful enemies, and even a few princes were played around by him. Compared with these life losers who only know how to be slaves to others, everyone is not on the same level at all. It's still the five scum of war, the otaku has never taken these people to heart, he has already planned in his heart what to do after entering the palace.

But so many people don't know how Mr. Li will be assessed. If the otaku comes one by one, it will be the beginning of spring next year when it's his turn. Then where will he go to find the shadow? Fortunately, Mr. Li quickly dismissed him. In order to avoid concerns, each person registers at the registration point and draws a test question at the same time, and is required to complete the answer within a stick of incense, and those who pass will advance to the next round.

Of course, it is impossible for an otaku to reveal his true identity. He has never been interested in such things as selling himself as a slave. I took out a cardboard box and took out a small piece of paper. When I opened it, I was dumbfounded on the spot.

"Scenario [-]: Your little master urgently needs to eat and supplement nutrition after a serious illness, but she or he has no appetite. How can you make her or him eat an extra bowl of rice for dinner?"

Lying|trough!! !How can there be such weird exam questions in this world? Who the hell cares about how many bowls of rice a brat eats at night? Is the person who wrote the question brain atrophied? Basic literacy is also required. Even if you ask about the situation in Palestine and Israel, the North Korean nuclear issue, and why only socialism can save China, it’s fine. There’s no need to be so extreme.

The mustache at the registration point handed over a piece of paper and a pen, pointed to the heel of the wall not far away, where a group of people were writing quickly, and said lazily, "See, the answering area is over there. Remember to give me the answer within the specified time, otherwise you will be directly disqualified."

After hesitating again and again, the otaku decided to consult the other party about this question again, leaned over and asked, "Look at my question..."

Bazihu ​​waved his hands and said with air, "I will not and do not want to answer any questions, and any nonsense will be treated as an abandonment of the exam."

But it turns out that there are always many kind-hearted people in this world. The buddy behind someone stretched his head over, glanced at the note in the otaku's hand, and immediately showed envy on his face, "Brother, You're lucky."

"Ha, this is also called good luck?"

"Of course, this is the original question in the reference book. It seems that you have passed the first round without any problems." The man sighed, "Oh, I can't say. When I came to the exam last year, I clicked I got a side question on my back, asking me whether it weighs [-] catties of cotton or [-] catties of salted fish. This question is too difficult. I didn’t prepare at all. disqualified."

"Tsk tsk, sometimes I also feel that the invigilator is too strict." The man complained.

"I'm going, this is not the point at all, okay, one hundred catties of cotton and one hundred catties of salted fish, what the hell are you doing!" The otaku went crazy.

However, the character mustache spoke again at this time, and said coldly, "When do you two plan to talk, and if you delay the answering of the questions later, you will be disqualified." Then he turned to someone, "Don't say I didn't remind you, One-third of your answering time has passed, even if it is the original question in the reference book, if you don’t start answering, you can’t finish it.”

"Um, now I want to know which reference book you've been talking about?"

""How to Make a Slave", oh, by the way, there are similar problems in "Little Maid's Promotion"." The buddy said enthusiastically.

"........."

Four-fifths of the time has passed, but the otaku still hasn't started to write. He has been squatting by the corner in a daze. Without exception, all the people around him are focused on their expressions, and their pens are flying like flying. Chief Escort Zhang feels that he has really seen a ghost. Could it be? Haven't these guys encountered such weird problems? The otaku secretly glanced at a handsome black-faced guy on the left, who was giving detailed and serious answers to the nine postures of kneeling, and then looked at the big-breasted girl on the left , it is an in-depth discussion on how to use emergency contraception after being blessed by the male host... Well, it seems that he himself is the most abnormal one.

Seeing that time was running out, the otaku could only barely write a few words on paper, and handed the answer to Mustache before the stick of incense burned out.

Mustache was drinking tea, took the note, opened it, and sprayed the tea in his mouth on the face of the person opposite.

"Zhan Yuxiong, please explain to me what it means to put half a catty of Chaotian pepper in every dish!!!"

"That's... the literal meaning, I don't have an appetite, why not just eat more chili peppers." Escort Zhang said confidently.

"Fart, of course I know the truth of this bullshit, but what you have to serve are golden branches and jade leaves, how can you use such a rough method, and the daily dishes of the palace are carefully prepared by the kitchen to ensure nutrition, unless the young master speaks otherwise Those of us who are servants can't change without permission, stupid, really stupid to the point of no cure, even a person like you wants to enter the palace? Let's die as soon as possible." The character Hu said angrily.

The otaku was also pissed off, and frowned, "That's not okay, that's not okay, then tell me how to answer this question?"

"Hehe, no matter, today we will teach you to be a good boy. Anyone can give a standard answer to this kind of question." The mustache pointed to the young man who had been sprayed with tea in his face before, "You, yes, it's you , come and tell him how to answer such a simple question, and if you get it right, you will go directly to the next round."

"Huh?! Me?" The young man was overjoyed when he heard the words, turned around and immediately put on a condescending expression, "The official answer to this question should be like this - kneeling on the ground, kowtow and persuasion, if the little If the master still refuses to listen, he should remonstrate with death, as long as the young master is willing to eat an extra bowl of rice, we slaves are willing to die even if we die."

The otaku was horrified when he heard that, brother, how cheap are you.

(End of this chapter)