No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

After a moment's thought, with the help of the old man, Gu Wenzhou began to write.

On the right side of the podium, the student council monitor stood ramrod straight. Zhou Xiang glanced at him every now and then.

The inspectors felt uneasy under their watchful eyes and had no motivation to conduct their duties.

Wang Zheng, who was being escorted by a veteran player, sat in the fifth row of the first group, sweating as he wrote the questions.

He glanced out the window briefly, then stopped writing.

In the courtyard, vegetation grows abundantly.

The woman in the middle is the most captivating; she is dressed lightly, without makeup, and possesses a cool and ethereal air.

She was standing in front of the sapling, holding gardening shears.

Mu Zhixi didn't rush to cut; she first glanced at the task panel.

[Main Responsibility: Perform plant care once every seven days.]

[Performable actions: Pick up fallen leaves, trim dead leaves, wipe leaf surfaces.]

Mu Zhixi looked at the sapling.

There are seven leaves in total.

Six of the pieces look salvageable, but the bottom piece has a blackened edge.

I picked up the garden shears and tried them out.

This task is a bit too easy, which makes me uneasy.

From a player's perspective, given the dungeon's usual practices, only repairing one leaf every seven days seems like a trap.

Mu Zhixi squatted down, sensing the soil as she probed along the sapling.

The next second, a very faint voice was heard, "Don't cut me...don't cut me..."

The movement paused.

Can the sapling talk?

After a long while, Mu Zhixi realized that it was probably due to her own perception.

The blackened leaf trembled.

"Cut the piece on the side; the piece on the side is damaged."

The lush green leaves beside it immediately retorted, "You're talking nonsense! You're the bad one! Your whole family is bad!"

Other leaves: "?"

A third leaf joined the fray: "Cut the top one, it's blocking the light!"

"I'm the face of the tree! Without me, what dignity does this tree have?" the topmost leaf retorted angrily.

Mu Zhixi gave an awkward but elegant smile: "...That's interesting."

The only green plant in the faceless school suggests worrying internal relations.

Mu Zhixi squatted in front of the tree, her face expressionless, but inwardly she began to seriously evaluate the situation.

All seven leaves have a strong will to survive; it seems it's time to mediate the family conflict.

If we cut everything out, wouldn't there be no conflict?

In the classroom, the player by the window had completely lost the ability to write.

While they were being tortured by the preliminary exam, they saw the guy who had been exempted from the exam squatting in the courtyard... studying the leaves.

Some people couldn't help but complain under their breath.

"What is she doing?"

"Cut the leaves."

"She's cutting leaves during our exam? Is that reasonable?"

Zhou Xiang slammed his fist on the table. "Looking around during the exam? Twenty points deducted!"

The player lowered his head, but after three seconds, he couldn't help glancing out the window again.

There's no way around it, the difference is just too big.

They were here analyzing their feelings about losing their names, while she was outside choosing which leaf to cut.

Same copy, different lives.

Cheng Xiaocheng saw it too, and she was devastated.

The pretty lady does have a job, and it seems to involve quite a healthy lifestyle.

Cheng Xiaocheng felt a pang of sadness, but quickly suppressed it.

The big shots definitely have their own tasks.

While it appears to be trimming leaves, it may actually be dealing with the core array of a replica.

Correct.

That's definitely it, it must be!

After writing half a page, Gu Wenzhou looked up and stretched his fingers, and saw Mu Zhixi in the courtyard.

The old man immediately perked up.

"She's touching that tree."

Gu Wenzhou: "Is there something wrong with that tree?"

The old man's voice became cautious: "There's only one living tree in the entire school. Do you think there won't be a problem?"

Gu Wenzhou looked over again.

A woman with her face covered in white feathers squatted in front of a tree, holding garden shears in her hand, hesitating to make a move, as if she were listening to something.

"Is she listening to the tree talk?" Gu Wenzhou's heart tightened.

The old man analyzed, "Perhaps it's communicating with something left behind by the school principal."

"Can you hear me?"

The old ghost remained silent. "I can't hear you. But there must be a deeper meaning behind what this being is doing."

Gu Wenzhou stopped writing.

The old ghost couldn't hear, but she could, proving that the other party's perception level was at least much higher than the old ghost's.

Gu Wenzhou's judgment of Mu Zhixi rose another notch.

In the courtyard.

Mu Zhixi had no idea that her simple act of cutting a leaf could be interpreted as deciphering the core of a defensive array; she was merely frowning at the noise from the seven leaves.

"Shut up, all of you."

The seven leaves fell silent. Mu Zhixi looked down at the blackened leaf. "Why did you turn black?"

The blackened leaf whispered, "Last night, a student buried their unfinished test paper under me."

Mu Zhixi: "Where's the test paper?"

The soil next to the tree roots shifted, and a corner of paper emerged.

Mu Zhixi pulled out the paper. At a glance, she could see that it was covered with questions and a few lines of messy writing.

I cannot repeat a grade.

I've given you my face and my name, why won't you let me go home?

Mu Zhixi stopped moving; this piece of paper clearly didn't belong to the player.

The paper has a lingering, old scent, likely left by students from a long time ago.

Turn the paper over; there's only one sentence on the back.

Don't trust the reputation of outstanding classes.

Mu Zhixi seemed to be deep in thought.

An outstanding class? She put the paper away, not in a hurry to deal with it.

You discovered the buried old exam paper.

[Plant Care Progress: 100%]

Mu Zhixi was stunned: "?"

Picking up exam papers counts as nursing care? This job has an unusually high degree of flexibility.

Seeing that she didn't cut the leaves immediately, the seven leaves became a little bolder.

The topmost leaf whispered, "Dear Nurse, could you please stop cutting us?"

Mu Zhixi couldn't resist lying, "The task requires trimming a piece."

The seven leaves wilted instantly.

The blackened leaves trembled precariously: "Then, then cut me."

The person next to them immediately panicked: "You were trying to get me killed!"

The blackened leaf's voice was even lower: "I'm black; I'll only drag everyone down if I stay."

Mu Zhixi heard these words and suddenly felt that they sounded familiar.

Low scores drag down the class, the back row drags down the average score, and even the leaves of a tree are taught to self-eliminate.

Mu Zhixi thought for a moment, then picked up her gardening shears.

Snap. What was cut off was the thick hemp rope that had been attached to the sapling.

[Plant Care Progress: 200%]

[My assigned tasks have been exceeded.]

[Comment: Such speed is unparalleled in the world.]

[Unusual Performance: Extremely Excellent.]

Mu Zhixi looked at the word "excellent" and pondered to herself.

The reward was simple, but upon reflection, she realized that she was now in a precarious position, and maintaining her performance bonus was equivalent to keeping her job.

This is very important.

Really!

The sapling's seven leaves all breathed a sigh of relief, with the topmost leaf even whispering a compliment.

"The nurse is so gentle, and she smells so good!"

Mu Zhixi feigned indifference, put away her gardening shears, and her voice returned to normal, as aloof and dignified as ever, "Stop fighting amongst yourselves."

The leaves immediately nodded, causing the sapling to sway wildly.

[Playing Value +10]

Current integration level: 18%

Mu Zhixi was taken aback. Could writing ideological education on leaves really increase one's acting skills?

The character of the goddess Ran is compassionate.

Is saving Ye Zi considered an act of compassion?

Mu Zhixi felt she had discovered a new way to boost her score.

In the classroom, the players from Class 7 witnessed her trimming just a tiny bit of the leaf edge, and the sapling suddenly shook violently, with all the leaves bending towards her.

When players saw this scene, the meaning was completely different.

Cheng Xiaocheng nearly broke her pen gripping it. "Brother Gu, Brother Gu, did you see that? That tree bowed to Sister Ran!"

Gu Wenzhou didn't turn around, but said in a low voice, "Write your paper."

On the podium, Zhou Xiang also saw the scene in the courtyard, turned his head and spoke fiercely to the whole class.

"What are you all looking at? They're them, they're not even on the same level as you. Do you even know what you're doing?"

"Do the exercises!"

The whole class: "......?"

This preferential treatment is ridiculous; we're all players, so why is there such a huge difference?