The data that Wen Wen ntioned was made up on the spot, betting that this Containnt Item wouldn’t know the information of other students.
He wanted this composite printer, to give up printing exam papers in the school himself, rather than forcibly destroying part of its obsessions with strength and then capturing it to the Sanctuary.
However, what he said, although sowhat exaggerated, was not baseless.
Although Yellowstone Middle School has a high advancent rate and many students enter prestigious schools, those who greatly develop are basically on par with general schools, and even slightly inferior.
Students are humans, not machines. Pressures beyond their endurance might make them grow quickly in the short term, but in the long run, it damages their potential.
Many educational institutions’ favorite phrase is, don’t let your children lose at the starting line, and many parents believe this firmly.
Indeed, life is a race where different starting lines exist.
But this race is more like a marathon, not judged by whose starting line is higher, nor who runs faster at first, but by who can run the longest.
In the first half of the marathon, if all energy is exhausted, one might lead briefly, but in the second half, others will overtake them.
Therefore, the Federation has been advocating for reducing the students’ burden in recent years, which Wen Wen considers a very good trend.
However, this so-called burden reduction does not exist at Yellowstone Middle School at all, and this massive printer constantly keeps students under high pressure.
So once they leave Yellowstone Middle School, removed from the supervision of this composite printer, most start to play wildly.
Though not as exaggerated as Wen Wen ntioned, the data read is still sowhat shocking.
The printer paused for a long ti, with all sorts of clattering noises echoing from within, right before a response was about to co, Wen Wen suddenly added a sentence.
"I know what you want to do, but imposing your thod on students is a massive burden."
"However, you don’t have to change, I have here a batch of ’problem students,’ they have extrely strong resistance, allowing you to conduct your exams at will."
"Think about it carefully, turning those ’naughty’ ones into useful talents for society, isn’t that better than ruining students here?"
After hearing Wen Wen’s words, the composite printer shook more violently, emitting a crackling noise.
Wen Wen knew that those obsessions were debating within its body.
So Wen Wen took out a clapper, started tapping a rhythm, and described the monsters in the Sanctuary.
"Let talk about my Sanctuary, where seven or eight hundred poor unemployed youths are held, who need..."
Wen Wen did not actually know how to speak rap verses, and didn’t have a fixed rhythm, but accompanying the clappers, it sounded quite rhythmic.
Under Wen Wen’s continuous verbal onslaught, the composite printer suddenly fell silent like a dead thing on the ground, finally bringing peace to the vicinity.
Wen Wen raised an eyebrow, released a chain, wrapped it around the printer, and gently pulled it into the Sanctuary.
Once this thing entered the Sanctuary, it was at Wen Wen’s rcy, Wen Wen entered the Sanctuary, went to the warehouse, grabbed a cart, and brought the printer out.
Afterward, Wen Wen pushed the printer and took it for a tour around the three-story building. Initially, the printer was very quiet, but once it understood what was confined in these cells, it beca uneasy.
But by this ti it was already aboard the pirate ship, having no power to resist; several attempts all ended up being suppressed by Wen Wen’s backhand.
When he ca in, Wen Wen ntioned having those problem youths with imnse tolerance, now these fellows all looked ferocious.
"As it is said, education knows no class distinctions. These poor little guys, due to their upbringing, have embarked on the wrong path, how could you not lend them a hand?"
"Educating them to beco moral exemplars is better than letting them out to harm innocent, kind-hearted kids, right?"
The printer violently shook once, showing disagreent with Wen Wen’s words, but now its opinions no longer mattered.
After showing it all the inmates, Wen Wen pushed it to the second floor of the Sanctuary, near Nivea’s containnt shop, granting this containnt item certain permissions.
This way, it could use its privileges to monitor and grade the monsters’ exams.
But attempting to make these monsters do endless test papers all day like it did with students was nearly impossible, Wen Wen would only allow it to prepare one set of test papers per day for them.
The best scorers receive rewards, the worst punished.
Wen Wen thought himself quite benevolent, not excessively exploiting those monsters.
However, for the monsters, days of ease ended today; initially, Wen Wen only posed questions during free ti, now there would be daily exams.
Furthermore, Wen Wen placed no restriction on how many questions a test paper should have...
In the Sanctuary, utilizing the Cataclysm Prison’s strength, Wen Wen observed how the composite printer engraved test papers.
Although not all obsessions originated from teachers, teachers still ford the majority; representatives from other fields were present as well.
By summarizing the experiences of these people and blending with several sets of question-making logic, upon hearing requests, swift on-site question preparation was possible.
Although one might see these parts as a printer, its computational speed far exceeded that of a general computer.
Witnessing test papers print out one by one, with translucent brains attaching to them, Wen Wen smiled in satisfaction, then connected to the Sanctuary’s broadcast, and his voice echoed in every cell.
"Scum in the cells, rejoice, celebrate, your lord shows great rcy, henceforth I will cease making exam questions for you."
After he finished, many less-than-calm monsters cheered loudly.
However, so who were captured into the Sanctuary by Wen Wen previously showed drastic facial changes, instinctively sensing trouble.
Wen Wen showing kindness to release them was impossible!
...
Wen Wen cheerfully exited the Sanctuary, the monsters’ transition from happiness, to puzzlent, to ultimate despair and agitation amused him greatly, quickening his pace.
With the extra fun concluded, he should join the group tour for two more days; according to the itinerary, they should now be at the Polar Oceanarium, engaging closely with so marine life.
Yet, upon his arrival at the Polar Oceanarium, Wen Wen sensed no tourist presence.
His face twitched a few tis - that fellow Sifumo probably got lost again, where did he take everyone?
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