At Zhang Dongzhe's insistence, in the end, Peng Zhen did not sell his position, but he told Zhang Dongzhe to give up his position to the latter if he drew a better position. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Dongzhe did not refuse Peng Zhen's kindness, he also attached great importance to this visualization class, and if he could sit in a better position, it would also be quite beneficial for visualization.

Speaking of which, according to the rules handed down from the Novice Academy, it is said that in the visualization class, a lot is drawn and the seats are determined according to the number drawn, rather than according to the ranking of strength, which is said to be more effective.

Moreover, although the number drawn by everyone corresponds to the seats in the Hall of Heroes, the latter is not fixed, but is in charge of the fixed managers in the Hall of Heroes, and is constantly adjusted randomly.

It is precisely because of this that before entering the Hall of Heroes, no one knows which student has drawn the better seat, and even those novice students themselves do not know which position they have drawn.

"Okay, let's start the lottery, everyone look at it, this is the lottery number issued by the college, it hasn't been opened yet, I'll open it now, and then everyone will come up to draw lots one after another according to the ranking, to ensure fairness and justice......" After waiting for a while, the counselor suddenly came in from outside, and then walked up to the podium and said loudly.

"It's not bad, it's really not a ghost!" Seeing this scene, Zhang Dongzhe couldn't help but nod secretly.

"Of course there are no ghosts, even if you draw a higher number here, it will be randomly assigned to the hero hall, maybe it will fall behind, so there is no need to make ghosts, according to the rules handed down from many years ago, that is, 'everything is fate'!" Peng Qi on the side said with a smile.

"Everything is fate? It's quite interesting! Hearing this, Zhang Dongzhe couldn't help but be stunned.

Speaking of which, since Zhang Dongzhe entered the extraterritorial battlefield. I haven't heard similar words, and even in the original plane, I have heard relatively little, and in the previous life, the Chinese people still paid more attention to fate, the most common is the statement of the eye, and many merchants will mention this aspect when selling goods. In addition, there are 500 times of looking back in the past life in exchange for a passing shoulder in this life, and a hundred years of repair with the boat to cross the millennium to sleep together, etc., in short, although most of the people at that time did not believe in fate, but when the fate came, they would be desperate to pounce on it, and it looked very contradictory, but the word fate was indeed an important spice in people's lives at that time, indispensable.

But fate is such a thing as science and technology. It will gradually fade, and finally it will become the magic weapon of the business, soliciting customers, peddling goods, etc., but it will make the fate that should be very solemn become everywhere, and it will be rotten all of a sudden, and over time, people will no longer pay attention to the so-called fate, and the more developed science and technology. The more so.

It is precisely because of this inherent thinking that Zhang Dongzhe never imagined that he could hear the statement of fate in the extraterritorial battlefield.

"Boss. I'm number 13 in Zone A, what number are you? "The lottery process is very fast, everyone is not an ordinary person, one after another stepped forward to draw lots, the efficiency is still quite high, and it didn't take long for Peng Qian and Zhang Dongzhe's turn. As soon as the latter drew the lot, he ran to Zhang Dongzhe and said.

"I'm No. 369, Zone A." Zhang Dongzhe looked at his signature number and read it out in a low voice.

"Alright, boss, I'll see if the situation is exchanged when we enter the Hall of Heroes." Hearing Zhang Dongzhe's signature, Peng Zhen firmly remembered it in his heart. Then, like the other students, he put away the lottery he had drawn, returned to his seat, and waited for the call of the vice president.

After about twenty minutes, the counselor finally received a new instruction and hurriedly beckoned the novice students in the class to go outside.

The vice president was waiting outside, and when all the novice students of the three classes from 1673 to 1675 were assembled, he still didn't say anything, just faintly turned to the left, where stood hundreds of senior students, they were different from the novice students who were in a hurry, although no one was in a whole line, but they still stood straight, just like well-trained soldiers, and the novice students competed with them and made judgments.

Seeing this, Zhang Dongzhe couldn't help frowning slightly, he vaguely guessed the vice dean's thoughts, the other party must have felt that it was useless for novice students to enter the hero hall and assign seats, but they couldn't violate the rules of the novice academy, so they could only let the little snake club and other forces in the school make some small moves in private to "make up" the losses caused by the stubborn rules of the academy.

"Looks like you'll have to be careful later!" Zhang Dongzhe secretly thought that if the vice dean really supported those senior students, he and Peng Zhen's next behavior was likely to anger each other, and as the vice president of the novice college, it was very simple to beat the two novice students.

However, if Zhang Dongzhe is asked to give up, then he will not be reconciled, because during the novice academy, there are only three chances, as for waiting until the senior year to go back and buy seats, it is a long time later, and no one knows what the difference is, since the rule of the novice academy is to use up these three opportunities for visualization classes in the first year of freshmen, it must have a deep meaning, and Zhang Dongzhe does not plan to miss it.

Just when Zhang Dongzhe was secretly calculating, several classes came one after another in the square where everyone was, and then the vice president waved his hand and took the lead in walking forward.

"Boss, these classes are the previous classes from 1670 to 1672, and this visualization class is also their first visualization class, and the subsequent visualization classes will also be with us!" Seeing that Zhang Dongzhe noticed the new classes, Peng Yu hurriedly explained in a low voice.

"Yes!" At this time, Zhang Dongzhe basically understood that the rules of the novice academy should be one session every two or three months, and the novice classes formed during this period will be counted as a visualization class together, and then a batch will be formed every month or so, and three classes will be formed, namely the strength department, the agility department and the intelligence department, and the maximum number of students in each class is 100 people, and the three classes will be together when taking a big class: "In this way, there should be an average of four classes to the Six Realms of students every year, and the total number of visualization classes is also between 12 and 18 sessions. Why are so many seniors desperately squeezing in? ”

"......" was speechless about Zhang Dongzhe's question, and Peng Qian on the side was also speechless.

However, it is meaningless to say that at this time, no matter how many senior students join in, it will not have any impact on Zhang Dongzhe and Peng Zhen, the two novice students who do not plan to give up their positions, and the two of them followed everyone to chase after the vice dean and move forward silently, keeping a low profile as much as possible and not showing any limelight, so as not to cause any bad consequences. (To be continued.) )