Looking at Jiang Wangzhi's deflated expression, Gu Zhaozhao finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
She laughed so hard on the bed that she rocked back and forth.
"Hahaha!"
"Wangzhi, this batch of freshmen is impossible to carry; they aren't following your script!"
Jiang Wangzhi collapsed back onto the bed with a despairing look.
She pulled the quilt over.
And covered her head.
"Just let it all end."
"This world is beyond saving."
After laughing and fooling around for a while, the topic finally turned to business.
"Right, Wangzhi."
Gu Zhaozhao put away her terminal and leaned over the bed guardrail to look down.
"How are you preparing for tomorrow's Mental Power re-test?"
Jiang Wangzhi's muffled voice came from under the quilt.
"What is there to prepare? We test if we test."
"Then what level is your Mental Power?" Gu Zhaozhao asked curiously. "Your tactical reactions are so fast, and you can instantly process the attack data of so many Star Beasts at the bottom of the pit. Your Mental Power must be really high, right?"
"It has to be at least an A+, maybe even an S!"
Jiang Wangzhi pulled back the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes.
"I don't know."
Gu Zhaozhao was stunned.
"You don't know?"
"You are already eighteen, and you don't even know your own Mental Power rank?!"
In the interstellar era, the Mental Power test was a basic screening that every citizen had to undergo at the age of twelve.
This determined whether they could pilot mechas in the future and engage in high-precision data processing work.
An eldest miss from a top financial conglomerate like Jiang Wangzhi— actually didn't know?
Jiang Wangzhi could only bite the bullet and lie.
"I used to... have no interest in these fighting and killing things."
"I did take the test, but I didn't care about the results."
"It's been too long, I forgot."
Actually, the original host definitely knew.
But when Jiang Wangzhi transmigrated over, her brain suffered an impact.
The original host's memories regarding her obsession with the military academy were very clear, but her memories of her own detailed data were extremely blurry, as if they had been pixelated.
Right now, she truly had no idea what her actual level was.
Gu Zhaozhao shook her head, looking puzzled.
"The world of the rich is truly hard to understand."
"Don't worry, though. Based on your performance on the Desolate Star, it definitely won't be low."
Jiang Wangzhi's heart tightened.
Absolutely not!
Don't let it be high!
She pressed her hands together and prayed devoutly toward the ceiling.
Heavens bless me.
In my past life, I was just an ordinary wage slave who stayed up late every day reviewing matches.
Where would I have any Mental Power from the interstellar era?
If I could win, it was entirely thanks to a professional player's game sense and eyes.
It had nothing to do with Mental Power whatsoever!
Just give me a D!
As long as my Mental Power is a D, combined with my E+ physical fitness—
Even if I got ten thousand points on my tactical exam, the school would never keep me!
Double good-for-nothing!
This was the most perfect formula for getting expelled!
...
The next day.
Two in the afternoon.
Main teaching building, third-floor testing center.
All the first-year freshmen gathered here.
The line was very long.
In the center of the lobby sat ten huge silver-white metal instruments.
They looked cold and icy.
Resembling large hibernation pods.
Students lined up and walked up to them.
They placed their hands on the sensor balls and then put on helmets connected to countless pipelines.
The corresponding Mental Power rank would pop up on the screen.
Ranging from the lowest F to the highest S.
The testing speed was fast.
The line kept moving forward.
"Gu Zhaozhao."
The proctor held the roster and called out a name.
Gu Zhaozhao took a deep breath and stepped forward.
She put on the helmet.
The machine emitted a low buzzing sound.
Five seconds later.
A blue light lit up on the screen.
【Mental Power Rank: B+】
"Not bad," the proctor nodded. "Above average. You can be a substitute in the Mecha Department or go to the Logistics Command."
Gu Zhaozhao was very happy.
She was originally just an ordinary person, so being able to get a B+ already exceeded her expectations.
She took off her helmet and ran back to Jiang Wangzhi's side.
"Wangzhi, it's your turn!"
"Relax, you'll definitely be higher than me!"
Jiang Wangzhi swallowed hard.
Her heart was beating wildly.
"Jiang Wangzhi."
The proctor's voice rang out again.
The originally noisy lobby instantly quieted down a lot.
Countless pairs of eyes snapped over uniformly.
The tactical first place in the Desolate Star assessment.
The legendary hidden big boss.
Everyone wanted to see just how heaven-defying the Mental Power of this genius, who played General-class Star Beasts in the palm of her hand, could actually be.
Even Han Zheng in the distance wore a cold face, staring fixedly this way.
Withstanding the gaze of the entire audience, Jiang Wangzhi walked forward with a numb scalp.
She stood in front of that huge machine.
Her palms were full of sweat.
Heavens bless me.
It must be low.
It must suck.
The trashier, the better.
Jiang Wangzhi reached out and pressed her hand onto the cold sensor ball.
The proctor personally helped her put on the helmet.
"Get ready."
"Close your eyes and clear your mind."
"Begin."
The proctor pressed the start button.
A slight mechanical meshing sound came from inside the machine.
Immediately after.
A weak sensation of current passed through the helmet into her brain.
It didn't hurt.
It was just a bit cold.
Jiang Wangzhi chanted frantically in her heart: D-rank, D-rank, or even an F would do...
One second.
Two seconds.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds passed.
The machine, which usually produced results in five seconds, had still not responded today.
The people in the lobby began to whisper.
"What is going on? Is it stuck?"
"The boss's Mental Power is too strong, so the machine can't calculate it, right?"
With her eyes closed, Jiang Wangzhi also began to panic inwardly.
Is this lousy machine of such poor quality?
Is it going to explode?
Right at that moment.
The testing instrument suddenly emitted a long hum.
Immediately following that.
An extremely eerie gray light abruptly lit up on the screen.
Not the gold representing high-grade.
Not the blue representing mid-grade.
Much less the red representing low-grade.
But rather grayish-dusty, like a ball of mist that couldn't disperse.
Standing in front of the screen, the proctor's originally calm expression instantly changed.
His brows furrowed tightly together.
His eyes stared fixedly at the data jumping on the screen.
As if he had seen something completely incomprehensible.
Jiang Wangzhi took off her helmet and looked at the teacher's expression.
Her heart suddenly leaped with joy.
This expression!
These brows!
It's in the bag!
The data must be so terrible that even the teacher has never seen it before!
Jiang Wangzhi eagerly leaned closer, her tone carrying undisguised wild joy.
"Teacher!"
"Am I especially low?"
"Is it an F?!"
Quick, tell me!
Read that embarrassing score out loud quickly!
The proctor slowly turned his head.
He looked at Jiang Wangzhi, who was full of anticipation.
His expression was complicated to the extreme.
He remained silent for a very long time.
Before speaking in a tone that was bizarre to the extreme:
"Jiang Wangzhi."
"Your Mental Power..."