Let You Design the Copy, and You Design the College Entrance Examination?

I've seen something similar before, it's a world full of tricks, and most dungeon designers are tricks. Then the protagonist is about to die and signs a contract with a ghost to work for him as a dungeon designer. The first copy is the high school copy of the high school sprint, the second is the factory assembly line, and the third is the mortgage repayment. Later, when I entered the palace, I saw someone paying off the mortgage, so I stopped reading it. Unexpectedly, it was not updated.

**Chapter 1: The Dragon Kingdom's last hope is actually a question writer? ** Blue Star, horror is coming. Global rules are reshaped, and the national destiny copy battlefield is opened. Each country needs to select a "dream maker" to enter the Void Temple to build a copy to resist the invasion of challengers from other countries. If the copy is breached, the national destiny will be reduced and natural disasters will occur; otherwise, the national destiny will be prosperous and the whole people will evolve. Dragon Kingdom, in front of the live broadcast room, billions of viewers held their breath. This is the last hope of the Dragon Kingdom. The first three dreamers failed miserably one after another, the Great Wall collapsed, the Yellow River dried up, and the national destiny fell to the bottom. If they lose again this time, the Dragon Kingdom will face catastrophe. "It's out! The identity of the fourth Dream Maker has been announced!" The host's hoarse roar spread throughout the streets. The screen on the big screen turned and settled on a slightly thin young man. Lin Jue, 22 years old, is a fresh graduate of Jianghai University. He has no prominent family background and no senior design experience. There is only one dazzling line on his resume: he has ranked first in his grade for four consecutive years and is nicknamed "Kao Shen". "Are you kidding me? What we want is a master who can design S-class horror copies, not a fresh graduate!" "It's over, God will destroy our Dragon Kingdom! Let a student design a copy. Does he want to invite foreign players to do the Mathematical Olympiad questions?" "The one selected by Sakura Nation next door is a famous horror novelist, and the Bald Eagle Nation is a top game producer. We... We can only rely on this person to be the title writer?" Abuse and despair spread on the Internet, but Lin Jue knew nothing about it. In the Void Temple, the white light dissipated. Lin Jue looked at the majestic and cold black throne in front of him and the ball of light suspended in the air, looking a little dazed. "Time traveled?" Memories merge quickly. He understood his situation and felt the heavy, almost crushing burden of national destiny on his shoulders. "Dream Maker Lin Jue, please start building your copy." The system's cold voice sounded, "The current copy level: Novice level (can be upgraded to S level)." Lin Jue took a deep breath and glanced around. The material library here is endless and can embody any scene, monster, or rule. Some of the previous dream makers embodied the eighteen levels of hell, and some recreated the Resident Evil, but they all failed. Because in this strangely resurrected world, human beings are becoming more resistant to "ghosts", and pure visual terror and physical killing can no longer defeat those battle-hardened foreign warriors. "If you want to win, you must attack your soul directly." Lin Jue murmured to himself. He comes from the earth, a world without weirdness, but with another kind of "horror". That kind of terror, regardless of national boundaries or race, can make a seven-foot-tall man frightened, keep a young girl awake all night, and make people cry bitterly and doubt their life for countless late nights. Lin Jue's lips curved into a kind smile. "System, I want to build a copy." "Please set the copy theme." Lin Jue didn't hesitate at all. The fear of being dominated emerged in his mind, those piles of test papers, and the head teacher who was always peeking out of the back door window. He raised his hand and wrote four big characters in the void. **[Topic: College Entrance Examination]** "Parsing the theme... Parsing failed. The theme was not detected to contain supernatural elements, please select again." The system issued a warning. "Who said it doesn't contain supernatural elements?" Lin Jue sneered, "For those of you who only know how to fight and kill, this is called a dimensionality reduction strike." "Enforce it on me! Loading materials: five-year college entrance examination three-year simulation, Huanggang Secret Paper, Hengshui work and rest schedule, and... That man's mantra." "The copy is being generated..." "Copy name: "Five Years College Entrance Examination, Three Years Simulation"." "Dungeon Difficulty: S Level (Despair Level)." "Core rule: Knowledge changes your destiny. If you don't do well in the exam, you will die." ... The outside world, the live broadcast room. When the replica scene constructed by Lin Jue was projected onto the global screen, the originally noisy barrage instantly fell silent. In the picture, there are no rivers of blood and no ghosts seeking their lives. There are only small, depressing classrooms filled with books. On the blackboard, a countdown is written in bright red chalk: There are three days left until the college entrance examination. On the podium, a middle-aged woman (head teacher) wearing black-rimmed glasses and sharp eyes was tapping the table rhythmically with a triangle. "What the hell is this?" The Sakura Kingdom player looked at the screen with a confused look on his face, "Tables, chairs, benches? Books? Is this the Dragon Kingdom's defense method?" "Hahaha! I'm laughing so hard. Has the Dragon Kingdom given up on treatment? Are you trying to influence us by creating a school scene?" The Bald Eagle Country player laughed wildly, "My Berserker is already hungry and thirsty. Watch me chop down that podium with an axe!" However, the next second. In the copy, the class teacher pushed up his glasses, his gaze penetrated the screen, as if directly locking the souls of all the players, and his voice was sharp and harsh: "Our class is the noisiest in the whole building! I heard you guys talking in the office!" "The physical education teacher is sick, and we have math in this class." "What are you looking at? Is there an answer on the blackboard? Look at the blackboard! How many times have I told you this derivative question? Those who chose C, stand up! Go out and stand!" Boom! An inexplicable feeling of trembling from the depths of the soul swept all the foreign players instantly. In the Longguo live broadcast room, an audience member who had experienced the baptism of the college entrance examination suddenly burst into tears and typed a line of text with trembling: Damn... This sense of oppression... This familiar feeling of suffocation... Lin Shen, are you a devil? " "It's over, now the foreigner is really going to die in the sea of questions. " Welcome to class 2, senior high school. **Chapter 2: Hell Level Simulation Volume** The air in the classroom seemed to have solidified into glue, so thick that it was suffocating. The current sound of the fluorescent tube was infinitely amplified, like countless flies flapping their wings on the eardrums. "Start answering the questions now. " The voice of the head teacher, "Master Jue," was without any warmth. She pushed up her glasses as thick as the bottom of a bottle on the bridge of her nose, and a cold light flashed through the reflection of the lenses, "Remember, this is not only a test, but also a screening. In this examination room, ignorance is the biggest capital sin. " Yamamoto Ichiro, the chief onmyoji of Sakura Kingdom, stared at the test paper in his hand. His fingers were long and knuckles were white from exertion. As the most outstanding genius in his family for hundreds of years, he had been chatting and laughing during the Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts, but at this moment, facing this A3 paper full of Chinese characters, he felt an unprecedented trembling. The first question on the test paper is not to give you points, but to show off your power. **[Topic 1: Known function **f(x) = e^x - ax - 1**. ** **(1) Discuss the number of zeros of **f(x)**;** **(2) If **f(x) ge 0** is always true for any **x in R**, find the value range of the real number **a**. ** "What is this..." Yamamoto Ichiro's pupils shrank violently. Those symbols - e, x, a, in - were like some ancient and evil sealing spell, twisting and dancing in front of his eyes. He tried to use his spiritual vision to analyze the logic behind these symbols, but found that his brain was blank. "Seeking guidance... Yes, we need to classify and discuss..." These broken words flashed through his mind, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead and fell on the scroll, blurring the ink. When a le 0, f'(x) > 0, the function increases monotonically... When a > 0, the minimum point is at ln a... The tip of his pen was trembling. This isn't just math, it's a maze of logic. Every step is like walking on the edge of a cliff. If you are not careful, the logical chain will be broken, and you will be doomed. "Ah! ! " A scream broke the dead silence. The powerful man from Bald Eagle Country sitting in the back row, Bob, the strong man who could lift a tank with one hand, was holding his head and banging against the desk crazily. On his test paper, a big physics question exuded an aura of despair. **[Question 2: As shown in the figure, in the **xOy** plane, there is a uniform electric field in the negative direction of the **y** axis in the first quadrant, and a uniform magnetic field in the vertical direction of the paper in the fourth quadrant...** **(1) Find the radius of particles moving in the magnetic field; ** **(2) If the particles happen to not be emitted from the right boundary, find the value range of the magnetic induction intensity **B**. ** "Damn it! Damn it! Why is there so much power! Why do electrons turn! "Bob roared in collapse. The power he was proud of was useless here. He couldn't see the electric field lines, couldn't touch the Lorentz force, and those abstract vector arrows were like invisible daggers, cutting his nerves. "Quiet. " The sound of Master Jiejie's high heels suddenly sounded. She walked behind Bob and tapped the red pen in her hand lightly on the table, "This classmate wants to find the radius before he has finished the force analysis? If the foundation is not strong, the ground will shake. Ten points deducted. " As the red pen fell, Bob felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible hand had forcefully snatched away one of his ribs. That is the concrete feedback of the life points being deducted. "The next question is solid geometry. " The voice from the podium continued to pronounce the verdict. **[Question 3: As shown in the figure, in the four-sided pyramid **P-ABCD**, the base **ABCD** is a rectangle, and **PA perp** has the base ABCD...** **Verification: Plane **PAB perp** Plane **PBC**;** **If the size of the dihedral angle **A-PB-C** is **60^circ**, find the sine of the angle between the straight line **PC** and the plane **PBD**. ** Yamamoto Ichiro felt that his sanity value was falling crazily. Auxiliary line... Where is the auxiliary line? He frantically constructed a spatial model in his mind, trying to understand this square pyramid using the formation thinking of onmyoji, but the lines were intricate and complicated, as if they were the entrance to another dimension. "Build a system... Use the space vector method..." He murmured to himself, while the pen in his hand was doing crazy calculations on the draft paper. Vec{n} cdot vec{PA} = 0...... cos heta = rac{|vec{m} cdot vec{n}|}{|vec{m}||vec{n}|}...... Numbers dance, formulas mock. He felt that he was not doing the question, but was being annoyed by the question. Every miscalculated number opened a hole in his soul. "There's one hour left. " This sentence is like a reminder. There was an air of despair in the examination room. The shikigami from Sakura Kingdom was trembling in the corner, and the superpower from Bald Eagle Kingdom was foaming at the mouth. They have faced monsters and aliens, but they have never faced such a pure, logical, and unquestionable thing - **intelligence crushing**. Lin Jue stood in the void, watching this scene, with a cruel smile on his lips. "This is the daily life that students from the Dragon Kingdom have faced. He said softly, "You think power is everything?" No, in the college entrance examination copy, **problem-solving ability** is the only truth. " He snapped his fingers. The test paper turned to the last page. Final question. **[Question 4 (Derivative Finale): Known function **f(x) = ln x - rac{1}{2}ax^2 - x**. ** **If **f(x)** has two extreme points **x_1, x_2**, and **x_1 < x_2**, prove: **f(x_1) + f(x_2) > 2 - 2ln 2**. ** The moment this question appeared, the entire examination room space seemed to collapse. Yamamoto Ichiro looked at this question with tears in his eyes. He saw the bottomless logical abyss behind this question. It was a chasm that required extreme thinking, rigorous derivation, and a deep understanding of the beauty of mathematics to cross. "This... This is... The realm of God..." The pen in his hand broke with a snap. "Warning! Warn! Candidate Yamamoto Ichiro suffered a mental breakdown and his logical chain was broken. Judgment: Failed. " The cold voice of the system sounded, and then, countless test papers turned into white ghosts, baring their teeth and claws and pounced on Yamamoto Ichiro, submerging him in an endless sea of questions. "Next one. "Master Jiejie pushed up his glasses and locked his eyes on Bob.