The System In My Head
Ben became an exemplary student
Soon, the professor announces Ben and Charlotte as the competition winners. It didn't surprise anyone, except for a few people who were too smart for their own good, expecting Ben's team to be disqualified somehow...
Although shameless diviners tried to play chess with the gods...Ben won A guaranteed!
How rare is that? It's hard to get an A guarantee even as a married man!
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The other students still murmured in disbelief, despite not daring too hard for fear of provoking the anger of the poisonous dragon...
Sitting in the classroom, Charlotte's little face flushed red as everyone stared at them. He glanced at Ben and could not believe he was succeeding. 'He did it ... as he said it would ...' His chest and head were misty with mixed thoughts and feelings ...
While Ben? He experienced the pride of a champion. 'I'm the boss here now. From this moment onwards, I will have hot and cold on tap ... "
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Regardless of the outcome, his victory was not simple. He learned from pick ups that the best lines are not the most exotic but the most effective. What is most effective? The line that is best suited for every woman. In the context of competition, that is the segment that best suits market conditions and is opposed by competitors.
Ben's awareness that taking the concept reflects the principles in the class textbooks that allow him to formulate winning strategies. That's how he learned to see the world through the lens of his brain...
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All the other teams chose segments that were high in glam and short-term gains. At first, it helps them lead. But then, due to the high supply of companies and limited growth in their sectors, their profits stagnated. Meanwhile, Ben chooses an unpopular company niche and monopolizes it. It all depended on his mind chewing on the box ...
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Professor Tremblay talks to Ben and Charlotte. "Ben, can you say a few words in front of the class about your winning strategy?"
"Actually Professor, I've prepared PowerPoint..." Nodding to Charlotte, he stood up and lifted the pen-drive. At the same time, he glanced at Lawrence's group. 'It all starts with a pen drive, and it all ends with a pen drive. Once again, we have become cockroaches...'
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Ben is very good at using storytelling techniques...
His statement caused other students, including Olivia, to gawk once again. "He knew he'd win first?"
Ben wasn't sure he was going to win. He was just preparing a presentation just in case, but no one would know that, so he planned to look as cool as possible...
The 6th strategy of the novel: always perform at maximum speed even if you know nothing.
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With the blessing of the professor, he stepped forward to the front of the class. Inserting his pen drive into his laptop, he loaded his PowerPoint.
Knowing Ben's personality, the students who sat frowned, anticipating brutal insults, or even a video of the execution...
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When the first slide appeared on the projector screen, everyone's attention was fixed on the most barbaric part...
Terrible and disgusting font...Sans Comic...
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As for the rest, it was a breakdown of the class concept.
"That's it?" Many showed expressions of doubt...
Despite their dark thoughts, some students who still believed in the inherent goodness of humanity heaved a sigh of relief, feeling spared from execution ...
Seeing their reaction, Ben shrugged his shoulders. 'I'm a proper student before anything else. Education preferred...'
Ignoring them, he began his speech. In it, he not only explained his strategy, but also described his thorough understanding of textbooks and subject matter. His knowledge convinced everyone, so much so that even the professor's eyebrows were raised on his understanding.
That's not weird. Ben only skipped school for 3 weeks. This past week, using a stat gain multiplier, he was able to make up for it with a 10-week result. That meant he was now several months ahead of his classmates. What's more, the multiplier not only provides an acceleration effect but also increases motivation, allowing Ben to learn with full focus, something that normal students can't match.
Depending on who you ask, there is one other thing that can be debated, which is that Ben was smart from the start...
From the original statistics, knowledge is supreme for good reason. It was no coincidence that he entered NYU which was a high ranking university. While not a top-level Ivy League school, it's not far off, with the difference between him and the students entering that school being more on work ethic than book intelligence.
Ben is the brain that lives at home. He didn't participate in the club or flattering teachers. As a result, the college application is not brilliant, does not have the extracurriculars needed to get into the best schools, but the grades are very high!
Soon, Ben completed the first part of his presentation on theory. He then moved on to the tactical section, which would describe specifically how his group achieved victory in such a harsh field of contenders.
The students squinted as they observed the labels for their nine teams and the circular oval-shaped GIFs grouped under them...
"Why is the cut of all our heads on the slide?"
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Seeing the puzzled faces of the spectators, Ben explained what had happened. "This will be an animated re-show of the tactics my group used during the game."
Some students understand. "I understand. He would dive into the details, detailing how he passed the group one by one."
Next, something else appears in the middle of the screen—white hand of Mickey Mouse...
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They became suspicious again. "What's that hand for?"
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Ben raised his hand to calm them down... "Silent. It is just a buffer to make certain movements for better illustration. Tactics illustration..."
Nodding again, their tension eased.
"That's very impressive ..."
"I would also like more info on how he did that ..."
"No. Ill-favored. At all. All."
Ben pointed to the screen. "Let's start with how we beat the first group to move up to 9th."
Everyone is watching carefully. Despite the previous differences, after Ben's thorough presentation, everyone couldn't help but recognize him as the best student in this class. As a result, they believe that they can learn something from it. Everyone was staring at the screen, wanting to know which advanced marketing tactics he was using.
*Tamp*
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"What was that?"
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
"Why did that hand slap our faces?!?"
The expressions of everyone in the class became terrifying!
Mickey Mouse's hand hit every first team face Ben stepped on!
There are even comic book sound bubbles on the screen!
Worried they may not be clear about the fine details, Ben explains. "As you can see, the main strategy I use to secure victory in this game is an old-fashioned tactic from China..."
Some students cut back on their grin. They know China is famous for its ancient war tactics. There may be more than just anger at what Ben is trying to teach here.
He explains. "I'd better describe this maneuver by moving on to the next group. The name of this tactic.is facelap!"
*slap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
Nah!
Their faces became even more terrifying to look at!
What are the tactics of ancient war! From the start, this was truly an insult!
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Ben nodded, watching them appreciate his strategic insight. 'The dao of facelapping cannot be expressed in words, but it can be slapped...'
7!
*Tamp*
6!
*Tamp*
5!
*Tamp*
4!
*Tamp*
3!
*Tamp*
2!
*Tamp*
At that moment, a proud student from Olivia's group interrupts Ben to regain his pride. He grunts. "He spent so much time on it?"
Ben stopped the presentation and pointed at him. "Hey! You don't cut corners on quality, KEVIN!"
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He then pointed back to the slide. "Now, don't miss this. This is your fame for five minutes ..."
1!
*slap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
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After this deep tissue facial trauma.. some students wondered, 'If she was going to do that, what was the point of informational lectures in the first part?' Then, they realized it .. and their faces became paler. 'the loser tried to make us lower our guards! It was a night attack to kill us in our sleep!'
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The room was silent after all their faces were slapped clean. . .
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No one can say anything ...
After all, how could anyone speak?
