Three lines of text slowly appear, then slowly disappear.
Next is a room with an extremely luxurious environment, an expensive leather sofa placed in the middle.
Sitting on it are men and women dressed elegantly, clearly wealthy at a glance.
Each face is pixelated, and even their voices are modified into electronic audio.
"President Dawson, this is Student Shaw who scored sss earlier, but she thinks she's above everyone else. When she heard about the two million membership fee, it's as if we offended her uncorruptible noble soul, she tore up the application form directly."
"I know you feel the rules are unfair to you; Z Country is controlled by the consortiums, their descendants will continue to wield power, and some ordinary people, no matter how hard they try, can only be sacrifices to the rules."
"Yes, my ancestors spent their entire lives to stand in this position. If I have to coexist with ordinary people in the Elite Society, wouldn't that waste their efforts?"
