Thriller Trainee

how can that be? ! !

Seeing the shining "S" and "F" above the white-haired young man's head, silence swept like a tide.

Don't talk about Zong Jiu, even the others are dumbfounded.

[The audience who watched the live broadcast of Brother Jiu came and said that the S-level evaluation may be because in the dungeon, he reached some unknown relationship with Zhuge? And after a hammer hit the perverted doctor behind, Ah Jiu took the sheep along and passed the S-level item in the copy. In summary, I feel that it is okay to take an S-level? 】

[Fuck, this white-haired guy got an S-level prop? What's the matter, what did I miss, dazed. jpg]

[What what? S-level props? ? When you said this upstairs, I suddenly felt that he had no problem with the S-level evaluation of the main system, and suddenly choked.]

[...It's terrible, are the newcomers so fierce now (the melon in my hand falls off)]

After all, from the perspective of God, the barrage can know more information.

When they suddenly realized, new problems emerged.

[No, now I know why he can get an S-level evaluation from the main system, but why did the instructor give him an F? 】

[To be honest, I also want to ask this question... It’s impossible to get S from the main system, it’s so low here, it’s obviously not justified]

[@一楼 That young lady who watched the live broadcast]

[Come here, here I am. Uh, I'm thinking about the issue upstairs too, but if I have to say it, I feel that it may be because A Jiuyi smashed the npc to death (no mercy). After all, it is an unwritten rule not to hurt the npc in an infinite loop, maybe The instructor gave a low score for this? Thinking]

[It's also possible that the boss of Zhuge helped him. At that time, the boss used S-level props to block the space in the ward, who knows what happened]

The barrage was not open, and the discussion in the studio hall became more and more intense.

The exorcist said exaggeratedly, "F-rank, good fellow, did this kid provoke his mentor?"

The nine thrones were silent. Even No.6, which had always been yin and yang strange before, looked like thinking.

So far, no one knows who the ‘mentor’ in the main system is. But according to their previous inferences, since the mentor evaluation and the systematic evaluation are almost the same, this also shows that the mentor evaluation and the systematic evaluation have a certain consistency, otherwise they will not be so close.

But now, the "F" grade evaluation received by the white-haired youth has broken everyone's usual cognition.

The psychic said coldly: "It sounds like the instructor is like some kind of supreme being. It's interesting. Is it possible that the main system can still be cultivated to be refined?"

Everyone thought it was a witty remark, but the black-haired man who had been sitting with his eyes closed lifted his eyelids and pressed a cold sentence.

"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to be refined."

Others: "..." What does this mean? It sounds so **** cold.

They remembered that Zhuge was in charge of the Tai Chi gossip plate in the East. When it comes to spirits, it might actually involve human expertise.

They squeezed a cold sweat, and said very contrary to their intentions: "Ahaha, Brother Zhuge is really humorous."

Zhuge said secretly, everyone had forgotten the previous discussion, and the highest point became as calm as stagnant water again.

Instead, the person sitting on No. 2 turned his head and glanced at him for unknown reasons.

The voice at the top level paused for a while, but the bottom was still noisy. Even though the re-rating of the entire E-level trainees has ended, the focus of everyone's discussion is still the newcomer who has taken the polarized evaluation, and continues to glance at it from time to time.

"This is really dramatic, who knows that it will end up like this, it's a shame."

"Yeah, I thought there was a dark horse that could kill the arrogance of those old people, alas, I didn't expect it..."

People are half hypocritical, but their faces are full of schadenfreude.

"Let me just say, they are all newcomers like us, how can they have such a great ability, it is possible to cheat if it is not good."

"Indeed, you see that he looks more beautiful than a woman. Maybe the instructor has seen his true face before giving him an F grade."

......

Among the whispers, the only one who remained unmoved was the one who was at the center of their topic.

Zong Jiu stood there, looking down at the green badge on his chest, the big "C" on it was particularly eye-catching.

The main system gives an S-level evaluation, the instructor gives an F-level, and if you take the middle value, it will be a C-level, no problem.

This round of elimination is F-level, F-level needs to enter the punishment dungeon, so Zongjiu is still a level up, even a little more than E-level.

It's just that Zong Jiu is a little unhappy now.

Anyone who tells you that you got a full score of 100 points in the exam, and finds that you are less than 30 points after the test paper is issued, you will definitely be in a bad mood, right?

His complexion remained unchanged, and the people beside him did not dare to say anything, only dared to look secretly one by one with his eyes.

After the incident just now, the newcomers seemed to have a subtle estrangement from him, and no one dared to come up and talk to him.

With the passage of time, the main system has also been reassessed to the A-level boundary. Everyone's eyes returned to the scene in the studio.

Prior to this, only one red S-level had appeared in the entire hall.

Fortunately, the excellent A-level trainees did not disappoint. Nearly ten out of less than two hundred people had red letters on their heads.

By the way, the evaluations these people get are all that the mentor evaluation is higher than the main system evaluation. There are several main systems that only give A or B grades, but the instructor also generously gives S to show encouragement.

Looking at it this way, Zong Jiu felt more and more that he was being targeted.

Mentor evaluation.

He muttered these words in his heart, lost in thought.

This instructor definitely gave him an F grade on purpose.

But when Zong Jiu followed this logical clue to search in his mind, he was stunned that he could not find a corresponding existence.

After much deliberation, in the first solo show, the most mystery was Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu never came back alive, but this person left Zong Jiu with countless mysteries, which was impressive. The most suspicious death is so easy, top-heavy, as if being cut off suddenly, without any following.

As for the other doctor who seemed suspicious...Anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu came back in revenge, and as guessed, he would be deducted points if he injured the NPC.

But despite this, Zong Jiu also felt that his hammer was worth it, to eliminate harm for the people, and to make a steady profit without losing money. Besides, he cares about what an NPC is doing, anyway, he will not see him in his life without the copy.

Therefore, the root of the problem still surrounds Sheng Yu.

While Zong Jiu was meditating, the S-level reassessment was also completed.

Without exception, the throne slipped down, and the one above his head was called a red sunset. Until the end, it was no.9 and no.10 that really exchanged positions. The upper seat has not even changed, and the lower level has no usurpation.

In fact, the higher you go, the smaller the range of power changes. For high-level trainees, their strengths are not much different from those predicted by the main system. Only when they are thrown together in a sufficiently difficult dungeon, can they easily draw the distance, otherwise the scores will be very tight.

[The second round of grade selection is over, the next is the time for the position change of the trainees]

Zong Jiu slowly followed the crowd, ascending two steps from the E-level ladder to the C-level ladder.

The hall was noisy. Regardless of whether they were promoted or not, the faces of trainees who had not fallen to the F level were full of joy.

At the same time, the contrast is the people with purple badges on their bodies. They looked depressed, cried and cried, and were hysterical.

[The punishment dungeon is being opened...]

After the trainees of other levels got their positions, the F-levels, whether they wanted to move or not, were forcibly transferred by the main system, and disappeared into the studio hall out of thin air.

Now the lowest level of the entire hall becomes E. While E-level trainees were rejoicing that they had escaped, they also began to worry about what to do in the next game. If they didn't advance in the next dungeon, the eliminated F grade in this game would be their destiny visible to the naked eye.

[Forced transmission has been completed]

The cold system reminder resounded through the hall.

[The second round of copies will be opened three days later, and random copies will be distributed according to the results of this grade classification. It is strictly forbidden for trainees to privately exchange information obtained by grade advantages or conduct trading transactions. Once discovered, severe punishment will not be taken]

Intelligence refers to the advantages of trainees of different classes.

Zong Jiu had heard the gossip before. It is said that the S-level trainees can know the background and venue of the next dungeon in advance, and the high-level S-level can even choose the dungeon by themselves, and the authority is beyond imagination. The more advanced trainees, the more information they can learn, so that they can make more preparations in advance. But C-level trainees like them can only smear their eyes and leave it to their fate.

According to the post-match settlement of Zong Jiu's current C-level trainee status, he can only get two thousand survival points.

If his hand is injured in the dungeon of horror, even if it is broken or more severely injured, it can be restored with one key with just five hundred points. But the injury of Pian Zong Nine is brought from reality, so according to the rule of infinite loop, the points have to be doubled by five times.

In addition, Zong Jiu was a bit greedy. Since the infinite loop provided this condition, he wanted to strengthen his hands by the way. It would be great if he could return to his highest level as a great magician.

Trainees are now divided into elderly and newcomers, and the strength and experience of the two groups have been greatly separated. After the screening of the first copy, the main system should provide them with a platform that will not allow the newcomers to stagnate or widen the gap. After all, the purpose of the system is never to send the newcomers to death. It is the survival of the fittest.

While Zong Jiu was pondering, the main system revealed the schedule of activities to be carried out during the three days between the dungeons.

[In order to give newcomers more opportunities and to promote the feelings of trainees, during the intermission of the two copies, a special scene will be opened in the north area of ​​the trainee dormitory: Las Vegas Casino]

[Practices can participate in various activities in the casino during these three days and earn more survival points]

[Survival points can be exchanged for some special items in the casino's limited-time shop, or directly strengthened to improve the survival rate of the next instance]

There was an uproar in the hall.

Undoubtedly, this "Las Vegas Casino" opened in the mouth of the main system is a precious opportunity for every newcomer. It also has a fatal attraction for the elderly.

Because in the infinite loop, the only way to obtain special items is the horror copy, and the probability of the output quantity is still pitifully low.

But now, the main system directly gave them a way to redeem items for survival points, and many old people who were short of items on their hands were gearing up, wishing to rush into the casino now and have a good time.

Just when everyone was in a heated discussion about Las Vegas. Suddenly, there was a chilling voice from the upper level.

Gradually, this voice came and went one after another. As a result, in just a few seconds, the entire lower-level newcomers stopped discussing one by one and looked up suspiciously.

Behind the throne at the highest point, someone hummed an eerie and untuned song, and the toes of their leather shoes stepped on the endless darkness that swarmed up.

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, is it what I guess! Is that coming?]

[Ah ah ah ah, he is here, he is here, the man who made me want to go through the list of live broadcast rooms for a day is here]

[This should be the first time I saw this person’s true character except for the video on the forum at the time, alas, I’m complete]

he came.

The man wore a neat black suit with half-length black hair tied behind his head. The bow tie of a white classic shirt was neatly folded. There was a red rose covered with dew and budding in his chest. There was a golden pocket watch in his pocket. The cold chain hangs down, graceful and noble, concealing the madness inside, seeming to be waiting to be dressed up for a grand palace ball.

His face was cut by a red gold chandelier into several distinct pieces of light and dark. The bright, clean and flawless, perfectly resembles Gabriel, the most proud of creation under the seat of God, the seraphim; the dark one seems not to look straight into the abyss, as deep as the cold and twisted fallen angel Samael in hell.

This face perfectly blends the holy divinity and the maddening demon, with a child-like look, and possesses the terrifying and terrifying power of the devil. There is no disobedience in life, but fear and surrender.

He walked step by step, each step making the darkness behind him even more two minutes, and beyond his slender fingers, the transparent silk thread flew and spun and fell into an invisible space.

Everyone is watching him.

Countless survivors have undisguised enthusiasm in their pupils, and their heads hang down like worshipping.

[Welcome to the scene, no.1]

The system speaks plainly.

no.1!

The newcomers exchanged shocked eyes with each other, watching the man slowly sit down on the highest and most central throne.

"Yean, everyone."

no.1 The voice is low and low, and anyone with a discerning eye can hear the lightness contained in it.

He clasped his fingers and pressed his white gloves in the air, and the studio really followed his instructions, and the audience fell silent.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Just a moment ago, he could feel a tremor in his back, as if someone was scribbling across him inch by inch with the viscous and sharp sight of a viper.

Familiar eyes.

A bold conjecture emerged in his mind.