Thriller Trainee

The screams and the whip breaking through the air still did not stop.

After losing the special props, the trainees are just mortals to be slaughtered.

Even for trainees who have a high degree of physical strengthening, the fetal flesh/body cannot transcend the boundaries of human beings, and is always under the control of the main system.

Gradually, the voice gradually weakened.

None of the ten trainees on the playground can stand.

Do not. It is no longer accurate to say "person". Because there were criss-cross wounds all over their bodies, the blood flowing out like a stream soaked the grass growing in the cracks of the ground into an unknown color, and there was no whole piece of meat on their bodies.

There was even a proctor with a whip and directly broke the neck of one of the trainees, and half of his head drooped down with a terrifying effect, exposing the pure white spine, and the spinal cord could not fall.

To be honest, this scene is really scary. In particular, the trainees are still tortured alive. Even if they pass out in a coma, their bodies will still twitch and roll due to the pain, making the scalp numb.

After nearly ten minutes of such unilateral abuse, the dean waved his hand.

The teaching assistants stopped their whips. At this time, most of the trainees on the ground had already exposed most of their skeletons, with only air coming out, not air coming in.

Such a miserable scene, even the experienced B-level trainees sitting on their seats could not help but tremble.

Even if it encounters a terrible ghost, it will be killed in one blow. Few horror dungeons will directly use torture methods on trainees.

To be reasonable, even if you really want to die, most people are more willing to choose a lighter death, rather than such tortured, no resistance to humiliating death.

"Throw them into the sinkhole."

The dean of instructors glanced at these unskilled trainees indifferently, "It could have given them a good time, but it is a pity that these people have spoken badly and tried to disobey the school's rules and regulations."

"I only scored a dozen points after the test, enjoying public resources but not doing anything. Living is a scumbag. Today, even if it is for the people to eliminate harm."

"Listen well. In No. 1 Middle School, students with poor studies are not eligible to survive. Our school resolves a large amount of garbage every year, which has been unanimously commended and recognized by the state and society."

[Oh, what do you mean by poor study and not qualified to live? What disgusting values ​​are these?]

[Damn, as long as you live long enough this year, you can see all the monsters and monsters in the infinite copy, absolutely]

[I thought that the last time the S-Class kept the poor in the sewer's dungeon was disgusting enough, I didn’t expect this dungeon to be even better...Can the dare score determine a person’s contribution to society? I'm really Resby, hold my fist. jpg]

[This copy is really scary, even scarier than those ghost copies, I **** it]

[Ten B-level trainees are too miserable, I really would rather die in the hands of ghosts...]

On the playground, the director still talked about it.

"Our school is a century-old school with a long history. It is an honor for all students to study here. In the next 120 days, we will conduct four large-scale exams. They are divided into the first monthly exam. , Midterm exams, third monthly exam and final exam. This does not include weekly quizzes without penalty."

"Only students who have passed these four exams can get the graduation certificate for this semester. The student who gets the first class in each exam is the class leader before the next exam."

The trainees in the audience were very clear in their hearts.

The final exam was set on the 120th day.

As long as they can survive until noon that day, they can be free.

According to the grading standard of this copy given by the main system before, it is not even necessary for the trainees to carry out the risky challenge. In this weird, unreasonable copy of the card, the overall ranking obtained determines the evaluation score that the trainee can get in the next round of rating.

There are really no trainees to think about this at the moment. It's good to survive, but Xiao wants to get academic results?

Among them, he specifically refers to the Imperial Sect of Learning Waste. He has already lost his face and feels that it is imperative for him to fall to the S-level this time.

Just as everyone was thinking about it, the dean of teaching threw down another deep-water bomb/bomb.

"...In this final exam, dozens of grades are eliminated. In the next monthly exam, we will rank ten classes based on the average class score."

"The lowest-ranked class will be punished by all punishments!"

At this moment, all the trainees showed an expression of disbelief.

Rank by average!

what does that mean? This means that ninety-nine students in each class must advance and retreat together. As long as one person does not study well and drags the class back, it is very likely that he will be punished with the whole class.

This is not a punishment for playing a house or a penalty station! It's a battle of life and death!

Thinking of the tragic situation of the ten trainees who were unable to fight back, everyone felt fear in their hearts.

Because since this rule was announced, everyone's life is not only in their own hands, but also in the hands of other students in the class!

The rules of the main system directly disrupted all the clearly divided B-level trainees from the original forces, and turned them into ten different camps that were reorganized.

The classmates in other classes are no longer colleagues or friends of the same organization, but serious competitors.

In the face of life and death, no amount of friendship is useful.

[Is this sick, just eliminate a class from the next monthly exam? 】

[A class is a total of ninety-nine B-level trainees! Said to be eliminated and eliminated? That's right]

[Yeah, what if a class with S-level trainees is eliminated? I'm already shaking]

[What kind of hell-level dungeon is this, I'm a mother, if someone in the class drags down and lowers the average score, wouldn't the whole class have to be buried with him? 】

Among the trainees in the ten classes, the tenth class had the most intense reaction.

Two of the top ten are in the first class. The first place in the tenth class is only in the twelfth grade, which is naturally a big gap with other classes.

They comforted themselves, "Don't be afraid, where can I see so much in the first test, we may still be able to rush to it after 40 days of study."

"That is, don't extinguish your own power and aspirations to others."

"Yes, this is a desperate thing, we can't counsel ourselves first."

......

Immediately afterwards, the dean announced the end of the exam and the news that classes would start as usual in the afternoon.

So the trainees got up from the playground according to the instructions, moved the tables and chairs back to their classes, and started preparing for class.

The classroom has neatly posted the daily school schedule of No.1 Middle School in the fall.

There is no breakfast, lunch or dinner on the timetable. Obviously, the main system is a version of the schedule that is specifically adjusted according to the trainees not needing food.

Read one class in the morning, four classes in the morning, four classes in the afternoon, and two self-study classes in the evening. From afternoon school to evening self-study, there is a period of time for students to freely arrange activities for daily washing; the evening self-study originally has three sessions, and the third session is also used for students to arrange freely, which is full of arrangements.

Among these classes, the most active atmosphere is none other than the ninth class.

After all, when he was just in the playground, the adult directly named him as the head teacher of Class 9.

With the opportunity to get no.1 personal guidance, all the B-level trainees in Class 9 are honored. Of course, except for Zong Jiu.

After returning to the class, before the teachers came back, the trainees in the class chatted with each other one by one.

"Our class teacher turned out to be that adult!"

"My God, it's such an honor!"

"I didn't expect that this time he would personally participate in the copy."

Zong Jiu listened to the side and found that these trainees were also very quick to enter the drama. This has already begun to be commensurate with our class. This is really a very good phenomenon.

However, Zong Jiu was a little uncomfortable listening to them all the time, so he decisively interrupted the discussion of these people.

"Did you get zero points in your politics?"

Everyone was silent.

They haven't figured out what kind of attitude they should have toward the magician, but they think that the other party is the first in the fourth class after all, or the squad leader appointed by the teaching director, and the devil is optimistic about the potential stocks. Think about the rules and regulations of this school. Maybe everyone will have to beg for money under the monitor before the next exam. Nobody can save face, so they answered.

"Yes, my politics is basically full, and the result is also zero, which is really outrageous."

Another trainee with student number ninety-nine trembled: "I'm almost full, too. Damn, I can write the political part of this paper, but I didn't even get a point, almost... ..."

The school number ninety-nine means that he is ranked last in the class. It is indeed stepping on the line of life and death, almost falling into an adult grade and ending up with dozens of students.

"Oh, the next exam will be ranked by class."

Everyone was anxious and couldn't help smiling bitterly, "If it's better than the others, I don't know how many years have passed since we graduated, and we have to come back and learn the content of high school again... It's a crime."

"Yeah, let alone the content of high school, I don't remember anything in the real world."

Thinking about being enemies with friends and colleagues in the past, everyone felt a little dull in their hearts, "In the past, when we were in an infinite loop, we always acted in small teams. The team and the organization were all born side by side and dead brothers. How can I think of this time. .....Ugh."

"Don't think about it so much."

Zong Jiu frowned, "There are still thirty days, everyone is on the same starting line. No one can tell what will happen by then."

"Will you choose to give up and give up your hope of life to others?"

There was silence in the classroom.

This sentence is sharp and sharp, but it is also true.

People are selfish, even if they can't bear it, they will still move forward.

But there is still a thorn in dissatisfaction, "This is just a test. How much gold do you think your number one can have? Don't wait until the next monthly exam and you will be kicked out."

"Oh? I'm sorry, even if it's a rough test, you have only tested more than 50 people. If you can, you can show me the first one next time?"

The man choked immediately.

"Since I am the squad leader, put my words here first."

The white-haired magician crossed his hands and said in a cold voice, "For the next forty days, I don't want anyone in our ninth class to drag the whole class behind."

"From now on, no matter whether you are willing or unwilling, which organization you come from, what a powerful means of life-saving. Now those are not important, we are a line of grasshoppers."

"Adults, times have changed, and test scores are the only indicator and discrepancy."

"of course--"

Zong Jiu dragged his voice, "If anyone dissatisfied with my class leader, either he will pass me in the next exam, or he will have a fight in the woods after school. If I can't beat me, all will shut up and obey me."

The class fell silent all of a sudden, showing excitement one by one.

When Zong Jiu was surprised that they were unexpectedly well-behaved, he suddenly realized something and slowly turned around.

The black-haired man with a book was standing behind him, his slender figure leaning slightly.

The cold hands were placed on Zong Jiu's shoulders, and the coldness seemed to soak through the blue and white school uniforms, directly spreading to the skin surface, and the cold was in the bone marrow.

"Very good mobilization speech, but let me remind you."

He smiled and said: "Private fights are strictly prohibited on campus, and offenders will be recorded directly."