Thriller Trainee

As soon as no.1 appeared, the classroom was suddenly silent.

Instead, the barrage screamed louder.

[Real-name envy of the ninth class student oooooooo, I also want to have such a class teacher]

[Ah this... No matter how fanatical worship is, you don’t have to, do you want to enter this hell-level copy? 】

[Laughing so hard at me, brother upstairs, so direct]

[Come on, those who can be selected into the horror trainee competition are all big guys. It is good for us rookies to watch the live broadcast between the horror dungeons. What do you think]

Originally Xian Zongjiu was still speaking harsh words here, trying to establish his prestige as the squad leader.

To be reasonable, if it hadn't been for this dungeon to engage in such an insidious collective mode, Zong Jiu wouldn't be concerned about these nosy matters. When he was in the psychiatric hospital dungeon, a newcomer dared to be a lone wolf; the deserted village dungeon could only go deep into the enemy camp after getting the inner ghost card. When it comes to fear, he has never been afraid, and has always been rebellious.

But now it's different. In case one of the trainees in the class loses the chain, the whole class will be the unlucky one.

Zong Jiu didn't want to be dragged down at all. He didn't know any of the B-level trainees in the class, but these people together can control your life and death, and it feels very uncomfortable. If their class really had a few hindrances, and they would get involved by that time, Zong Jiu would be mad at him without even needing an NPC to do it.

So to sum up, for his own sake, Zong Jiu also had to give the classmates a stance to stabilize people's hearts, so as not to lose the chain during the next exam.

As a result, when Ma Wei was halfway down, the head teacher came. The feeling of turning back at that moment is indescribable, and it is almost a dream of the kind of fear that the head teacher would stand behind when he turned back on the phone when he was a student.

Zong Jiu silently stepped forward and broke free of the hand on his shoulder.

He noticed that although the other party was wearing a suit, his hands were again wearing those white gloves. But even with so many layers of cloth covering, it can't dissipate the chill on the opponent's body.

Reminiscent of seeing the criss-crossing scars on No.1's hands in the dormitory of trainees, Zong Jiu was thoughtful.

The devil seemed to be indifferent to his indifference.

He shrugged, turned his head and walked to the podium, "Ready to go to class."

no.1 Who dares not to give orders?

Ninety-nine trainees, you look at me, I look at you, and immediately turned back to the seat.

No one dared to interrupt.

They smelled something wrong from the weird interaction between these two people.

Zong Jiu was about to pick a position in the last row of the classroom, but as soon as he walked back, a smile came from behind him.

"The squad leader should lead by example and sit in the first row of the class."

So the white-haired young man's feet just stepped out, he turned his head and turned a corner, and turned into a direction facing the devil, steadily pulling apart the first row of seats and sitting down.

Sit and sit, who is afraid of whom!

Zong Jiu stared back unwillingly.

From a demon's point of view, the pale pink eyes are as round and fierce as a cat stepped on its tail.

As if being pleased, the man let out a chuckle in his throat.

When the other trainees saw this scene of them, they were all unabashedly shocked in each other's eyes.

Even the barrage is refreshing.

[No, don’t you think this adult’s attitude towards the magician is a bit strange...]

[I also found out that I was a bit deliberately targeted before, and of course I also had a sense of targeted just now]

[What I said upstairs is wrong. Although there is a sense of targeting, how can this feeling be so strange...It's not a hostile life and death, I can't describe it, but there are contacts, even if I have to say something It's kind of subtle... um]

[Positive answer, I always feel that the atmosphere between them is at odds with each other, but others just can’t get in the atmosphere between them]

[Indeed, that’s how it feels, but think about it, at the beginning, the devil expressed his appreciation for the magician in full view. Could it be that the magician behind agreed to the night clan’s solicitation and felt that he couldn’t make it through. So...? 】

[Can you stop guessing, how many times will I say, don't try to guess the psychology of this adult. In my opinion, adults think that magicians are more interesting and fun]

......

No.1 Teacher Nan is not only the head teacher of Class 9, but also teaches biology classes for the whole year.

For the first lesson, the book hasn't been sent yet, and the devil is not going to teach them.

After everyone was seated, one admirer finally spoke boldly, "My lord..."

The slender piece of chalk rolled around on the white gloves, leaving behind an inconspicuous circle of dust.

The man's expression was slightly unhappy, "Call the teacher."

The admirer seemed almost to knelt down on the spot, shaking his whole body into a sieve.

"Ms. Nan and Nan."

The devil nodded indifferently, "For the next 120 days, I don't want to hear anything other than the word "teacher" from your mouth."

"This is a copy world of the horror trainee competition. It is not an infinite loop, nor is it a trainee dormitory. I am an NPC, your head teacher. But this does not mean that you can be superior in these ten classes and win without fighting. ."

These words can be described as very harsh and merciless.

It not only expresses the identity position, but also contains explanations.

Many trainees suddenly realized.

It turns out that the permissions of No.1 are different from them. Ordinary trainees need to enter the dungeon, but No.1 can act as an npc.

This rhetoric is enough to explain why from the first game, no matter it is the trainees or the barrage, no one has seen the trace of No.1.

In addition, the trainees also made up their own brains to play the NPC.

The role-playing mode is divided into three categories: low, medium, and high. The low-level role-playing mode is like a deserted village copy, just giving a normal card or an inner ghost card the identity is hastily.

The ID card of the moderate role-playing mode will give a character, and the trainees need to act in accordance with the character given by the ID card.

The high-level role-playing mode is the most difficult. It not only needs to avoid the danger inside the copy, but also needs to combine all the information given by the ID card to perform a perfect role-playing. Once the npc detects that something is wrong, it is likely to affect the direction of the next copy.

Now that no.1 says so, everyone has acquiesced that what he was holding was a role-playing npc identity card.

NPCs have the limitations of NPCs, and trainees also have the limitations of trainees. Since it is a roleplay, it is also in the copy, so naturally it cannot be favored.

The classroom was a little dull for a while.

Even if no.1 is their head teacher, it can't bring any direct effect.

There was a perplexed fear in everyone's heart.

This is only the first monthly exam, and an entire class will be eliminated. What if it’s a midterm exam? How about the second monthly exam? What about the final exam? In the end, how many B-levels can there be who can stay on the school playground and successfully pass the collective copy?

The devil said lightly, "The next monthly exam will be 30 days later. I hope you won't let me down."

A short sentence directly mobilized the depression in the previous class.

The B-level trainees lifted up their spirits, and all of them said in unison, "Yes!" They almost overturned the classroom roof.

It seems to them that being able to let this grown-up not be disappointed is the goal they have strived for throughout their lives.

For this kind of battle, no.1 is not surprising at all, and even some lack of interest.

However, this lack of interest is very difficult for other people not to come out, and it is very subtle in Zong Jiu's eyes.

The white-haired youth sitting in the first row pouted his lips without a trace.

That's an exaggeration. I don't know what kind of ecstasy the devil is pouring these trainees into, one by one, like the Death Eaters worshiping Voldemort, they can't wait to rush up and kiss the toes of his black leather shoes, screaming mylord.

In summary, blindness can be cured.

......

"Number one."

Just as Zong Jiu was thinking, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the podium, "The first in class, you will analyze the biological volume of this test."

Zong Jiu, who won a total of less than 25 points in a single biology subject: "..."

With so many nouns, even the book hasn't even been published to let people read them. Who can tell one, two, three, four?

Zong Jiu grabbed the paper and stood up with hatred.

If his eyes could kill people, he felt that the devil had been cremated by him and sent to the crematorium thousands of times.

In this class, no.1 asked a total of three questions, and Dian Zongjiu answered three times in total.

He was lucky to pass the first two times, and the third time he was fined to stand because of an incorrect answer.

Now, even if other trainees are blind, they can see that the devil is simply picking the magician's sting.

[Gan! Miserable, magician, miserable]

[I am now finally able to be sure that whether it is admiration or percussion, the magician has received the only special attention of this adult over the years, whether this is luck or misfortune]

[Could it be that the magician has accepted the invitation of the night clan and is ready to become a half-vampire? Alas, if this is the case, then the magician might really anger no.1]

[Demon is watching you, magician, you have to be careful...]

When the class finally came to an end, the whole class suddenly stood up, bowing and shouting goodbye to the teacher.

Only Zong Jiu did the opposite. The old **** was sitting on the ground again, dragging me from two to eight hundred thousand, and I was indifferent and indifferent.

The devil didn't care about it, instead he picked up the book he hadn't opened, and slowly walked off the stage.

Everyone's eyes followed the man's movements.

He walked up to the gray-haired youth and knocked on the table.

Zong Jiupian didn't raise his head, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

He couldn't help the devil. After experiencing the dungeon of the deserted village, the devil did not know why he had stopped killing.

After abandoning the life and death at the beginning, the two of them turned out to be exceptionally elementary school students. You and me, but both of them are both grudges and retributions.

In the gasp of other people watching him openly disobey the adult, no.1 put the biology lesson plan on the table in front of him.

The devil's voice was playful and ambiguous for no reason.

"After the evening study is over... don't forget to come to my office."

After the black-haired man disappeared at the door of the classroom, the trainees in the class erupted in exclamation.

They looked at Zong Jiu incredulously, "You just disobeyed that lord!"

"And still blatantly rebelling against the tune! Oh my God!"

Thousands of words come together into one sentence, that is--

How dare you do this! do you know who he is? ! He is a man who has stood at the top of an infinite loop for not knowing how many years!

The style of the painting is similar to "Do you know what you refuse? What you refuse is the love of a god!" Some fight.

Zong Jiu really felt that as long as he encountered the devil, the low-level trainees would be fine. It's just that these high-level trainees are just like being cast down, like bamboo shoots after a rain, with strange flowers popping up one by one.

"Oh."

The white-haired young man said indifferently, "We are in the dungeon now, the devil is playing the teacher, and I am a student. Trainees and trainees can't fight each other. In the long run, you can't kill each other in the trainee dormitory. It’s the same until the end of the game."

"Except for our class being wiped out in the next exam, can he kill me?"

"That being the case, he can't kill me, why should I be afraid of him?"

other people:"......"

For a while, I felt that these remarks were very reasonable, and I couldn't refute them.