Thriller Trainee

For Zhuge An, the Ye Clan also has some records.

The most important of these is his origin.

Because of the Tai Chi gossip plate, many people have guessed that he was the student chosen by Gui Guzi.

At that time, Gui Guzi died, ten years later, the old ministry with him was also wiped out, and there are not many records.

No one knows what mission Guiguzi left for his students.

These are second to none. The most important thing is that no one thinks Zhuge An is a good person.

On this point, they and Zong Jiu's views are absolutely consistent.

Even if Guiguzi left the mission, Zhuge An was not like the kind of person who would be obediently obedient, and the vigilance of each force on him almost reached full marks.

This is probably not what No.2 can think of. The nine younger brothers who still wear the childhood filter in his eyes have already gotten acquainted with the two dangerous people he just said.

On the third day after talking to Fan Zhuo, the postponed monthly exam arrived late.

At the same time, at the same place, even the weather returned to its former blackness.

Under the command, the trainees moved the desks and chairs to the playground together, arranged in neat rows and columns, covering the entire playground.

The exam is about to come, and everyone's atmosphere is urgent and dull.

This time, it wasn't like fighting an unprepared battle like the last round of the test, but it was time to really look at the strength.

Zong Jiu saw through the window that the teaching assistants were clearing the playground, checking the desks one by one to see if there were any problems. Once a problem was found, he had to change all the desks and chairs.

The white-haired magician turned his head, his eyes swept across the class with a sense of oppression.

"The exam is coming soon, and I won't say more about it. This exam is not only about your own life, but also about the lives of the whole class of trainees."

"There are only four hours of examination time. The nine subjects plus the Mathematical Olympiad questions are definitely not complete. Just like our previous analysis, fill in the blanks first. Give priority to doing what you can, and it will take a long time. Yes, skip all."

Zong Jiu’s gaze stayed for a while especially on the trainees who had the lowest academic performance. “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. I did it."

Here we have to say the most bizarre subject politics in these nine subjects.

Taking politics class really hardened people's fists.

Although the values ​​of the duplicate world are a hundred times different from the values ​​of the normal world, it is the first time that it can be distorted like this.

In this world, science and technology are changing with each passing day, so sociologists and scientists began to explore how to maximize social productivity.

It is precisely under this utilitarian trend that new laws and new policies have been promulgated.

After consulting countless documents and observing countless experiments, people are divided into two categories by sociologists.

One is people who are useful to society, and the other is people who are not useful to society.

Experts firmly believe that people who are useful to society can show their usefulness to society from an early age, especially the test scores during the student period. They firmly believe that only with good academic performance and excellent progress, those who enter the university will be the pillars of this society in the future.

People who are of no use to society refer to bad students who are naughty and mischievous during their student years, do not study hard, and fight prematurely. This kind of person is a dregs of society even if they leave the campus, and they will not make a single contribution.

Gradually, with the passage of time, such ideas permeated all sectors of society.

As the recognized cradle of mankind, schools are naturally the first to bear the brunt.

Many extreme right-wing experts also firmly believe that those who are useless to society cannot create value even if they live, and it is better to die to add flower fertilizer to nature. Under the influence of this atmosphere, key middle schools and universities have come up with life and death contracts. As long as parents want to send their children in, they must sign life and death exemptions.

Parents naturally want their children to get ahead, and they don't even know what kind of **** they have sent their children to.

The mainstream social thoughts of this copy have also been faithfully recorded in the textbooks. Students trained under such circumstances will grow up to become supporters, thinking that the survival of the fittest is justified.

In short, the people in the politics class really have a heart attack, but for the sake of grades, they can only bear it.

Soon, the teaching assistant gave instructions for the students to take the exam.

At the strong request of the whole class, Zong Jiu reluctantly folded his hands with them.

"One, two, three, come on!"

After cheering up, Zong Jiu paid special attention to the 99th, who had been tutoring under him for 20 consecutive days.

Changed to other classes, the last few were faintly ignored. There are only nine classes, not only the atmosphere is good, but also a few countdown tutors every day.

It's just that the academic performance hasn't improved much, but it's really mixed. After spending more than a hundred days in such a **** copy, after only thirty days, revolutionary friendship has emerged. The other classes are very secretive about cheating, and I am afraid that these bad grades will affect me. Class 9 is a good one. Almost half of the students volunteered to help the countdown to cheat.

"Attention, the risk is too great, so forget it."

If you are caught cheating, you will directly record zero points in general subjects. It is indeed too risky. One carelessness will drag the whole class. After a long time of thinking, Zong Jiu came forward to stop.

"Don't be nervous, take the test well, just show your skills."

After all the other trainees went down, Zong Jiu specially encouraged No. 99.

Although he has been working hard for so long and has not been able to raise the 99th grade, this kid is indeed a good life treasure.

The academic performance is a little bit worse, but the relationship with the trainees in the class is inexplicably good, and he is tied with the league. It is said that there are several forces in the class who want to recruit Ninety-Nine after the dungeon is over.

This guy has been in an infinite loop for so long, relying on the identity of a free man to reach B-level. This shows that he has good talent and luck, and he is willing to endure hardship if he works hard. If he can survive from this dungeon, he can also be counted as a trainee of horror. Boil it out.

"it is good!"

On the ninety-nine, the ninety-eight was pulled, and the four or five students stood there and saluted the whole class playfully, "Do not disgrace the mission of Class Nine! Win glory for Class Nine!"

Ten minutes later, when all the trainees are seated, the exam begins.

Blank test papers were sent down from the front and spread flat on everyone's desks.

In the examination room, only the rustling of the pen nib on the surface of the volume could be heard.

[I don’t know how high the average score can be raised this time]

[Last time in the weekly test, the results almost doubled, which class is behind, it seems quite mysterious]

[Looking now, the seventh class of Tuyumen is a bit dangerous, and the ninth class of Magician is similar, but I personally think that class 8 is also possible, and class 4 is also very dangerous... These classes are all There are bright trainees, it would be a pity if they were eliminated collectively]

[I cut a channel to go out, wait four hours and then return to the live broadcast room to see the results]

Zong Jiuzheng immersed himself in hard work, suddenly noticed a shadow cast down.

No.1 I was dressed very formally today, perhaps because of my role as a director examiner, a black suit, white shirt and tie, and even a pair of gold-framed glasses pretending to be.

The flat-gloss lenses blocked his unkind vision, and only when the sky was shining on, the cold tones coated on the edges of the lenses could be seen.

Seeing the white-haired youth raise his head, the man casually pulled on his tie and glanced at him condescendingly, "I take the exam seriously, I have no answer on my face."

Zong Jiu didn't speak, and let the pen roll around his elbow, after fully expressing his disdain, he continued to lower his head to answer the question.

Although he wanted to answer no.1, don't dangle in front of me, but one of the disciplines in the examination room is that it is not allowed to speak.

Zong Jiu was not deceived by the devil.

......

Four hours passed faster this time.

"At the end of the exam, all candidates are asked to stop answering and wait for the invigilator to collect the papers in turn."

When the end of the exam came to the flag-raising platform, everyone stopped writing.

There was a class of trainees who were still struggling to finish a big science subject with one line short.

However, the next second, he cried out in pain. The pen in his hand flew out directly, the tiger's mouth tore open a hideous wound, and the viscous blood dripped dripping.

"On the 14th of Class 5, if the pen is not stopped after the exam is over, a penalty will be recorded, and the penalty will be consciously received within three days after the exam."

The playground was silent, with only screams.

No one cares about this little episode. The trainees' eyes follow the teacher who corrects the test papers under the flag-raising platform.

It only takes less than an hour for these thousand papers to be corrected, and the final list can be determined by then.

Every time the teacher sang a point, everyone's mind trembled.

This is a long wait and a tormented trial.

The silence and fear were infinitely magnified, and the heavy strain in the stomach made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Everyone's life is tightly compressed, only pinned on a thin sheet of paper.

The college entrance examination paper pinned the fate of every high school student, but this paper pinned his life.

Finally, the last paper also announced the completion of the correction.

The dean slowly walked away from the rising flag stand, took the red paper, and began to announce the top three in the class and the ranking of the class in turn.

The invigilator also handed out the finished papers.

This time Zong Jiu achieved overtake, climbing from fourth to third grade.

"The average score is first, class one; the average score is second, class three; the average score is third..."

The classes whose names were pronounced breathed a sigh of relief and high-five each other to encourage.

The more you read it later, the more tense the class whose name is not pronounced.

Recalling the tragic sight of dozens of people falling down during the first test, some trainees could no longer control their tremors in their seats.

Zong Jiu tilted his head and saw No. 99 leaning his head on the table with a frustrated expression.

This looks like a failed test.

It just so happened that the dean was announced to be eighth.

"The eighth place, class 9."

The trainees in Class 9 were all taken aback, and then they showed ecstasy and got up from their seats applauded.

"Passed, we are not the last one!"

"You kid, you can get through it like this. The monitor seems to give you tutoring!"

"For these dozens of days, I have been giving you supplementary lessons every day, and my head is bald. After returning to the dormitory, I have to invite everyone to eat together!"

They racked up the last few who had not figured out the situation and threw them into the air with a relieved smile.