Thriller Trainee

The more Zong Jiu answered the questions without hesitation, the more curious Teacher Nan, who had been secretly poking and following him, became more curious.

As a full-year biology teacher, these days No. 1 not only watched the show by himself, but also manipulated the puppets to wander around in various classes to watch the show.

Since Fan Zhuo and Zong Jiu will exchange information in private, it is of course impossible for people in other classes to sit and wait with clues in their hands. For example, the class 5 and class 10 leaders who advocate making the countdown of the class all become faceless trainees. Squad leader, there are several other classes of the neutral wait-and-see group.

None of these small movements can be hidden from the eyes of the devil, and he is happy to see how the trainees are struggling to survive from this hellish copy.

no.1 dangling in front of his eyes, Zong Jiu didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, ink was spit out from the pen, and he ran across the test paper smoothly.

Although I tested the results of this test with a tarot card, the cards showed that Class 9 was a surprise and passed the test safely.

Of course, even if he holds the winning ticket, it does not mean that Zong Jiu will drop the chain on the spot.

On the contrary, in order to increase the average score of the class, he did not do too many questions these days, relying on his good memory, and even memorized a lot of standard answers directly. When encountering similar subjective questions, he copied them according to the gourd drawing. Go up.

Soon, in the silent silence of the audience, the time came soon.

[This time I don't know which classes can meet the standard, I'm so nervous! 】

[Me, me, me, me and me too! These days, I’ve been in different classes, and there are two other classes that didn’t meet the standards.]

[Wuhu, I just care about the grades of Class 9, can anyone tell me something]

[Hahahaha I also like Class Nine, Class Nine just stepped on the line last time when I did the problem by myself, so it’s more dangerous, can you live it all?]

[Blessings, I really like the atmosphere of Class 9 and I hope they won’t be annihilated]

Soon it will be time to correct the test paper.

Sitting in the position on the ninety-nine, restless.

His face rose to the color of pig liver, and he raised his hand tremblingly, "Teacher, can I go to the toilet? I was nervous before the exam or exam, I drank too much water and wanted to pee.

puff.

His voice sounded in the silent playground, everyone could hear, the original serious atmosphere was swept away, and everyone laughed.

Trainees do not need to drink water or eat, but generally everyone will drink some water even if they don’t eat the inferior canteen of No.1 Middle School. In order to stay up late at night, make a cup of hot water or make some coffee, etc., it is seldom not dripping.

But like the 99th, it is really rare to hold back urine because of drinking too much water.

The dean of instruction glanced contemptuously at the student number on his chest and refused to answer.

The assistant teacher standing by said coldly, "If the class needs to be sentenced after the results, and you haven't come back, we will let you die."

This intimidation could not be said to be unintimidating, causing other trainees who were also thinking about it to shrink back.

At first, everyone wanted to test whether the way of urinating can buy a life time, no one dares to be silent now.

On the ninety-nine, there was a shiver on the spot, "Yes! I will be back as soon as possible."

After speaking, he trot all the way to the teaching building, clutching his pants/crotch, looking really anxious.

On weekdays, the 99th is not the first time to lose the chain. The trainees of Class 9 did not say anything after they laughed. On the contrary, the Tuyumen of Class 7 raised their hands to go to the toilet, and they went there one after another. A few poor students.

In the examination room, poor students bear more psychological pressure than excellent students. Whether a class can cross the line depends not only on the breakthrough of the top students, but also the performance of the poor students.

No one paid much attention to this episode.

Only Zong Jiu looked at the distant back on the ninety-nine, and withdrew his gaze nonchalantly.

Finally, about a quarter of an hour later, the results came out.

When the results were announced, the trainees in Class 9 gritted their teeth one by one, with the enlightenment of generosity on their faces.

One week before the mid-term exam, four faceless trainees appeared in the grade.

After the expiration of the middle school exams, at least one faceless man appeared in all classes except Class 1 and Class 9. Especially in Class 5, there were three in total, and they suddenly rushed to the upper middle and upper reaches of the ranking.

The dean is announcing the scores according to the average score.

The classes that passed were all cheered.

"Six hundred and fourteen points, class seven!"

Class 7 was taken aback for a moment, and applauded one after another.

Someone murmured, "If our class hadn't been the first to have a faceless man, this time I would definitely have to be dragged down by no.10."

"That's... I can avoid it this time, can I avoid it the next time? It's an S-class dignified, and I can't teach it no matter what.

Their whispers didn't mean to cover up at all, almost all of them reached the ears of Tu Yumen at the end of the line.

Although it was an S grade, the life of Tuomimon was not so easy. The trainees in the class dared not say anything to him.

Fortunately, he has a good personality. Even if he is not a leader, he can entertain himself, and he can never give up on himself. What he says to other people is that he doesn't listen to the eighth scriptures. Although he is a scumbag, he will study seriously.

None of the lamps that can become S-class among the thousands of horses are fuel-efficient lamps, not to mention, they must have encountered life and death danger in the horror copy. If this small amount of pressure can knock them down, then Tuyumen might as well just abdicate and let Xian forget it.

After seeing this scene, Zong Jiu touched his chin, thinking that he could consider bringing this no.10 into the group.

To be cautious, go back and test again with the Tarot cards later.

"Six hundred and seven points, class two!"

......

Now the scores read out have reached a little bit in the early sixties, and the faces of the trainees in Class 9 have been pained.

With such a small score gap, it is difficult to have another miracle. The score reported will only be lower than six hundred and seven. Who knows if it will be exactly five hundred and ninety-nine?

But there are still at least three classes that have not reported their scores. Some of the trainees in these three classes even started chanting Amen with their hands folded.

"Six hundred and two points, class 9."

Class 9!

The trainees in Class 9 looked at each other one after another. After a second of silence, there was an overwhelming cheers. They stood up and applauded, with a sincere and relaxed smile, which attracted many people's attention.

In so many classes, no other class has this cheering atmosphere, and the class leader of Class 5 even took the lead and sneered, "What's so cool, that you can escape for a while, and you can escape for a lifetime? It's always the next monthly exam."

In stark contrast to the joy of Class 9 were the frightened and frustrated faces of the other two classes.

Among them, one of the ten classes has always been good with the fifth class monitor.

The monitor of Class 10 is now shaking with his desk and chair.

Their class originally did not have the top ten in the grade. Later, they counterattacked. After the appearance of the Faceless Man, conflicts and disagreements occurred in the class, which led to a decline in academic performance. Now everyone regrets that their bowels are all blue.

The other fourth class was even worse. Last week, a faceless man appeared and pulled up the score. It is estimated that the trainees in the class have relaxed a little. Unexpectedly, someone made a mistake in this mid-term exam, and immediately pulled that point up again.

The trainees of these two classes stared at the dean standing in front of the podium, looking forward to the final miracle.

It is a pity that the dean of instruction put down the blank paper on his hand.

In an instant, their blood coagulated.

"The above is the class that met the scores of this mid-term exam."

"The next monthly test will achieve an average score of eight hundred points. Please prepare for each class."

"Next, please evacuate the unrelated person from the playground and start execution immediately."

All the trainees gasped, and even the barrage couldn't believe it.

[Wipe, what's going on with this collective copy, is it really going to kill everyone]

[That shouldn't be enough, I saw the copies of the trainees of the other levels next door upstairs, but they all have a chance to survive]

[I saw it, but with all due respect, I really can’t see where there is a way out for this copy of the school]

[Oh, there will always be, but after all, this is a collective copy... You know, the main system's purpose is to remove people, even if they find a way out, they will definitely be reserved for a small number of people. , This copy is doomed to be impossible for all members to survive]

The average score is eight hundred!

What is this concept? The total score is only 1150 points. After excluding those deaths and deaths, the total score is 100 points. The total score of eight hundred points is almost equivalent to a score of more than 120 in language, mathematics, and English. .

Again, for trainees who only need to study for three months, this is undoubtedly difficult.

Many B-level trainees even covered their faces and wept on the playground. The look was filled with despair.

This copy is too long, such a high degree of fear and oppression is enough to obliterate the minds of most people.

They spend so much time learning high school knowledge that is completely useless to them, just to save their lives.

Despair enveloped the playground.

......

After the irrelevant people were evacuated from the playground, no one was in the mood to watch the tragic scene on the playground this time.

After experiencing it twice, such a scene has numb everyone.

Screams and cries of pain, untuned tearing sounds one after another.

Zong Jiu returned to the classroom, gave No. 99 a look, and the two walked to the corridor one after another.

With the hidden voice below, they propped up in the corridor and began to talk in a low voice.

"How is it?" Zong Jiu asked.

"The place is locked. There is no one, but I can't get in."

On the 99th, shook his head, "They only open the door when there is an accident with a student, and then sweep the corpses in with a broom like taking out the garbage."

The 99th said hesitantly, "It's just...when I stand outside, it feels cold inside."

Cold?

Thinking of Tu Yumen vowing to say that this is not a ghostly alien copy, Zong Jiu's eyes flashed with deep thought.

Of course, this kind of professional matter has to be seen by a professional person. If possible, he has to flick the Tu Yumen over to take a look.

The white-haired young man bent his finger and tapped on the railing without hesitation, "Before the second monthly exam, we must enter the sinking pool once."

There was a sentence in the diary that the girl left behind. On July 4, she said she had found it, and it was next to the sinking pond.

This sentence has no beginning or end, but it has aroused Zong Jiu's attention.

The first few pages of the diary are unfortunately wet, otherwise you can get more clues.

There must be some clue in the sinking pool, pointing directly to the key to the entire copy.

However, what is annoying is that on weekdays, the sinking corpse pool is built downstairs in the teaching building, and it is locked with iron gates. There are also teaching assistants who are guarding the rotation. Only during the exams will the assistants walk away. On the 19th, urinated in the public.

Fortunately, they still got some precious information.

The only thing they worry about is how they should open the locked door outside the sinking pond and how to avoid the assistant teacher's eyeliner. Before that, they have to bring a psychic boss such as the Tuyumen to the site to investigate.

If you just look at the daily classes arranged by the usual school, the sinking pool is almost guarded against death, and it is difficult to find a gap.

Fortunately, this opportunity did not make them wait too long.

In the first week after the mid-term exam, No.1 Middle School suddenly announced that, in response to the call for the comprehensive development of Dezhimei, the teaching office decided to allocate a whole afternoon to host a basketball match final.

After hearing this news, Zong Jiu's eyes flashed.

The opportunity is here.