Thriller Trainee

In fact, in such an intense study, suddenly announced what basketball game would be held, seven classes throughout the year are not happy.

One afternoon is completely enough for them to write a set of papers to correct one answer and then concentrate on explaining the wrong question again.

There are only 30 days in total, and one less afternoon is the hope of racing against time. No one wants to waste this time on the Rauchi basketball game.

But this time, I don’t know if the Education Bureau or where has imposed a rigid rule, it is necessary to take pictures and videos, and there will be senior leaders from outside the school to inspect.

When this news came, the faculty and staff of the entire No.1 Middle School were in a tense preparation stage.

Not only the weeds on the playground were all cleaned up by the teaching assistants, they even dragged a large paint bucket and drew out a basketball court on the playground forcibly.

Occasionally when get out of class is over, the trainees watch from a distance as a bucket of paint splashes down on the playground, covering up all the blood that used to flow on it. The reddish brown looks like old viscous blood, and the dark green looks like rancid. The corpse oil, the white dividing line is even more ironic than it can be.

Not only their companions, but the playground has dried up with the blood of not many people.

But now, just in this way, the guilt has been covered up, except for the clues of the dilapidated and yellowed letters, no one remembers the old bones.

"There will be three games in the basketball game the day after tomorrow, including substitutes, and each class will have three classmates."

At noon, Teacher Nan, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, rarely came to the classroom to perform the duties of the head teacher.

Among so many classes, only class 9 is the most relaxed, because in addition to class time, they don't even spend much more time with the class teacher than other classes. At any rate, you don't have to be stared at by the Faceless Man's head teacher all the time, and you will feel more comfortable.

The man ignored the scorching eyes of worship from below, and said in a calm tone, "The superior leaders will come down to inspect, and all students who are not participating in the game must sit around the playground to watch. Everyone must dress neatly on that day and hold their heads high. Nothing is allowed. If the teaching aids such as papers and teaching aids are inspected by the teaching assistant, they will be directly penalized."

This set is the usual routine.

As long as there are leaders of the Education Bureau to inspect, the face-saving project will be done immediately, and the students will be tortured in the end.

"The whole basketball game has a record of the photography team of the Education Bureau. Later, it will produce a promotional video for the comprehensive development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor. The school means that students with outstanding images in each class will actively sign up and participate in the final evaluation. Give priority to these classmates."

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole class of trainees, including the barrage, silently cast their sights on Zong Jiu who was sitting in the first row.

The magician who became the focus of his sight inexplicably:?

[Fuck, I just laughed to death, the magician is the recognized class flower! 】

【Do not! It's a school flower! My prprpr]

[Don’t say it, who doesn’t want to watch the white-haired beauty play basketball, think about it, the pale and thin body is hidden under the wide basketball uniform, but it is full of explosive power, awsl]

[In this cold, infinite world without a trace of humanity, only the beauty of a magician can bring me a trace of comfort]

The devil on the podium glanced at Zong Jiuyi meaningfully, "As of tomorrow afternoon, students who have an idea to sign up can come to my office to apply."

There has been a lot of things in the past two days.

First of all, after the mid-term exam, the dean announced that the next test score was 800, many of the class's trainees couldn't bear it and collapsed, squatting in the corridor and crying.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this time all the six hundred points in the entrance examination are because they used their strength to take the breast to cross the line. The class with the highest average score is close to 700, which is 100% away from the eight hundred. Disparity, let alone the last nine shifts that almost stepped on the line.

Below the railings are the broken limbs of Class 10 and Class 4, all in a horrible state, with blood flowing into rivers. Just looking at it, I feel that the future is gloomy and hopeless.

Up to this point, many trainees have peeked out the true intention behind this copy.

If this continues, when the final exam expires, will the score requirement soar to 1,000 points?

Everyone is also a B-level trainee anyway, even in such a high-pressure environment, they will not lose their minds.

It's just that at the beginning, everyone was lucky and felt that no matter how cruel the collective copy was, it would give people a way out.

Such a high score cannot be achieved by the trainees alone.

Unless... there are more faceless people in the class.

That's right, this is a way out of everyone's thoughts.

The essence of the collective dungeon is elimination. As long as the other people in the class become faceless and die Dao friends but not poor Dao, what about it?

There are ninety-nine people in a class, and the average score is raised by two hundred. It only needs to transform twenty faceless people.

Even if the final exam requires 1,000 points, as long as there are 90 faceless people in the class, there are at least ten trainees who can survive in each class.

But the problem is that Faceless People are voluntarily transformed.

After realizing this, those classes that remain neutral can't sit still.

The squad leader of the fifth class contacted several squad leaders in 101 privately and held a group. Each squad leader held a group with dozens of students with good academic performance in the class, and put pressure on other poor students.

But poor students under pressure are not vegetarians.

No one is a fool, and the top-ranked trainees in each class may not be the strongest in overall strength. Who doesn’t know if the trainees with good academic performance are thinking about it, don’t they just want to sacrifice others and protect themselves.

So these poor students also hugged a group in the class, cheering on each other, delaying the time for themselves to become faceless, and confronting the squad leader in the face.

While the two parties are vying for their own interests, the conflict has intensified like fire and water.

Even small-scale quarrels broke out in the dormitory, which gradually rose to physical conflict, which was directly remembered after being caught by the dormitory aunt.

Some trainees remembered that no.1 was also in this copy. They were not afraid to go to the office to seek help, but only got a sentence that the NPC has an NPC mission. He could not provide any help until the trainee could not get the key clues.

The situation suddenly reached a deadlock.

However, this situation does not have much impact on Class 9 at all.

In order to stabilize the hearts of the people, Zong Jiu rarely revealed his plans to the trainees in the class.

"I have discussed with no.2, and now I have found a way to break the game. The only bad news is that even if I find a way, it is estimated that I will have to wait for the final exam to be used."

At this moment, all the nine classes who were originally bereaved were full of energy.

"Isn't it just a monthly exam? This time we can cross the line, and we will do it next time!"

"That's right, we take turns to tutor the countdown guys in the whole class, and are you afraid that you won't be able to make it through?"

"Brothers have persisted. All members of our ninth class have survived. Study hard! So many horror dungeons are here, and they are not dead with the female grimace. If you want to fall here, it will be really embarrassing. ."

"Why don't you care about it!"

The demon didn't stay too much after the missions sent by the school were communicated in an official manner.

After the figure of No.1 disappeared at the gate of Class Nine, the trainees in the class gathered around and gathered together, "Brother Nine, what should I do?"

Fan Zhuo is very efficient. After Zong Jiu communicated with him for the second time, he contacted the Tuyumen and conducted a field investigation with Onmyoji.

On the other hand, he even started to get in touch with the poor student groups in each class. After all, the top student group doesn't care about the life and death of others, and only hopes that this instance will be able to brush more people away. Only groups of poor students who also want to struggle to survive, can achieve the same interests with them.

"You can cooperate, but you have to wait."

In the final analysis, the phenomenon of whistle-blowing in the first monthly test is still in disagreement.

People are like this, each with their own minds and ghosts, just like everyone likes peace, but there are always people who want to start war. Unless you encounter the same predicament or dead end, cooperation will always be an extravagant hope.

Speaking of this, Zong Jiu also confirmed that No. 2 is indeed a good person, with a long-term vision.

From the beginning, he steadily led the class to the first place in the grade. If he were replaced by a short-sighted person like the squad leader of the fifth class, he would have started to eradicate dissidents from the class.

But Fan Zhuo not only didn't, he even took the initiative to help.

Here, Zong Jiu also found out.

In fact, most people in the S rank are pretty good. During the first monthly exam, Zong Jiu saw that Tu Yumen's handle was bleeding. Later, after inquiring about it, he learned from the black wizard that it was a blood sacrifice in onmyoji. . If he really drags down the class in the end, he is also willing to take up this responsibility.

Black Azan and Saint Son are both good people, but unfortunately they were controlled. The black wizard is also pretty good, and the exorcist is a serious water master. This shows that there are still many well-intentioned people in the world, and one lunatic neurosis like no.1 is enough to die.

Zong Jiu rubbed his temples, "This basketball game is very important, we must dive into the sinkhole."

He talked about the plan briefly, and got all the suggestions from the whole class, and there were a few good suggestions in it. So they brainstormed for a long time, and finally Zong Jiu nodded in agreement.

After finalizing, he took the 99th and the 77th to the office to sign up.

There are faceless people sitting in the office.

Seeing Zong Jiu's third arrival in this grade, the faceless people turned their heads in unison, wringing an ardent smile on the smooth face of him, which made people horrified.

"Isn't this the monitor of Class 9? Come to Teacher Nan?"

"This time I did a good job, and next time, come on, we are very optimistic about you."

The other two people looked at them and felt hairy. Only the white-haired magician didn't change his face and his heart beat. He led the two people through the crowd and walked straight to the office.

On the 99th, lowered his voice, "Ninth Brother, is this the reward for good academic performance?"

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Yes, they will pat you on the shoulder to encourage you when you get closer, and ask you to start a small stove for you in the past. How about? Is there any motivation to learn?"

Ninety-Nine: "..."

No, no, no one wants to post with faceless people.

He watched the white-haired young man knock on the door, hesitant to speak.

At this moment, a lazy voice came from the office, "Enter."