Thriller Trainee

How can this be? !

Looking at the bright "s" and "f" above the white-haired young man's head, silence swept over him like a tide.

Not to mention Zong Jiu, even the others looked confused.

[Audiences who have watched Brother Ajiu’s live broadcast come here and say that the S-level rating may be due to some unknown deal reached with Boss Zhuge in the copy? And after knocking out the perverted doctor with a hammer, Ah Jiu also took advantage of it and took away the S-level item in the dungeon. Based on the above, I think it’s okay to get an S-level item, right? 】

[Holy shit, this guy with white hair got an S-level item? What's going on? What did I miss? I'm confused.jpg]

[What what what? S-level props? ? When you said this above, I suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with him getting an S-level rating for the main system, and I suddenly choked up]

[...It’s really scary, are all newcomers so fierce these days (the melon in my hand falls off)]

After all, the barrage is from God's perspective and can know more information.

When they suddenly realized it, new problems arose.

[No, now I have figured out why he got an S-level evaluation from the main system, but why did the instructor give him an F in the evaluation? 】

[To be honest, I also want to ask this question... It's not like you can get S in the main system, but it is so low in the tutor, obviously it doesn't make sense]

[The girl on the first floor who watched the live broadcast]

[Coming, coming, I’m coming. Um, I was thinking about the same issue above, but if I have to talk about it, I think it might be because Ah Jiu smashed the NPC to death with a hammer (without mercy). After all, it is an unwritten rule not to hurt NPCs in infinite loops. Maybe The instructor gave a low grade because of this? Thinking]

[It may also be because Boss Zhuge helped him. At that time, the boss used S-level props to block the space in the ward. Who knows what happened]

The barrage was furious, and the discussion in the studio became more intense.

The exorcist exclaimed exaggeratedly, "F-level, good guy, has this kid provoked his mentor?"

The Nine Thrones were silent. Even the one who had always been yin and yang looked like he was thinking.

So far, no one knows who the 'mentor' mentioned by the main system is. However, according to their previous inferences, since the tutor evaluation and the system evaluation are almost the same, this also shows that the tutor evaluation and the system evaluation have a certain consistency, otherwise they would not be so close.

But now, the "F" grade evaluation received by the white-haired young man has broken everyone's usual perception.

The medium said abruptly: "It sounds like the mentor is like some kind of supreme being. That's interesting. Is it possible that the main system can be cultivated to become a spirit?"

Everyone else thought it was a wisecrack, but the black-haired man who had been sitting upright with his eyes closed raised his eyelids and said the next sentence coldly.

"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a spirit."

other people:"......"

They remembered that Zhuge An was in charge of the Eastern Tai Chi Bagua Pan. When it came to spirits, it might actually involve human professional knowledge.

They broke out in a cold sweat and said very much against their will: "Ah haha, Brother Zhuge is really humorous."

Zhuge An rarely spoke, everyone had forgotten the previous discussion, and the top level once again became as calm as stagnant water.

On the contrary, the person sitting in No. 2 turned his head and glanced at him with unknown meaning.

The sound from the top stopped for a while, but the noise from below was still going on. Even though the re-rating of the entire E-level trainees has ended, the focus of everyone's discussion is still the newcomer who received polarizing reviews, and they continue to glance at him from time to time.

"This is really dramatic. Who knew it would be like this in the end. It's such a shame."

"That's right. I originally thought that a dark horse would come out and be able to kill those old people with their arrogance. Alas, I didn't expect..."

People are half hypocritical, but in fact their faces are full of gloating.

"Let me just say, they are all newcomers like us, how can they have such great abilities? It's possible to even cheat."

"Indeed, look at how he looks more beautiful than a woman. Maybe the instructor saw his true face and gave him an F grade."

...

Among the whispers, the only one who remained unmoved was the person at the center of their conversation.

Zong Jiu stood there, looking down at the green badge on his chest. The big "c" on it was particularly eye-catching.

The main system gives an S-level evaluation, and the instructor gives an F-level evaluation. If you take the middle value, it is a C-level, and there is nothing wrong with it.

What was eliminated in this round was level F. Level F needed to enter the punishment dungeon. In this way, Zongjiu was promoted to one level, and even had a little more leeway than level E.

It's just that Zongjiu is a little unhappy now.

If anyone tells you that you got a perfect score of 100 points in the exam, but after the test paper is handed out, you find that you are only 50 points, you will definitely be in a bad mood, right?

His expression remained unchanged, and the people around him did not dare to say anything. They only dared to look at each other secretly with their eyes.

After what happened just now, the newcomers seemed to have a subtle barrier with him, and no one dared to come up and talk to him.

As time goes by, the main system has also been re-evaluated to the boundary of A level. Everyone's attention returned to the scene in the studio hall.

Before this, there was only one red S-class in the entire hall.

Fortunately, the capable A-level trainees did not disappoint. Nearly ten out of less than two hundred people had red letters on their heads.

By the way, the evaluations these people received were higher from the instructor than from the main system. There are several major systems that only give grades A or B, but the instructors also generously give S as a sign of encouragement.

Looking at it this way, Zongjiu felt more and more that he was being targeted.

Instructor evaluation.

He muttered these words in his mind and fell into deep thought.

This instructor definitely gave him an F grade on purpose.

But when Zong Jiu followed this logical clue and searched in his mind, he couldn't find a corresponding existence.

After much deliberation, the most mysterious person in the first solo show was Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu never came back alive, but this man left countless mysteries to Zong Jiu, which was impressive. The most suspicious death was so easy, top-heavy, as if someone had suddenly cut it off, without any further details.

As for the other doctor who looked very suspicious... Anyway, Zongjiu came back with revenge, and as speculated, he should be deducted for injuring the NPC.

But despite this, Zong Jiu also felt that his hammer was worth it, as he could eliminate harm for the people and make a sure profit. Besides, why does he care about an NPC? After all, he will disappear after leaving the dungeon.

Therefore, the root of the problem still surrounds Sheng Yu.

While Zongjiu was deep in thought, the S-class re-evaluation was completed.

Without exception, the throne slipped down, and the one above the head was a sunset red. Until the end, the only ones that really exchanged places were No. 10. The seats above did not even change, and none of the ranks below usurped the throne.

In fact, the further you go up, the smaller the range of strength changes. For high-level trainees, their strength is not much different from what the main system predicts. Only by throwing them together into a dungeon with sufficient difficulty can they easily distance themselves. Otherwise, the scores will be very close and the scores will be evenly matched.

[The second round of level selection is over, and it’s time for trainee positions to change]

Zongjiu slowly followed the crowd, climbed two steps from the e-level ladder, and stood on the c-level ladder.

The hall was noisy. Regardless of whether they were promoted or not, as long as they were not reduced to F level, the faces of the trainees were beaming with joy.

At the same time, in sharp contrast were the people wearing purple badges. Their faces were dejected, they were crying and hysterical.

[The punishment copy is opening...]

After the trainees of other levels took their positions, all F-level trainees were forced to move by the main system regardless of whether they wanted to move or not, and disappeared into the studio hall out of thin air.

Now the lowest level in the entire hall has become e. While the e-level trainees were thankful to have escaped, they also began to worry about how to proceed in the next competition. If they don't advance in the next dungeon, being eliminated as Class F this time will be their fate visible to the naked eye.

[Forced transmission has been completed]

A cold system prompt rang through the hall.

[The second round of dungeons will be opened in three days. At the same time, random dungeons will be allocated based on the results of this level classification. Trainees are strictly prohibited from privately exchanging information gained from level advantages or conducting buying and selling transactions. Once discovered, they will be severely punished]

Intelligence refers to the advantages of different classes of trainees.

Zongjiu had heard rumors before. It was said that S-level trainees could know the background and venue of the next dungeon in advance. High-ranking S-level trainees could even choose their own dungeon, with more permissions than imagined. The more advanced the trainee is, the more information he can learn so that he can make more preparations in advance. But C-level trainees like them can only darken their eyes and resign themselves to fate.

According to the post-match settlement of Zongjiu's current status as a C-level trainee, he could only get two thousand survival points.

If his hand is injured in the horror dungeon, even if it is broken or more seriously injured, it can be restored with just five hundred points with one click. But it happened that Zongjiu’s injury was brought from reality, so according to the rules of the infinite loop, the points had to be doubled five times.

In addition, Zongjiu is a bit greedy. Since the infinite loop provides this condition, he would like to strengthen his hands by the way. If he can return to his original highest level as a great magician, that would be great.

Now the trainees are divided into old people and newcomers, and the two groups have a big gap in strength and experience. After passing the screening of the first copy, the main system should provide them with a platform so that the newcomers will not be stagnant or the gap will become wider and wider. After all, the purpose of the system is never to ask newcomers to die, but to It’s survival of the fittest.

While Zong Jiu was deep in thought, the main system announced the schedule of activities for the three days between copies.

[In order to give newcomers more opportunities and to promote the relationship between trainees, during the intermission between the two copies, a special scene will be opened in the north area of ​​the trainee dormitory: Las Vegas Casino]

[Trainers can participate in various activities in the casino during these three days to earn more survival points]

[Survival points can be exchanged for some special props in the casino’s limited-time store, or directly strengthened to improve the survival rate of the next copy]

There was an uproar in the hall.

Undoubtedly, the "Las Vegas Casino" opened by the main system is a precious opportunity for every newcomer. It is also fatally attractive to the old people.

Because in the infinite loop, the only way to obtain special props is the horror copy, and the probability of output quantity is pitifully low.

Now, the main system directly gives them a way to exchange survival points for props. Many old people who are short of props are eager to rush into the casino and have a good time now.

Just when everyone was in a heated discussion about Las Vegas. Suddenly, there was a sound of gasps from the upper level.

Gradually, this sound came one after another. So that in just a few seconds, the newcomers of the entire lower level stopped discussing one by one and looked up in confusion.

Behind the throne at the highest point, someone hummed a gloomy, weird and untuned song, and the tip of his leather shoes stepped on the endless swarming darkness.

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, is it what I guessed! Is that guy coming?]

[Ah, he’s coming, he’s coming, the man who made me willingly look through the live broadcast room list for a whole day is coming]

[This should be the first time I’ve seen this guy’s true face except for the video on the forum. Alas, I’m complete]

He’s coming.

The man was wearing a neat black suit, with half-long black hair tied behind his head, a neatly folded bow tie on his white classic shirt, a dewy red rose in bud on his chest, and the cold chain of the golden pocket watch hanging in his pocket. His posture was elegant and noble, covering up the madness inside, as if he was about to dress up for a luxurious and grand court ball.

His handsome face was cut into several distinct pieces of light and dark by the red gold chandelier. The bright one was bright and flawless, perfect like the most proud creation of God, the Seraph Gabriel; the dark one seemed to be unable to look directly into the abyss, deep like the cold and twisted fallen angel Samael in hell.

This face perfectly blends the holy divinity and the crazy devil. It has a childlike innocent look and a devil-like terrifying power. It makes people unable to disobey, but only fear and submission.

He walked step by step, and each step made the darkness behind him spread a little more. Beyond his slender fingers, transparent silk threads flew and spun, falling into the invisible space.

Everyone was looking at him.

Countless survivors had undisguised enthusiasm in their pupils, and bowed their heads like worship.

[Welcome to the scene, No. 1]

The system said calmly.

No. 1!

The newcomers exchanged shocked eyes with each other, watching the man slowly sit on the highest and most central throne.

"Everyone, good night."

No. 1's voice was low, and anyone with a discerning eye could hear the lightness contained in it.

He clasped his ten fingers together, and pressed the white gloves down in the air. The studio really followed his instructions and the whole audience fell silent.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Just now, he could feel a shiver running down his spine, as if someone was slashing at him inch by inch with a venomous snake-like, sticky, sharp gaze.

Familiar eyes.

A bold guess emerged in his mind.