Thriller Trainee

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

Look at the most eye-catching white-haired magician sitting on the playground seat.

【Um? Fuck, what is going on? Is the devil's surname Nan? 】

[You really believe it, Nanpo Wan, Nanpo Wan, you can tell it’s a pseudonym as soon as you hear it]

[Ah, does Teacher Nan guide students' work online? 】

[No, isn’t the magician a newcomer that this gentleman admires? Why is he suddenly embarrassed in public?]

[I also want to ask this question, I gave away all the roses]

[Back upstairs, have you all forgotten that the magician accepted the Night Clan’s invitation last time? Isn’t this just a slap in the face for No. 1? He deserves to be embarrassed now, right?]

Zongjiu, who is at the center of everyone's attention: "...?"

The smile on his face froze, and he became expressionless for a moment.

Zongjiu really wants to ask Teacher Nan if there is something wrong with your eyes.

There are so many trainees on the entire playground, from all over the world, with colorful hair.

If you don’t catch the gray-haired Van Zhuo, catch him. What kind of man is this typical white-haired man?

However, the well-dressed and sanctimonious Teacher Nan did not let him go. Instead, he slowly walked down from the flag-raising platform.

All the B-level trainees were looking at him, but the man accurately stepped on the shadows falling on every tabletop, like a hunter who accurately targeted his prey, and like a foggy gentleman holding a black umbrella in the Victorian era. , with an elegant demeanor that is neither slow nor slow.

After walking closer, the devil deliberately prolonged his voice and said, "Not only did he dye his hair, but he also wore exaggerated contact lenses, which is a blatant violation of school rules and regulations."

[Fuck, what the hell, you dye your hair and wear contact lenses]

[Tragic, miserable for magicians, what did we albinos do wrong.jpg]

[Wouldn’t this kind of strict middle school have to be dragged back to dye their hair black...]

[No, then there are so many trainees here that they have to dye their hair? 】

When he said this, the dean naturally nodded and bowed, "It was our mistake. We forgot to inform the parents that their children's hair was cut and dyed black before they were brought to school."

"Then according to school regulations, how should we handle this situation?"

"this--"

The director looked embarrassed, "The school gate has been locked, and we can't let these students who violated the rules go out to correct themselves. How about..." He carefully looked at Teacher Nan's face, "How about... Remember it?"

Zong Jiu was not convinced now.

He raised his hand and said, "I have albinism, not dyed hair."

Albinism?

Now the dean had nothing to say. He looked at the devil, obviously wanting him to make a decision.

No.1 said with great interest, "Oh? Then come to my office after school and check it out."

Zongjiu: "..."

This line is very familiar and very bad. It almost reminds me of the perverted doctor in the mental hospital.

"Natural, natural."

The director wiped his sweat and said, "These are the students in your class, Teacher Nan. You can arrange them however you want."

When the topic turned here, many B-level trainees who had previously thought that the magician had angered the devil and were gloating about his misfortune suddenly realized.

Good guy, after this journey, it turns out that they have no intention of punishing the magician. Looking at this method of deliberately beating people in front of everyone and creating opportunities to be alone together, it actually means to declare sovereignty to the Night Clan led by No. 2 and show off their power.

Hearing this, many people secretly looked at No. 2's expression at this moment.

The devil is indeed an unshakable myth in the infinite loop, but if you are a fan of the Night Clan, the audience is also looking forward to a good show.

But what disappointed them was that Fanzhuo didn't have much expression, and his expression was still majestic and indifferent.

The blue and white school uniform was worn on the leader of the Night Clan. Even if he changed into a military uniform, it did not weaken the iron-blooded coldness around him in the slightest.

[I understand, Master No.1 feels that the person he likes has been robbed, and he feels unhappy (x)]

[This is really possible. If you really want to beat me up, you should take a pair of scissors and shave your head right then and there]

[Are you the devil upstairs? My white-haired magician beauty can never be bald. After thinking about that scene, I burst into tears. ]

[Ah ah ah, please get the picture in my mind away! Get it away! Although I whispered in a low voice, the magician’s bald head will definitely not take away half of his beauty! tremor]

[Stop, stop, I think it is necessary for me, an old fan, to come out and say something. Don’t use normal people’s thinking to try to speculate on the psychology of that adult. He always does things based on his own preferences]

Once this episode was over, everyone's attention returned to the teachers who were correcting the test papers in front of the flag-raising platform.

What is shocking is that in just one conversation, more than half of the previous papers were corrected.

The teacher wearing glasses put the papers on the table and stacked them according to the scores.

As the stack of papers became thinner and thinner, the onlookers became more and more frightened.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense and anxious.

Among all the dungeons previously opened in the main system, even the extremely difficult S-level dungeons would not give people such a feeling of lack of confidence in their hearts.

The sky was gloomy, the national flag was flying, and the dark gray cement playground was silent and lifeless.

The shadow gradually moved downwards, and soon, the last paper was announced to be corrected.

The teacher began to copy the grades onto the grade ranking list. A large red paper was posted on the ranking list, and black ink was smeared on it, making it so bright that it looked like blood was gushing out.

The dean took the microphone and said, "Everyone, stand up!"

The trainees stood up under the guidance of the teaching assistant, stood in the gap between the desks, and lined up in columns according to the class.

"The rankings will be announced based on the total score."

"According to the rankings read, each class will be ranked internally. The first place will sit in the position of serial number one. From now on, this serial number will be your student number in the class. From now on, in the one hundred and twenty days of study, No one cares what your name is, just call it class x and number x.”

There is no doubt that the first place went to No. 2 Fan Zhuo.

But the embarrassing thing is that even if he is the first in his grade, he only got more than half of the total score of 1150 points in nine subjects plus Olympiad questions.

After the test paper was handed out, the gray-haired vampire sat at the top of the class and frowned at the red test paper he had handed out.

The second-placed dark wizard was even worse, falling nearly a hundred points away from the first-placed Van Zhuo.

But it’s still second place anyway, and what happens next will only be worse.

The dark wizard was in class three and got the position of student number 1 in class three.

Of course, the third place cannot be another S-level non-chief trainee Tsuchimikado, but a half-blood who is not very memorable.

Unexpectedly, he was also in the same class.

At this point, Class 1 has won two of the top three, becoming the student number 2 of Class 1.

The top three were released smoothly, and the barrage was also being discussed.

[Damn, with these miserable scores, if this was not a dungeon world but a real world, no one would be able to get into college, laugh and cry]

[Which college entrance examination in the real world requires nine subjects plus Mathematical Olympiad? There’s no need to relate it to the real world, right?]

[But one thing is true, everyone is confused by the main system, and this score looks really shabby]

【There is nothing we can do about it! There are specializations in the arts, and what we learn in the infinite loop is how to survive desperately. Is it possible that you use Yushuying and Wusan to fight monsters? 】

[It’s really impressive that Mr. Fanzhuo can get nearly half of the score in the exam. If you let me in, you can get a higher score than me even if you step on the answer sheet and read it out]

[Hahahahahaha, laugh and cry, but the Night Clan is really very powerful. The third person is also a half-vampire, so awesome, right?]

Next up are four to ten.

"Fourth grade, Zongjiu, Class Nine."

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and walked to the first position in his class amid countless surprised glances.

He didn't pay attention to the eyes of others, and directly picked up the test paper handed out by the teaching assistant on the table and looked at it.

In these four hours, Zongjiu wrote basically everything he could write, and even touched on politics in the last ten minutes.

In addition to his good memory, he also has an advantage, that is, Zong Jiu has enhanced his manual agility to the top.

What is the concept of top flexibility? Not only are the wrists and fingers extremely strong, but when writing at full power, they almost become an afterimage, comparable to those faceless NPCs who correct papers.

Thanks to this, Zongjiu could write faster than anyone else, so after finishing the science subjects, he started frantically adding words to the liberal arts questions, earning a lot of points.

but--

The white-haired young man looked at the big zero in the political section of his roll and raised his eyebrows without surprise.

Soon, the top ten were announced.

I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, but these ten names are basically evenly distributed. Except for Class 10 and Class 1, Class 1 got two top ten winners, but Class 10 got no one.

Immediately afterwards, the reading voice became faster.

The trainees took their seats in each class according to their ranking.

The further the rankings go, the more nervous the trainees who were not named will become.

In such a survival dungeon, falling to the bottom is undoubtedly equivalent to a death sentence. What's more, he didn't die at the hands of ghosts, but in such a useless way.

No one wants to end up like this.

[The basic test is too watery, everyone is a rookie, and the top ten in age are just standing out from the rookies]

[That’s right, there are still one hundred and twenty days in the future. If the trainees were given some time to study before taking the test, they would not have to fight such an unprepared battle. Alas, I feel that the last ten trainees in the test are quite miserable. They are really unlucky.]

[Indeed, as long as you give a little time to review, it won't be like this. I have reason to believe that the next exam will probably be terrifying]

The rankings read down to the last fifty.

What's even more surprising is that among the people who didn't read his name, there was an S-class boss, Tsuchimikado.

Not only the barrage, but the trainees who were already seated also exchanged glances.

It’s not like I’m going to execute an S-class person!

Finally, just when everyone was on tenterhooks, among the last thirteen people, Tsuchimikado's name was finally read.

"Number 987, Class 7 Tuyumen."

The onmyoji breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't know whether to say whether he was European or non-European.

When he first went to school, his academic performance was not very good. It would be the same if he entered the infinite loop. He would not become a top student just because he became S-level.

But anyway, I stepped on the line of life and death and came ashore, with tears in my eyes.

The dean put away the list, "This ends the announcement of the grade rankings."

At this point, the last ten were finally announced.

The ten B-level trainees standing there were stunned in disbelief.

Someone immediately protested loudly: "This is not fair!"

"That's right, why should our life and death be decided by the entrance exam! We have never learned this before!"

"It's been so many years, who the hell still remembers the content in high school? Are you kidding us?"

Faced with their protests, the faculty remained unmoved.

The director directly and coldly ordered, "Execution!"

The next second, a whip full of barbs came out of the air and hit the bodies of these ten trainees. The skin and flesh were immediately ripped open and blood dripped.

There are many people here who want to use special props to resist desperately, but they can't move, as if they are fixed in place by something mysterious and mysterious, and they can only watch the whip helplessly. Wave it.

The screams spread throughout the entire playground, and the standing trainees were immediately knocked to the ground.

Every time the whip was whipped up and down, it would bring up a large area of ​​scarlet blood and minced meat. The scars would open, revealing the dense white bones inside, which was frightening.

Both the barrage and the playground were silent.

Even if the last ten people included their former colleagues and friends, no one dared to step forward and openly disobey the NPC's order. They know full well that if they go against the NPC, the only outcome will be death.

Under the pressure of the iron law of the main system, even if the S-class falls to the bottom dozen, there is still only one word "death".

It wasn't until this moment that everyone realized the fact.

This dungeon is different from all the terrifying dungeons they have experienced before. Even what level of special props each person has and how many life-saving cards they have are all rendered useless.

Here, it's either study or die!

Amid the screams, the dean whispered, "That...Teacher Nan."

"Um?"

"The student who dyed his hair just now passed the exam and passed the fourth grade exam."

The director rubbed his hands and said flatteringly: "Our school has always given preferential treatment to students with good academic performance, and their admission rate is guaranteed! Do you think it is——"

"rest assured. "

The devil showed a knowing fake smile and dropped four words coldly.

"I'm measured."

The author has something to say: No.1: Come to my office after school♦

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