Thriller Trainee

As soon as No. 1 appeared, there was a sudden silence in the classroom.

The barrage screamed even louder.

[Real-name envy of the students in Class 9, woo woo woo, I also want to have such a class teacher]

[Ah, this...Moreover, there is no need for fanatical worship. Do you want to enter this hell-level dungeon? 】

[Laughs. It kills me. Brother upstairs, you are so direct]

[Come on, those who can be selected into the horror trainee competition are all big guys. It would be nice for us novices to watch some live broadcasts between the horror dungeons. What are you thinking about]

It turns out that Zongjiu was still making harsh words here, trying to establish his prestige as the squad leader.

To be fair, if this dungeon hadn't instituted such an insidious collective model, Zong Jiu wouldn't have meddle in such nosy matters. When he was in the mental hospital dungeon, a newcomer dared to act like a lone wolf; in the deserted village dungeon, he had obtained the ghost card and could only go deep into the enemy camp. Speaking of fear, he had never been afraid, and he had always been unruly.

But things are different now. If a trainee in the class fails, the whole class will be unlucky.

Zongjiu didn't want to be dragged down at all. He didn't know any of the B-level trainees in the class, but these people combined could control your life and death, which made him feel very unhappy. If there are really a few laggards in their class and they are implicated, Zong Jiu will be so angry that he won't even need the NPC to take action.

So to sum up, for his own sake, Zong Jiu also had to give a warning to the people in the class to stabilize people's hearts, so as not to fall behind in the next exam.

As a result, when the mawei was halfway down, the head teacher came. The feeling of looking back at that moment was indescribable. It was like dreaming back to the fear of playing with mobile phones when I was a student and turning around to see the class teacher standing behind me.

Zong Jiu silently took a step forward and broke away from the hand on his shoulder.

He noticed that although the other party was wearing a suit, his hands were again wearing a pair of white gloves. But even with so many layers of fabric, it couldn't dispel the coldness on the other person's body.

Reminiscent of seeing the criss-cross scars on No. 1's hand in the trainee dormitory, Zongjiu thought thoughtfully.

The devil didn't seem to care much about his indifference.

He shrugged, turned and walked towards the podium, "Get ready for class."

No.1 Who dares to disobey orders?

The ninety-nine trainees looked at me, I looked at you, and immediately turned around and returned to their seats.

No one dared to say anything.

They smelled something wrong from the strange interaction between the two people.

Zong Jiu was about to choose a seat in the back row of the classroom, but as soon as he walked back, a voice that sounded like a smile but not a smile came from behind him.

"The monitor should take the lead and set an example and sit in the front row of the class."

So the white-haired young man retracted the foot he had just stepped out, turned around, and suddenly turned to face the direction of the devil. He firmly opened the seat in the first row and sat down.

Just sit down, no one is afraid of anyone!

Zongjiu glared back unwilling to be outdone.

From the devil's perspective, the light pink eyes are as wide and fierce as a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

As if being pleased, the man chuckled in his throat.

When the other trainees saw this scene, their eyes were filled with undisguised shock.

Even the barrages are flooding the screen.

[No, don’t you think this gentleman’s attitude towards the magician is a bit strange...]

[I also noticed that it felt a bit deliberately targeted before, including just now]

[What you said upstairs is wrong. Although there is a sense of being targeted, why is this feeling so strange... It's not a life-and-death hostility. I can't describe it. Instead, it goes back and forth. It's very strange. If I want to say it, it’s even kind of subtle... hmm]

[Correct answer, I always feel that the atmosphere between them is at war with each other, but others just can’t seem to get into the atmosphere between them]

[Indeed, this is the feeling, but think about it, the devil expressed his admiration for the magician in front of everyone. Could it be that the magician agreed to the Ye Clan's recruitment later and felt that it was a good deal? I can’t get through, so——? 】

[Can you please stop guessing? How many times do I have to say it again? Don’t try to speculate on this adult’s psychology. In my opinion, it’s just that adults think magicians are more interesting and fun]

...

No.1 Teacher Nan, in addition to being the head teacher of Class 9, also teaches biology classes for the entire grade.

In the first class, the books have not been distributed yet, and the devil is not ready to teach them.

After everyone was seated, one admirer finally boldly said, "Sir..."

The slender chalk circled around the white gloves, leaving an inconspicuous circle of dust.

The man looked slightly unhappy and said, "Call teacher."

The admirer seemed to have almost knelt down on the spot, his whole body shaking like a sieve.

"Teacher Nan."

The devil nodded casually and said, "In the next one hundred and twenty days, I don't want to hear anything other than the word 'teacher' from your mouth."

"This is the dungeon world of the thrilling trainee competition. It is not an infinite loop, and it is not a trainee dormitory. I am an NPC, and I am your class teacher. But this does not mean that you can be better than others in these ten classes. Wait and win without fighting.”

These words can be described as very harsh and merciless.

Not only did they state their identity and position, but they also provided explanations.

Many trainees suddenly realized.

It turned out that No.1 had different permissions from them. Ordinary trainees needed to enter the dungeon, but No.1 could play the role of an NPC.

This explanation was enough to explain why no one, whether trainees or barrage, had seen No.1 since the first game.

In addition, the trainees also made up their own minds about the conditions for playing the role of an NPC.

The role-playing mode is divided into three categories: low, medium, and high. The low-level role-playing mode is like the deserted village dungeon, where you are just given an ordinary card or an insider card.

The identity card of the medium-level role-playing mode will give a character's personality, and trainees need to act in accordance with the personality given by the identity card.

The high-level role-playing mode is the most difficult. Not only do you need to avoid the dangers inside the dungeon, but you also need to combine all the information given by the identity card to perform a perfect role-playing. Once the NPC notices something wrong, it is likely to affect the direction of the next dungeon.

Now that No.1 said this, everyone assumed that he was holding the role-playing NPC ID card.

NPCs have NPC restrictions, and trainees have trainee restrictions. Since it is a role-play and in a dungeon, naturally there is no room for favoritism.

The classroom was a little dull for a while.

Even if No.1 is their class teacher, it can't bring any direct effect.

Everyone's heart is filled with a sense of confusion and fear.

This is only the first monthly exam, and the whole class will be eliminated. What if it is a midterm exam? What about the second monthly exam? What about the final exam? In the end, how many B-levels can stay on this school playground and successfully pass this collective dungeon?

The devil said lightly, "The next monthly exam will be in thirty days. I hope you won't let me down."

This short sentence directly mobilized the depressed mood in the class.

The B-level trainees were refreshed, and everyone said "Yes!" in unison. The sound was so loud that it almost overturned the roof of the classroom.

It seems that for them, being able to not disappoint this adult is the goal they strive for all their lives.

For such a scene, No.1 was not surprised at all, and even a little uninterested.

However, it was hard for others not to notice his lack of interest, and it was clearly seen by Zong Jiu.

The white-haired young man sitting in the first row curled his lips imperceptibly.

It was really exaggerated. I don’t know what kind of magic potion the devil gave these trainees. They all wanted to rush up and kiss the tip of his black leather shoes like the Death Eaters worship Voldemort, and screamed my lord.

In summary, blindness must be cured.

......

"No.1."

Just when Zong Jiu was thinking, a deep voice suddenly sounded on the podium, "No.1 in the class, you come to analyze the biology paper of this baseline test."

Zong Jiu, who only got less than 25 points in biology, said: "......"

There are so many nouns, and now even the books have not been handed out for people to read. Who can tell one, two, three, and four?

Zong Jiu grabbed the test paper and stood up with hatred.

If eyes could kill, he felt that the devil had been cremated and sent to the crematorium thousands of times.

In this class, No.1 asked a total of three questions, and Zong Jiu was asked to answer three times in total.

He passed the first two times by luck, and was punished to stand for the third time because of a wrong answer.

Now even if the other trainees were blind, they could see that the devil was simply picking on the magician.

[Gah! Poor, magician, miserable]

[I can finally be sure now that the magician has received the only special attention from this adult in all these years, whether it is appreciation or criticism. Is this lucky or unfortunate?]

[Has the magician accepted the invitation of the Night Clan and is ready to become a half-vampire? Alas, if this is the case, then the magician may have really angered No.1]

[The devil is watching you, magician, you have to be careful...]

Finally, the class ended, and the whole class stood up suddenly, bowing and shouting goodbye to the teacher.

Only Zong Jiu did the opposite. He sat down calmly, looking indifferent and indifferent.

The devil didn't care, but picked up the unopened book and walked down from the podium slowly.

Everyone's eyes followed the man's movements.

He walked to the white-haired young man and knocked on the table.

Zong Jiu didn't look up, but closed his eyes to rest.

He couldn't do anything to the devil. After experiencing the deserted village copy, the devil restrained his killing intent for some reason.

After abandoning the life-and-death struggle at the beginning, the two of them became particularly elementary school students, fighting each other, but both of them were vengeful and revengeful.

As others gasped when they saw him openly disobeying this adult, No.1 put the biology lesson plan on the table in front of him.

The devil's voice was playful and ambiguous for no reason.

"After the evening study session... don't forget to come to my office."

Until the black-haired man disappeared at the door of the classroom, the trainees in the class burst into exclamations.

They looked at Zong Jiu in disbelief, "You just disobeyed that adult!"

"And you openly disobeyed and sang the opposite tune! Oh my God!"

Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence, that is-

How dare you do this! do you know who he is? ! He is a man who has been at the top of an infinite cycle for who knows how many years!

Its style of painting is similar to "Do you know what you are rejecting? What you are rejecting is the love of a god!"

Zong Jiu truly felt that as long as he encountered a demon, low-level trainees would be fine. It just so happens that these high-level trainees are as if they have been outwitted, like green bamboo shoots after a rain, with strange flowers popping up one after another.

"oh."

The white-haired young man said indifferently, "We are in the dungeon now. The devil plays the role of the teacher and I am the student. Trainees are not allowed to attack each other. In the long run, trainees' dormitories are also not allowed to attack each other. It’s the same until the end of the game.”

"In addition to wiping out our entire class in the next exam, will he kill me?"

"Then if that's the case, he can't kill me, why should I be afraid of him?"

other people:"......"

For a moment, I felt that these remarks were very reasonable and I couldn't refute them.

The author has something to say: Summary: Lighting the coffin can quickly heat up feelings (bushi)

Others much later: Ah! It turns out they were flirting at first!

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