Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu considers himself to be emotionally weak, and few people can make him have such violent mood swings.

Except for No. 1, I can accurately hit his key points every time.

Zongjiu showed no mercy in this kick and was full of energy.

With the shadow of the podium blocking it, no one really noticed this little move, and even the barrage was not boring enough to zoom in and look at the feet.

No. 1 Middle School provides students with ordinary canvas shoes. This kind of shoe has no other advantages, except that the sole is very hard.

If you step on it hard, it should feel pretty good.

However, the black-haired man's expression remained unchanged, his heart did not beat, and even the tone of his lecture did not fluctuate at all.

Only the slightly clenched white gloves can give a glimpse of his mood.

"The heart is inside the mediastinum, surrounded by the ribs on the outside and the diaphragm below."

The force at the end of the pointer suddenly increased, slowly moving away from the heart.

In this area that is closely linked to life, if we come back a few times, Zong Jiu can really fight with No. 1 on the spot.

However, before the white-haired young man could breathe a sigh of relief, the opponent's next move almost caused his lower back to collapse.

The cold and hard tip went around the bottom of the heart and began to poke left and right with great malice.

The problem is that while he is doing this, No. 1 is still talking about the biology of the human body. The sound is like a cello playing, slowly scraping the bass strings along the bow.

The bone-chilling coldness reminded Zongjiu of the devil's eternal and unchanging icy body temperature.

But this did not prevent him from continuing to exert force on his feet.

The two of them were secretly competing on the sacred podium, while the trainee below was writing furiously and struggling for survival.

Even the barrage is learning along with me.

[I learned it, I learned it. Teacher Nan’s lectures are really good]

[I feel that as long as I follow this copy and finish reading it, I can go back and take the college entrance examination again (wrong)]

[Some knowledge is very precise. Has No.1 studied human anatomy?]

[Am I the only one who thinks the magician’s face looks bad? If I have to describe it, he looks livid? 】

[Who would be in a good mood when being targeted like this? Okay, but I'm quite looking forward to the magician's outstanding performance in this dungeon. I hope he can reach a higher level as soon as possible]

[Yes, fans of the magician career like it! 】

...

A class is long and unbearable.

Finally, when Zongjiu's feet were almost tired, the bell finally rang.

What I didn't expect was that No. 1 not only remained unmoved, but also openly started dragging her down.

When there were a few minutes left in the class, the devil regretfully ended the human body demonstration class, took back the pointer, and chuckled.

"Thank you to this classmate for your cooperation."

Zongjiu zipped up his school uniform, snorted coldly, returned to his seat without looking back, and gave everyone an indifferent white back of his head.

After winning the battle, the devil returned to the office in a good mood.

The offices of all the teachers in No. 1 Middle School are in one room, but because the NPC played by No. 1 this time is quite special, there is an additional small office in the office, enjoying the same treatment as the grade director.

There happened to be a faceless teacher who turned around from the water dispenser with a water cup in hand. He looked surprised when he saw him.

"Teacher Nan, why are your shoe uppers so dirty? Is it raining outside?"

"Oh, this."

No.1 curled his lips and said, "I was stepped on by a cat. It's okay."

"Do we still have cats in our school?" The faceless man was suspicious.

"Of course, a silver gradient."

The devil's smile deepened, "Ferocious, but still cute."

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The following days passed extremely quickly.

With a knife hanging on the necks of all trainees, learning efficiency has become unprecedentedly high. Even if I study and study again and again every day, no one raises any objection.

In addition to the monthly exams, there are also regular weekly quizzes every week.

The monitors all lived in the same dormitory and exchanged their scores in private.

There is no doubt that the class with the highest average score in the whole grade is still Class 1.

The first class gathered two generals. But what was unexpected was that the last one was not from Class 10, who was not in the top ten, but from Class 8.

The ranking of Class 9, where Zong Jiu belongs, is quite pessimistic, hovering between the eighth and ninth positions.

This time the last class is eliminated. Who knows if it is possible that the ninth class will be eliminated in the monthly exam?

For this purpose, Zongjiu even brought a report card and asked the top trainees in the class to work in groups to tutor the bottom trainees.

Team tutoring for top students and poor students was arranged in the third period of evening self-study. Every day after the second period of evening self-study, Class 9 would consciously stay in the classroom and set up tables to tutor each other.

"We are just grasshoppers on the same line now. As long as one person is holding back in the next monthly exam, it will most likely affect the entire class. We are all adults. I don't need to say more about the truth. You all are It’s not like a B-level trainee doesn’t understand this little thing.”

This time, the entire class of trainees looked at the results of the weekly test. No one refuted, and they unanimously chose to be obedient.

It sounds like Class 9 is really unlucky.

There are several foreign trainees at the bottom of their class, some taking the ACT and SAT exams, and some taking the A-level exams. Not to mention the difficulty, the exams are all different. Although other trainees have forgotten it, they still have some basic memory, but they have to start all over again. Naturally, they are far behind other trainees in mastering and absorbing it.

There is also a trainee No. 99. Zongjiu has never seen a weirder existence than him, and he can't teach him no matter how hard he tries.

Finally, after another wrong question, the white-haired young man put down the book and rubbed his temples, "If you really can't establish a logical understanding, you should focus on liberal arts first and go for endorsements."

Although it is not possible to pass the liberal arts exam just by memorizing it, Zongjiu couldn't complain with the No. 99 paper.

Just like Tsuchimikado from Class 7, he has a unique brain circuit that is absolutely incomprehensible to others.

No. 99 looked like he was about to cry, "I'm sorry, Demon... Mr. Monitor, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

During these thirty days, everyone's spirits were extremely tense.

All the original evaluation criteria have been disrupted, and only “score” is the unified rigid indicator.

Although no one says it on the surface, trainees with poor academic performance in other classes are not having a good time.

Especially the classes at the bottom of the rankings tried their best to improve their average scores. Even so, the students with lower student IDs in each class are not only ignored by the school, but are also occasionally embarrassed by the teacher NPC.

For example, No. 99, he was often called out and punished for failing to answer questions.

He was just an unorganized free agent before, but he didn't expect that Magic, the top student in the class who was defending the top spot in the class, would actually go to the battle to give him tutoring. While he was grateful, he was also anxious about his own stupidity.

"It's okay. It's not your fault that you can't learn. Everyone has their own strengths."

Zongjiu felt that his temper had improved a little bit in this dungeon, "Tsuchimikado from Class 7 is still an S-ranker, and his grades are worse than yours, so don't belittle yourself."

No. 99 burst into tears, "Yes! I will continue to work hard!"

[I never expected that in just a few dozen days, an S-class boss would become a despised existence]

[Before, I thought that Mr. Tsuchimikado didn’t review, but now I know, he is really a scumbag]

[There are four answers to a multiple-choice question. Even if you don’t know how to do it, there is a 1/4 chance of getting it right, but Mr. Tsuchimikado can guess three-quarters of each one, click wax.jpg]

[Who can guess this? A non-Emirati and a scumbag, what a terrible combination this is]

After returning to the dormitory in the evening, 101 held another group meeting.

"The first monthly exam is in three days. Do you have any better suggestions?"

In the past twenty days, they had thought of many ways. Including the method that Fan Zhuo proposed before that everyone should hand in blank papers and so on.

However, these methods all have obvious flaws. Once something goes wrong, the consequences are difficult to predict.

The purpose of the main system is obvious, and the collective copy is an elimination process. In addition, the ten classes are still competitors with each other. Even if they live in the same dormitory, it is difficult to let down their guard and join forces.

"Why don't you try the method of handing in a blank paper first?"

Fanzhuo tapped on the table slowly, his dark red eyes full of thought.

"Methods are always tried and tested. If we can use this to get to the bottom line of the main system, that is also a good thing."

This time no one raised any objection.

The dark wizard even added a plan B.

It is easy to see handing in a blank paper, as long as all students in the examination room supervise each other and no student writes.

If someone puts pen to paper, this plan will be treated as if it does not exist and the exam will proceed as normal. After all, everyone's life is life. If there are rats with such evil intentions to destroy it, this non-binding agreement can only be invalidated.

Although it was unlikely, everyone decided to give it a try.

Now that the method has been decided, the next step is to notify the students in each class.

There are cameras and monitors all over No. 1 Middle School, and if you want to send messages, you can only send them one after another.

So the squad leader of each class chose to call someone from different dormitories, and then asked these people to convey the message on their behalf, remembering to keep everyone vigilant.

"On the day of the exam, everyone should not write, and they can sleep or be silent. As long as everyone does this, group behavior will not affect individuals excessively."

As a result, the big news that the trainees planned to resist collectively began to circulate privately. But in just one day, everyone knew about the plan, and it was like an undercurrent.

If it can be executed perfectly, this is indeed a great solution.

However, just one day before the first monthly exam, something finally happened.

There are a thousand trainees, and there will always be times when you can’t take care of them.

An unintentional conversation in a dormitory was overheard by surveillance cameras. So the assistant coaches arrested all ten trainees in that dormitory overnight and beat them severely in the corridor.

The doors of other dormitories were closed tightly. No one dared to open the door and go out, but no one fell asleep either.

The screams rang all night long, echoing in the empty corridor, and the sound was bone-piercing.

After being whipped more than a dozen times, the B-level trainee confessed the truth like he was pouring beans.

One person said, and the other nine naturally followed suit.

In the dormitory separated by a wall, Zongjiu put down his pen, "This plan failed."

indeed.

It wasn't even just a failure. Because the news was leaked, all the trainees were rushed to the playground before dawn the next day. The dean told them that they must maintain a military posture and stand under the scorching sun for a whole day.

You can take a five-minute break every hour. But if the assistant coach catches him moving during this period, he will be whipped directly.

Naked/naked corporal punishment.

The author has something to say: After writing this chapter, I immediately opened a new can for my increasingly obese silver master_(:3∠)_

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