Thriller Trainee

The class whose names were called out was full of smiles, celebrating around their seats, in stark contrast to the other two classes.

After the eighth place was announced, the ninth place was about to be announced.

The two classes whose names were not called out were Class 7 where Tohno was, and Class 8.

The trainees in these two classes had their backs tensed like a bowstring, their palms sweating, and they stared closely at the movements on the flag-raising platform.

The elimination of the entire class did not care about how the first place in the class was in the grade. Even if the first place in the class was the first place in the grade, the punishment would still be imposed.

At least Class 10, which did not even have a place in the top ten in the grade, ranked seventh in the total score, and its overall strength was stronger than the trainees who had a place in the top ten in the grade.

There were students with good scores on the papers in Class 7 and Class 8, but now they still had to be punished together with the group. It was normal for them to feel psychologically unbalanced. The top students in Class 8 even started to curse and blame those who were dragging their feet in the class.

Especially Tsuchimikado, who was ranked 99th in Class 7. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the nervousness of this S-level boss.

He would not be afraid of any other ghosts and monsters, but he was so nervous only about the test results.

He was not only afraid that he would bring trouble to the whole class, but also afraid of the humiliating death that was just around the corner.

[I am so nervous. What should I do? If something happens to Tsuchimikado, then there will be an empty seat in the S-level? ]

[This dungeon is completely unreasonable. How can it be divided according to academic performance...]

[Alas, then it all depends on the main system? Did the main system pull you into an infinite loop and ask for your consent? ]

[You can't say that. Isn't that what a survival dungeon is like? This round obviously tests the trainees' organizational and cooperative abilities. It's a pity that there were maggots in the last cooperation plan.

As if to enjoy the atmosphere of anxiety and fear, the dean deliberately paused for a long time, and even picked up the thermos cup beside him and drank a sip slowly, and then slowly announced under the eyes of the public.

"The average score is ninth... Class 7."

Song Jiu clearly saw that Tsuchimikado seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his tightly clasped hands loosened without a trace, and his elbows were scarlet.

"Do it!"

"Don't sit and wait for death, it's time to do it!"

At the same time, the eliminated Class 8 trainees suddenly became agitated.

They prepared all the special props early, and they immediately took action after the dean read out the ninth place.

No one wants to be eliminated in such a ridiculous way, and no one is willing to succumb to fate. This is absolutely a consensus among everyone.

Anyway, it's death anyway. If everyone's strength is gathered together to resist, there may be a way out.

At that moment, Soujiu suddenly had a premonition.

After all, he was S-level, so it was impossible that he had no means to save his life and no trump card.

Tsuchimikado shared a dormitory with him. He always studied with the lights on until late at night. When he was really sleepy, he would draw a Yin-Yang technique or stick a talisman on his face. There were several times when Soujiu got out of bed to get water and was even scared by him. He thought he was a zombie that jumped out of the school's corpse sink.

Although the Yin-Yang master didn't say it on weekdays, he was obviously thinking about his poor academic performance. It is said that he quietly made Yin-Yang talismans for all the classmates just in case.

If the last one was really Class 7, Tsuchimikado should have planned to lead the whole class to resist.

Just like Class 8 now.

"Please evacuate the playground immediately if you are not related to others. If there are still people on the playground within five minutes, they will be executed."

Seeing that the trainees of Class 8 collectively chose to resist, the people in the teaching department were not surprised.

Every year, there are such self-righteous students who repeatedly do not listen to lessons.

The faceless people immediately stepped forward with whips, and students from other classes evacuated in an orderly manner.

Just after all irrelevant people left the playground, the situation on the playground changed again.

The trainees shrank back to their original form, and the faceless people kept shrinking the encirclement.

There are several B-level students in Class 8 who do have trump cards, and one of them can even be invisible for a few minutes.

"Their special props can't be used."

Zong Jiu stood in front of the railing on the third floor, frowning.

Several other class leaders also stood near him, observing the situation on the playground.

The collective resistance of Class 8 was also the result of their previous discussion.

After the action of handing in a blank paper failed, the class leaders decided to discuss other ways in private.

But in short, it is absolutely unreliable to pin all hopes on the group, so this time the brainstorming is mainly to think from the worst angle.

Although the hope is slim, it is worth a try, at least the result is mutually beneficial.

The trainees who were not punished also paid close attention to the resistance of Class 8. Even if only one person can break through the siege, it can provide valuable experience to everyone.

"The situation is not good, it should be useless."

Looking at the current situation on the playground, the black wizard said faintly, "After all, it is a collective copy, the goal is the survival of the fittest, there is no dying struggle."

Just like the ten B-level ones at the beginning.

The bottom ten of the test were not executed without sufficient preparation, but this time, all the trainees in the class were ready to take out special props.

The barrage was still encouraging.

[Although it is a group dungeon, will a miracle happen if the trainees of the same class are together? 】

[I am also thinking about this problem. There are ninety-nine people, just in case.]

[You will die if you don’t go up, and you will die if you go up. Then you must choose to go up! 】

[Cheer up Class 8 from the air, go go go go go go]

But, it still didn't work.

The moment the dean announced the results, the special props of all the trainees in Class 8 lost their effectiveness.

This is still a one-sided massacre.

Even because he tried to resist, the scene became more tragic.

The twisted face, stuck with blood, minced meat flying up, broken internal organs and dense white bones exposed under the leaden sky. After most of his head was blown away, his eyeballs stained with blood and tissue fluid rolled down into the smelly ditch nearby, and were instantly swallowed up by the thick black sewage.

The dark vultures appeared out of nowhere, squatting on the bare branches, ready for a meal at any time.

The sun finally cleared the dark clouds,

The cold winter sun shines on this concrete playground, chilling people to the bone.

The life of a class disappeared in everyone's eyes in a tragic and impactful way.

There were already many trainees in the corridor who couldn't bear to watch any more and returned to the classroom one after another.

With this time, they might as well think more about how to improve their grades so as not to "die in the next round of exams."

Finally, the last trainee who was still alive was dead.

The pungent smell of blood made Van Zhuo's dark red eyes a little more obscure.

After all, half-bloods are not the most perfect vampires in evolution. It is difficult to remain indifferent when facing blood.

He said hoarsely, "There are three more exams."

The monitors of each class were silent, and no one expressed their opinions.

The inability to completely unite is still the biggest problem between them.

The behavior of reporting each other last time may still happen again.

There are even a few trainees who don't say it verbally, but deep down they feel that this is a good time to get rid of their competitors.

The trainees who are ranked at the top of their grade class naturally sit back and relax, but while they sit back and relax, they also have a few dark thoughts.

The thrilling trainee competition will be hostile until the end. Since you can defeat your opponent now without spending a single soldier, why not?

Even if they can come up with a good way to achieve mutual benefit, these people will not be willing to cooperate.

Immediately afterwards, the assistant teacher brought a water pipe as thick as a thigh, turned on the faucet, and washed the severed limbs and corpses on the playground to the sewer nearby.

Because there were too many corpses and blood stains, it was impossible to transport them one by one to the corpse sinking pool. This was the only way to do it. It was really a huge and difficult project.

The dean announced the arrangements for the next exam.

"The midterm exam is scheduled for thirty days later. We compared the average scores of this year's candidates and felt that the gap was indeed too big compared to the outstanding students of the previous year. So——"

"If the average score of each class in the next exam does not exceed 600, the entire class will be punished."

Zongjiu's eyes moved away from the blood-red playground.

He looked towards the shade of a tree not far away.

The black-haired man still wore the pair of gold-rimmed glasses that looked like a concave shape on his face. This weakened the weird and sharp aura around him, and instead added a bit of settled bookish aura.

The shadows of the leaves perfectly shielded him, and any light that reached his surroundings was annihilated like a black hole.

Facing this play, No.1 looked cold and indifferent.

However, the moment Zong Jiu's eyes moved to him, the demon lazily raised his eyes, and his dark golden eyes accurately captured the white-haired young man standing at the railing on the second floor.

got windy.

The wind blew up the young man's untied white hair.

Even if the distance is too far, the devil can guess the expression in the other person's light pink eyes.

It was exactly the same as him, but completely different in indifference.

So similar, yet so different.

In a sense, Guiguzi's prediction is truly terrifying.

For example, from the first moment he saw Zong Jiu, the devil's blood was shouting that this person was destined to be his enemy.

No. 1, who has partial mentor authority, knew what Zhuge An was doing in another C-level dungeon.

Probably after this copy ends at the latest, the turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm surface will be completely broken, or as the prophecy said, it will embark on a complete and irreversible opposite.

In fact, getting rid of the enemy before he is still in his infancy is undoubtedly the most cost-effective and optimal solution.

But perhaps in that narrow space, the eyes like bright sparks were too dazzling, so dazzling that the age-old cold blood boiled, and he chose to indulge.

Such an interesting existence is hard to find.

Over the years, the pleasure the devil has derived from the infinite loop cannot even compare to the existence of the white-haired young man.

He is like a huge gift box that gives the devil a different surprise every time it is opened.

It would be too boring if it was destroyed.

Then I hope... I can let him have a good time before it breaks.

The devil curled his lips, suddenly closed his ring and little fingers, bent his thumb and index and middle fingers at ninety degrees, and fired a shot at the young man on the railing.

From a distance, Zongjiu clearly saw No. 1's mouth shape.

The black-haired man laughed expectantly in the wind.

"boom——"

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