Finally, after a big drama, the farce finally ended.
The trainees in Class 5 were desperate like the top students, some were crying on the ground, and the poor students who lay on the ground laughed wildly, and then laughed and cried.
Even if they were reduced to this fate, all people sympathized with were only those poor students who had to die to bring them to death.
The trainees and the survivors watching in the live broadcast room are like this, let alone the faceless Npcs in this copy.
It can be seen from the political class of this copy that their values are that students who do poorly on the task test do not have to survive. Instead of leaving a waste of public resources, it is better to turn into the methane in the corpse pool to shine on the No. 1 Middle School. fever.
Soon, the matter of Class 5 was revealed.
The assistant teacher gathered around the trainees in Class 5, always paying attention to their actions.
After the sentence was judged, just like the previous two executions, the trainees could not use special props, and could only wait silently for the dean to read out the results of all classes and wait for death.
Immediately after the fifth class, the sixth class was called out.
The trainees in Class 6 seemed to have their stomach pouches tightened and pressed by an invisible hand.
The extreme fear of life and death is like a cliff hanging on the wall, making them nauseous and almost nauseous.
"Sixth class, seven hundred and eighty-two points."
This time, everyone did not show too many unexpected expressions on their faces.
Class 5 is really upset. After all, before that, the cluster of top students in this class walked with wind and arrogantly. No one thought that their class would not pass the second monthly exam.
As for the sixth class, the sixth class was originally one of the three classes that did not meet the standard. The second class, which also did not meet the standard before, can barely pass the level even if a cheating is found. It is enough to surprise people. If there is another class in the sixth class, then It was unbelievable. Now I see that Class 6 has not passed, but the other classes are not so surprised.
"Class seven, eight hundred and fifteen points."
The good news is that the seventh class has also passed, and the Tu Yumen sitting at the back is obviously relieved.
Although the number of faceless people in Class 7 is now second only to Class 5, the atmosphere in the class is better than Class 5 due to the presence of a Tuyumen.
[I'm going to Class 9 soon, ah, I'm so nervous]
[Me and me, too, and the believer is willing to be a vegetarian all my life, and pray for Class Nine to get through this difficult time steadily]
[Come on, Class 9! Has changed a faceless man, can’t lose another one]
Unexpectedly, when I was in Class 7, there was another conflict in Class 5 on the other side.
Their ending has been settled. Although the trainees of Class 5 know this, they really have to wait for death. To be honest, no one will want to. Not to mention that they still ushered in the ending in this way. After the despair, the top students vented all their anger on the poor students, and the two sides clashed and beat them for a while, causing headaches.
The assistant teacher went up to maintain order, and for a moment he jumped around.
The white-haired young man sat on the seat with one hand on his head and the other on the corner of the table.
He raised his head, as expected, no.1 under the podium not far away was looking at him with a smile, as if waiting for a good show.
I don't know why, thinking of the devil's previous remarks, Zong Jiu always felt that the other party had already handed over the reward for npc cooperation. What no.1 said at the time was... only to ensure his safety alone, and the top five immunity is most likely the hand of this one.
Zong Jiu's heart sank and he had a bad feeling.
If it's just a hanged man, it may not cause the tower to reverse its position.
With this card, perhaps the ending is already doomed.
He closed his eyes.
Behind them, the trainees of Class 9 put their hands together and prayed silently on their chests, hoping that there would be an opportunity.
The riot in Class 5 was finally suppressed, and the dean of teaching picked up the blank paper again and continued reading.
Finally, the knife hanging above everyone's head fell.
"Class 9... Seven hundred and ninety-nine points."
There was a dead silence.
Visible to the naked eye, the expressions on the faces of the nine trainees seemed to be blanked out in an instant.
One point, only one point, but like a moat.
The barrage reacted first.
[Fuck! ! ! No! 】
[Class 9! ! Ah, my class 9, how can it be! 】
[Sigh... It’s no surprise. Although the promise of perfection is touching, but most of the time, it’s just talking, and we have to see if it can be achieved]
[Indeed, the only thing I’m grateful for is that I don’t know why these disgusting teachers changed their minds, but there is only one faceless man in class 9. Fortunately, it’s not annihilated, the magician can still survive]
[But then it’s not Class Nine, what about the other 94 students in Class Nine? 】
[Don't worry, maybe the magician has other ways? He personally said that he wants to keep all the trainees in the class]
No one on the playground spoke, only the squad leader of Class 5 laughed frantically.
"Hahaha, happy, happy! All dead, all to me!"
Near his death, he has become delirious, and the sequence of words is chaotic.
But now no one cares about his reaction, and everyone's eyes are attracted by Class Nine.
I don't know why, maybe because the magician performed well in the first few copies, many trainees and survivors have inexplicable confidence in him, and they always feel that he has some unexpected trump cards.
Sure enough, not long after the instructor's voice fell behind, Zong Jiu slowly got up from his seat.
The white-haired magician's face was very calm, not as if he had just heard such a bad news. But at this time when people's hearts are floating, fear and despair are intertwined, it gives Class 9 unparalleled confidence.
"Don't be anxious, I have a way."
It's time for such a dead end, what can the magician do
Not only the trainees in Class 9, but all the trainees on the playground came over. The demon in the distance raised his eyebrows and watched this scene with interest.
Zong Jiu does have a hole card.
It's just that this hole card is too easy, different from whether he wants to show it or not.
As we all know, enough intelligence can be exchanged for unexpected things in the main system. Just like in the Las Vegas copy, Zong Jiu has the information of the no.1 instructor status in his hand, and he can use this information to find the main system for hush fees and benefits.
The previous risky move made him sure that as long as he had enough chips, he could indeed trade with the main system.
There are only two worlds in "Thriller Trainee", one is the real world, and the other is the infinite loop world full of horror.
But according to Zhuge An's meaning, there are also some special ways in the Super S dungeon. Although there may be only one or two, they are indeed ways to enter an infinite loop. Coincidentally, the demon verified this on the spot in front of Zong Jiu. If you guessed it correctly, no.1 may have come from the super S-class horror copy world to an infinite loop.
Think about it, the devil is such a metamorphosis, the real world can't make it out.
no.1 Zong Jiu doesn't know what the brain fills up, but he knows in his heart that he is different from all the people in this world.
Because he comes from a peaceful real world, no different from the real world in "Terrorist Trainee", but everything that happens in this world is nothing more than a book in his world.
Based on the clues of Zhuge's dark and demonic attitudes, Zong Jiu can infer that whether it is a person in this world, I am afraid that it has a particularly different meaning to the main system.
So... he ventured to guess that this information has considerable weight in the main system.
Zong Jiu may be able to use the information that reveals that he is a book wearer to make a deal with the main system and save everyone in Class 9.
Although this may seem like a next move, to be honest, there is no better way now.
Zong Jiu didn't want to use it as a last resort, because the results and direction of the use were unknown.
[Good fellow, what the hell does the magician want to do? I was looking forward to it for a few minutes, why did he just stand there and pose? 】
[I want to know what the magician can do, is it possible for them to find a way out of this copy? emmmmm】
[Don't worry upstairs, no matter how the magician will cheat everyone at this time, I am more inclined to what he is waiting for, wait, is it possible that he is connected to the main system? 】
That's right, after Zong Jiu figured it out, he really contacted the main system directly.
The white-haired young man stood in place, maintaining his previous posture, with his back straight.
But this scene fell in the eyes of others, as if he suddenly stopped talking.
The other classes on the playground began to whisper. Only the trainees of Class 9 rekindled sparks in their eyes.
【Already applied to link with the main system... ... is linking... ... please wait a moment】
The connection is already connected, but it should be due to the fact that he is still in the dungeon world. The connection speed is much slower than the trainee dormitory.
While linking, Zong Jiu slowly scanned every face in front of him.
Except for the only blank face, every other face was filled with hope and unreserved trust in their monitor.
This trust is obvious, and his eyes seem to carry a heavy weight.
He looked at it face by face, and when his eyes came into contact with the last vacant seat in the class, he suddenly stopped.
That is the position on the ninety-nine.
Before reading the list, the 99th raised his hand and said that he was urinating and went to the toilet.
During the last exam, Zong Jiu asked the other party to use this name to explore near the iron gate, so this time when he said that he was going to the toilet on the 99th, the assistant nodded his head and did not ask much.
But this time Zong Jiu didn't order him any tasks.
Taking 10,000 steps back, at least nearly twenty minutes have passed since the first class was announced. Such a long period of time is obviously unreasonable just for going to the toilet.
I don't know why, a kind of premonition hit Zong Jiu accurately at this moment.
The tower reversal, irreversible destructive doom; the hanged man, self-sacrifice and dedication.
In the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he walked quickly to the last desk.
On the empty desk, the handwriting written on the desk with the black pen trembles.
Many of the words written on it have no subsequent text in half of the writing. The only string of words that can be connected into a sentence is—
'The remaining ninety-seven people will ask you, Brother Nine. '
At the end of the sentence, there is a small smiley face painted on the 15th note.