The barrage was speechless for a while, and it took a long time for someone to speak intermittently.
[My God, the ninety-nineth this is...]
[Oh, I guessed it right. If he disappeared suddenly at this time, it wouldn’t be a good thing to think, but I really didn’t expect him to commit suicide, even if he became a faceless man]
[Maybe there is no way. The incident on the 15th really hit him too much, and it takes time to become a faceless man. They only knew that there was an accident on the 15th when they came to the classroom this morning. It can change in half an hour after the exam, oh]
After seeing the bags of black bags dragging blood on the ground, the remaining trainees in Class 9 finally couldn't hold back, and all of them cried into tears.
After experiencing so many horror copies, maybe there is no such a sad time. Even the live broadcast room with thousands of online viewers did not speak. Everyone seemed to stand in front of the cemetery, attending a sad funeral.
"This student was also unlucky. He jumped from the top floor. Unexpectedly, there was still a circle of thick iron wires and grids outside the school. It was cut into several halves at once. Later, he would have to take a mop and go out and sweep it. NS."
"Forget it, let's clean it up again. It will be almost the same as the serum outside. The weather forecast says it will rain this afternoon, which saves trouble."
The whispers of the teaching assistants grew farther and farther away.
With a roar of Ninety-Eight, he wanted to rush forward and retrieve the bags that contained Ninety-Nine.
Zong Jiu's voice blasted coldly above his head, "Do you want the 99th to die in vain?"
Ninety-eight was pulled by his shoulders and could only squat down on the ground, howling and crying.
They couldn't even retrieve the ninety-nine corpses broken into pieces.
Eight hundred and two points, only three points more than seven hundred and ninety-nine, but lighting a lamp for the other ninety-eight people walking in the dark.
The lamplighter smiled and waved at them, followed behind the long-lost No.15, ran away from them, disappeared into the boundless darkness forever, never looked back.
... ...
Before the execution began, the dean announced the requirements for the last final exam.
"Congratulations to all the students who have lived in the First Middle School for 90 days and nights. Soon, we will usher in the final 30 days of the final sprint."
The dean’s tone was impassioned, “In the last thirty days, the first middle school will create another myth. In the last thirty days, you will be able to meet the expectant parents outside the campus. In the last thirty days, life only needs For the last 30 days of suffering, when you look back after this period of time in the future, you will definitely thank yourself now. If you don’t endure hardship now, when will you endure hardship? I will endure hardship on the construction site in the future? Work hard now and you will feel better in the future. Hope Everyone can think about this clearly and be responsible for their own lives."
There are only five classes left on the playground at this time. Compared with the first ten classes, it has been cut in half, not to mention that there are not a few faceless people in it.
Everyone was silent, deep exhaustion deep in their hearts.
Such a copy that tortured the body and mind, there were obviously no ghosts, but it was far more terrifying than ghosts.
But finally, finally, the final round is about to come.
As long as the last 30 days have passed, the main task of survival for one hundred and twenty days will be achieved and return to the thriller trainee dormitory.
In the end, the dean finally announced the standard results of the final exam.
"The score for this final exam is 1,000 points. Please look forward to your good results."
No one spoke, no one even commented on this super high score. For example, no.2, it was unsurprisingly accepted the result that had long been expected.
One thousand points, if converted into a full score of 750 in the college entrance examination, approximately equal to six hundred and five. This score is placed on the national paper, and it can get the score of 985211 properly. And now, in the first middle school, it turned out to be only a requirement for the final exam, not to mention that this score also includes the Olympiad questions, and the difficulty is absolutely different.
After the second monthly exam was over, the atmosphere throughout the grade was extremely depressed.
On the afternoon after the exam, no one could learn it. The trainees who collapsed were everywhere crying on the seats, suppressed to the extreme despair everywhere.
Zong Jiu simply let everyone in Class 9 take a rest for an afternoon and go back to the dormitory to have a good sleep. Everything will be discussed tomorrow.
There are only six people left in the 101 dormitory.
no.2 Fanzhuo, no.8 Black Wizard, the second squad leader, the sixth squad leader, the outsider Tu Yumen, and Zongjiu.
After the second monthly exam, a new squad leader meeting was held for a long time in 101 miles.
It's just that this time the initiator was not Fan Zhuo, but the monitor of Class 9.
The night was silent, and only five of the ten small table lamps that had been lit up in the past are still lit.
The white-haired magician was sitting at the table, with his fingers touching on the table top, her face looked a little unhumanly cold under the bright and flickering incandescent lamp.
Zong Jiu is straight to the point, "Since it's the last exam, I don't want to say more about it. The simplest solution to this copy, I believe you all know it."
indeed.
The easiest way to break this dungeon, in fact, they had already thought of it long before the first monthly exam started.
That is unity.
If there were no accidental leaks and whistleblowers, they should have passed the first monthly exam by handing in blank papers collectively. After all, the law does not blame the public. No matter how cruel the main system is, it is impossible to put all B-levels in the first round. The trainees are all killed. The rule added after the follow-up No.1 Middle School learned about their thoughts, on the contrary, was more like a remedy.
Hearing what the magician said, the squad leader of Class 6 rolled his eyes and said, “So what? It’s useless to talk about unity at this point. Please, now it’s an average score. Can you unite to get each unity? The average score of each class is one thousand at the end of the expiration?"
Not only him, the squad leader of the second class also nodded in agreement, "It's not that we don't want to create faceless people, but according to the situation, only by transforming enough faceless people can this collective copy have the possibility of survival."
Now the situation is really grim.
If it is said that the previous six hundred or eight hundred can still struggle a little bit, the one thousand for the final exam is to completely block everyone's roads.
According to the ideas of the two class leaders, the average score is 1,000. It takes about four-fifths of the trainees in the class to be transformed into faceless people, and the remaining one-fifth should not be too slow.
Calculated in this way, only one of the five classes can survive in the end, which coincides with the main system's intention to drastically reduce the number of trainees, and it is the only way they can think of today.
But after experiencing the trouble of poor students in Class 5, the classes in Class 2, Class 6 and Class 7 that were originally intended to be effective have been shocked. Now the top students in both classes have caught their tails and are afraid to behave. If you don't find it happy for the poor students, you are afraid that they will unite and repeat the tragedy of Class 5.
After all, there are not a few faceless people in these three classes. If the poor students are a little bit bloody, they have to be the same as the fifth class. The top five must be occupied by faceless trainees, and no one wants to live.
"That's because you chose the worst path from the beginning."
Zong Jiu said coldly, "If that's the case, I'll just say it straight. I hope you will absolutely obey me in the next twenty days."
The words were cold and cruel, and he shredded the mask to pieces, exposing the dangerous fangs behind him.
Tu Yumen looked at him with some worry in his heart.
Since two people in Class Nine, one voluntarily became faceless for the class, and the other voluntarily jumped out of the building to raise the average score, the magician seemed to be a different person.
It's hard to describe this feeling. It's like he had been wandering away from the edge carelessly before, and now... some kind of prison that bound him was finally opened.
No one knew what was in Pandora's box.
These words showed no mercy, and the two squad leaders blushed.
They stood up with a chuckle, with disdain on their faces, "It's just a B-level trainee like us, why do you want to order me?"
The squad leader of the sixth class even sighed, pointing to the three S-classes sitting aside.
"The three S-class adults haven't spoken yet, you are singing a one-man show here, what are you dragging?"
Fan Zhuo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "The magician means what I mean."
Tu Yumen cut off his contemplative sight, and then seconded.
Even the dark wizard, who has always been a watchman, nodded slightly and agreed.
With the light behind his back, he could only see a pair of faint green eyes through the black hood, like a lone wolf at night in the pale snowfield.
Only Zong Jiu, who was under his sight, could feel the joyful interest of the other party hiding under this puppet shell.
"Satisfied?"
The white-haired young man sneered, and there was an obvious sarcasm in his voice.
When they were beaten in public, the faces of the two squad leaders turned green and red, which was extremely ugly.
But in the end, they are just two B-level trainees, facing the coercion of three S-levels, no one dared to jump out and say that they don't want to. Even if there were 10,000 unwillingnesses in my heart, I had to pinch my nose to admit it.
There was only the squad leader of the sixth class, although he admitted that he was still suffocating.
"Okay. Then you said let us listen to you. You have to tell us what plans you have found, what solutions you have found, and how you can make everyone alive. If you just write a bad check here, we will count. Listen to you, you can't convince us."
Not only them, but even the other three S-classes also glanced over.
no.2 Supporting Zong Jiu obviously has his own considerations, and perhaps it also brings some short-term protection elements.
Domemon is a natural type from the beginning to the end. He felt that although the attitude and temperament of the magician were completely different from the previous ones, but the dangerous radar of the non-chief of the natural type told him that this change was not a bad thing, so he did not hesitate to choose to believe it. other side.
As for the black wizard who was manipulated by no.1... The devil just wanted to watch the show.
The serious magician looked delicious, and he couldn't help getting excited.
Facing the questioning of the monitor of the sixth class, Zong Jiu raised his knuckles and gently tapped on the table.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
One after another, as if the death knell to death and end was sounded for this copy.
Although Zong Jiu has been reluctant to admit it.
But it is undeniable that this time, he was really angry.
The eyes of the white-haired youth seemed to ignite a blazing fire.
"My plan is... to destroy this copy."
"Use the most venting method, burn it if you can't blow it up."