Everyone glanced over.
Look at the white-haired magician who is sitting on the playground seat the most eye-catching.
【Um? Fuck, what's the situation? Is the devil's last name Nan? 】
[You really believe it, Nanbowan Nanbowan, you know it is a pseudonym when you hear it]
[Ah this, does Teacher Nan guide students online? 】
[No, isn’t the magician a newcomer that this adult admires? Why is he suddenly embarrassed in public now]
[I also want to ask this question, the roses are all sent out]
[Back upstairs, have you all forgotten that the magician accepted the invitation letter from the Night Clan last time? Isn’t this just smashing No.1 in the face clearly, now it deserves to be embarrassed]
Zong Jiu, who is in the focus of everyone's attention: "...?"
The smile on his face froze, and for a moment his face became expressionless.
Zong Jiu really wants to ask Teacher Nan if your eyes are a little wrong.
There are so many trainees in the entire playground, from all corners of the country, all with colorful hair.
Fan Zhuo with gray hair doesn't hold it. What kind of man is a typical white-haired man who grabs him!
It happened that the well-dressed and respectful Teacher Nan didn't let him go, but slowly walked down from the flag-raising platform.
All the B-level trainees were watching him, but the man accurately stepped on the shadows falling on each tabletop, like a hunter who accurately locked his prey, and like a gentleman with a black umbrella in the Victorian era. With a graceful demeanor.
When he got closer, the demon deliberately prolonged his voice, "Not only did he dye his hair, but he also wore exaggerated cosmetic contact lenses, blatantly violating school rules and discipline."
[Fuck, Shentemo dyes her hair and wears cosmetic contact lenses]
[Worry, the magician capitalizes badly, what did we albino patients do wrong. jpg]
[This kind of strict management of the middle school is not going to be pulled back to dye the hair black...]
[No, so many trainees have to dye their hair? 】
He said that, the dean of teaching naturally nodded and bowed, "It was our mistake. We forgot to inform the parents to cut their hair and dye it back to black before bringing the child to school."
"Then according to the school rules, how should we deal with this situation?"
"this-"
The director showed an embarrassed expression, "The school door is locked, and now it is impossible to let these students who violate the rules go out for rectification, it is better to..." He carefully looked at the face of the Nan teacher, "It is better to remember. ?"
Zong Jiu refused to accept this.
He raised his hand, "I am albinism, not dyed hair."
Albinism
Now the dean had nothing to say, he looked at the devil, obviously he wanted the other party to decide.
no.1 said with interest, "Oh? Then come to my office to check after school."
Zong Jiu: "..."
This line is very familiar and terrible, and it is almost a dream to return to the abnormal doctor in the mental hospital.
"Natural, natural."
The director wiped his sweat, "This is a student in your class, Teacher Nan. You can arrange it whatever you want."
Turning the topic to this, many B-level trainees who previously thought that the magician angered the devil for gloating also suddenly realized.
Good guy, this way down, it turns out that people didn't mean to punish the magician. Looking at this way of deliberately beating in front of everyone and creating opportunities to get along alone, on the contrary, it kind of meant to swear sovereignty to the night clan led by No.2, and to show off his might.
Hearing that, many people secretly looked at the expression of no.2 at the moment.
The devil is indeed an unshakable myth in the infinite loop, but if it is the head of the night clan, the audience is also looking forward to a good show.
But to their disappointment, Fan Zhuo didn't have many expressions, his expression was still majestic and indifferent.
The blue and white school uniform was worn on the night clan leader, and even if he changed his military uniform, it did not weaken the iron-blood coldness of his body in the slightest.
[I understand, lord no.1 feels that the person you like has been robbed and feels unhappy (x)]
[That’s really possible, if you really want to beat, you should shave your head with scissors on the spot]
[Are you the devil upstairs? My white-haired magician beauty can never be bald. After thinking about that scene, Yan Gouwang cried out]
[Ah ah, who takes the picture in my mind away quickly! Although it was forced to speak in a low voice, the magician's bald appearance would definitely not detract from his beauty! Tremor
[Stop, stop, I think this old fan of me needs to come out and say something, don’t try to guess the psychology of that adult with normal thinking, he always does things according to his own preferences]
As soon as this episode passed, everyone's attention returned to the teachers who corrected the test papers in front of the flag-raising platform.
What is shocking is that in such a short dialogue time, the previous papers have been corrected more than half.
On the side, the teacher put on glasses and put the papers on the table, stacking them according to the scores.
As the stack of papers became thinner and thinner, the trainees onlookers became more frightened.
The atmosphere became more tense and anxious.
Among all the dungeons previously opened by the main system, even the extremely difficult S-level dungeons will not give people such a feeling that they have no bottom in their hearts.
The sky was gloomy, the national flag was flying, and the dark gray concrete playground was silent and dead.
The shadow gradually moved down, and soon, the last paper also announced the completion of the correction.
The teacher began to transcribe the grade list. The big red paper was posted on the list, and the black ink was smeared on it, making it bright and bleeding.
The dean took the microphone and said, "All stand up!"
The trainees got up under the guidance of the teaching assistant, stood in the middle of the gap between the desk and the desk, and lined up in columns according to the class.
"The following will start to announce the ranking according to the total score."
"According to the rank read, each class is ranked internally. The first place sits in the position of serial number one, and this serial number will be your student number in the class. From now on, in the hundred and twenty days of study, No one cares what your names are, and you will be called in accordance with Class X."
There is no doubt that the first place fell to No. 2 Fan Zhuo.
But embarrassingly, even if he was the first in grade, nine subjects plus Olympiad questions, and a total of 1150 points, he only got a score worth more than half.
After the test paper was issued, the gray-haired blood race sat in the first position of the class, curled his eyebrows and looked at the red test paper he had sent down.
The black wizard who ranked second was even more miserable, and the distance from Van Zhuo who ranked first plummeted by nearly a hundred points.
But at least it is second, and the next ones will only be worse.
The Black Wizard was in the third class, and got the position of student number 1 in the third class.
Of course, the third place could not be another S-rank non-chief trainee Tu Yumen, but a half-blood that didn't make people remember.
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be in the first class.
At this point, the first class has won two of the top three, becoming the student number 2 of the first class.
The top three came out smoothly, and the barrage is also being discussed.
[Really, this tragic score, if this is not a dungeon world but a real world, absolutely no one can be admitted to college, laughing and crying]
[Which college entrance examination in the real world requires nine subjects plus Mathematical Olympiad? There is no need to connect with the real world.]
[But one thing is right, everyone is confused by the main system, this score looks really shabby]
[That's no way! There is a specialization in the art industry, and what we learn in the infinite loop is how to live desperately. Is it possible that you use the language to count the English and the five-three to fight monsters? 】
[Van Zhuo can get nearly half of the score is really good, if you let me in, even if you step on the answer sheet to read the score, it will be higher than me]
[Hahahahahahahaha laugh and cry, the real power of the non-night clan is very strong, the third place is also a half-blood, too powerful, right]
Four to ten are next.
"Fourth grade, Class Nine Zong Nine."
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and walked to the first place in the class with countless surprised eyes.
He didn't pay attention to the eyes of other people, and straightly picked up the test paper issued by the teaching assistant on the desktop to watch.
In these four hours, Zong Jiu wrote almost everything he could write, and he even touched on politics in the last ten minutes.
In addition to his good memory, he also has one advantage, that is, Zong Jiu has strengthened his hand dexterity to the top.
What is the concept of top flexibility? Not only the wrists and five fingers are extremely powerful, but when writing with full power, it almost becomes an afterimage, which is comparable to those faceless NPCs on the correction papers.
Thanks to this, Zong Jiu can write faster than anyone else, so after finishing science, he started to add words frantically to liberal arts topics, earning a lot of points.
but-
The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows as he watched the political part of his curly face greatly zero.
Soon, the top ten was announced.
I don’t know if it is intentional or intentional. The ten are basically evenly distributed. Except for Class 10 and Class 1, Class 1 got the two top ten, but Class 10 did not get any of them.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the reading became faster.
The trainees received their student numbers in each class according to their rankings.
The more the ranking goes back, the more nervous the trainees who have not been named.
In such a survival copy, falling to the bottom is undoubtedly equivalent to a death sentence. What's more, it's not dead in the hands of ghosts, but such a useless way of death.
No one would be willing to end up in this way.
[Finally, the water is too big, everyone is good, and the top ten is just standing out from the chicken]
[That's right, there won't be one hundred and twenty days in the future. If you give the trainees a little time to study, you won’t be able to fight such an unprepared battle. Alas, I feel that the last ten trainees in the test are very miserable, and it’s really unlucky]
[Indeed, as long as you give a little time to review, this will not be the case. I have reason to believe that the next exam is expected to be terrible]
The ranking reached the last fifty.
What is even more surprising is that among those who did not read the name, there is actually an S-rank tycoon Tuyumen.
Not only the barrage, the trainees who had already sat on their seats also exchanged glances.
There is no way to execute an S class!
Finally, just when everyone was in fear, among the last thirteen people, the name of Tu Yumen was finally read.
"The ninth and eighty-seventh place, the seventh class Tuyumen."
Onmyoji was relieved, and he didn't know whether to say he was Ou or Fei.
When he was in school, his academic performance had not been very good, and it was the same if he entered an infinite loop. He would not become a schoolmaster just because he became an S grade.
But anyhow, it was stepping on the shore of life and death, tears filled his eyes.
The dean put away the list, "This is the end of the grade ranking."
At this point, the last ten were finally announced.
The ten B-level trainees standing in place were stunned in disbelief.
Someone immediately protested loudly: "This is not fair!"
"That's why the initial test at the beginning of school has to decide our life and death! We haven't learned this before!"
"It's been so many years, who remembers the content of high school, is this for fun?"
Facing their protests, the faculty members remained unmoved.
The director directly ordered indifferently, "Execution!"
In the next second, a whip full of barbed thorns came through the air and nailed to the bodies of these ten trainees.
There are many people who want to come up with special props to resist desperately, but they can't move, as if they are fixed in place by something mysterious and mysterious, they can only watch the whip wave.
The screams spread throughout the playground, and immediately knocked the standing trainees to the ground.
Each whip and whip can bring up a large piece of scarlet blood and minced meat, the scars are broken open, revealing the white bones of Nerison, which makes people fearful.
Both the barrage and the playground were silent.
Even if the last ten had colleagues and friends of their own, no one dared to go forward and blatantly disobey the NPC's orders. They knew that if they opposed the NPC, they would only end up with death.
Under the pressure of the iron law of the main system, even if the S rank fell to dozens of people, there is still only one word "dead".
Until this moment, all people recognize a fact.
This copy is different from all the horror copies they have experienced before. Even what level of special props each person owns, and how many life-saving hole cards he owns, all become useless.
Here, either learn or die!
In a scream, the dean of instruction whispered, "That... Teacher Nan."
"Um?"
"The student with dyed hair just passed the fourth grade exam."
The director rubbed his hands and flattered: "Our school has always given preferential treatment to students with good academic performance, and they have guaranteed the admission rate! Do you think—"
"rest assured."
The devil showed a tacit smirk and dropped four words coldly.
"I have a sense of measure."