The more Zong Jiu answered the question without hesitation, the more curious the teacher Nan, who had been secretly poking at him, became more curious.
As a biology teacher for the whole grade, these days no.1 not only watched the show by himself, but also manipulated the puppets to wander around in various classes to watch the show.
Since Fan Zhuo and Zong Jiu exchange information in private, it is of course impossible for people in other classes to sit and wait with clues in their hands. Squad leader, there are several other classes of the neutral wait-and-see group.
None of these small movements can be concealed from the eyes of the devil, he is happy to see how the trainees struggle to survive from this hellish copy.
No.1 dangling in front of his eyes, Zong Jiu didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, his pen was spitting ink, and he ran across the test paper smoothly.
Although I tested the results of this test with a tarot card, the cards showed that Class 9 was a surprise and passed the test safely.
Of course, even if he holds the winning ticket, it does not mean that Zong Jiu will drop the chain on the spot.
On the contrary, in order to increase the average score of the class, he did not do too many questions these days, relying on his good memory, and even memorized a lot of standard answers directly. When encountering similar subjective questions, he copied them from the gourd. Go up.
Soon, in the silent silence of the audience, the time soon came.
[This time I don't know which classes can meet the standard, I'm so nervous! 】
[Me, me, me, me, and me too! These days, I’ve been in different classes, and there are two other classes that didn’t meet the standards.]
[Wuhu, I just care about the grades of Class 9, can someone tell me something]
[Hahahaha I also like Class Nine, Class Nine just stepped on the line last time when I was doing the problem by myself, so it’s more dangerous, can I live it all?]
[Blessings, I really like the atmosphere of Class 9 and I hope they won’t be wiped out]
Soon it will be time to correct the test papers.
Sitting in the position on the ninety-nine, restless.
His face rose to the color of pig liver, and he raised his hand tremblingly, "Teacher, can I go to a toilet? I was nervous before the exam or exam. I drank too much water and wanted to pee."
puff.
His voice sounded in the silent playground, everyone could hear, the original serious atmosphere was swept away, and everyone laughed.
Trainees do not need to drink water or eat, but generally everyone will drink some water even if they do not eat the inferior canteen of No.1 Middle School. In order to stay up late at night, make a cup of hot water or make some coffee, etc., it is seldom not dripping.
But like the 99th, it is really rare to hold back urine because of drinking too much water.
The dean of dean glanced contemptuously at the student number on his chest and refused to answer.
The assistant teacher standing on the side said coldly, "If the class needs to be punished after you have scored, and you haven't come back, we will let you die."
This intimidation could not be said to be unintimidating, causing other trainees who were also thinking about it to shrink back.
At first, everyone wanted to test whether the way of urinating can buy a life time, no one dared to be silent now.
On the ninety-nine, there was a shudder on the spot, "Yes! I will be back as soon as possible."
After speaking, he clutched his pants/crotch and ran all the way to the teaching building, looking really anxious.
On weekdays, the 99th is not the first time to lose the chain. The trainees of Class 9 did not say anything after laughing. On the contrary, the Tuyumen of Class 7 also raised their hands to go to the bathroom, and then they went there one after another. A few poor students.
In the examination room, poor students bear more psychological pressure than excellent students. Whether a class can cross the line depends not only on the breakthrough of the top students, but also the performance of the poor students.
Everyone didn't pay much attention to this episode.
Only Zong Jiu looked at the distant back on the ninety-nine, and withdrew his gaze nonchalantly.
Finally, about a quarter of an hour later, the results came out.
When the results were announced, the trainees in Class 9 gritted their teeth one by one, with the enlightenment of generosity on their faces.
One week before the mid-term exam, four faceless trainees appeared in the grade.
After the expiration of the middle school exams, at least one faceless man appeared in all classes except Class 1 and Class 9, especially in Class 5. There were three in total, and they suddenly rushed to the upper middle and upper reaches of the ranking.
The dean is announcing the scores according to the average score.
The classes that passed were all cheered.
"Six hundred and fourteen points, class seven!"
Class 7 was taken aback for a moment, and applauded one after another.
Someone murmured, "If our class hadn't been the first to have a faceless man, this time I would definitely have to be dragged down by no.10."
"That's... Can I avoid it this time, or the next time? It's a dignified S-level, and I can't teach it anyway. It's absolutely amazing."
Their whispers didn't mean to cover up at all, almost all of them reached the ears of Tu Yumen at the end of the line.
Although it was an S grade, the life of Tuomimon was not so easy. The trainees in the class dared not say anything to him.
Fortunately, he has a good personality. Even if he is not a leader, he can entertain himself, and he can never give up on himself. What he says to other people is that he does not listen to the eighth scriptures. Although he is a scumbag, he will study seriously.
None of the lamps that can become S-class among the thousands of troops are fuel-efficient lamps, not to mention, they must have encountered life and death dangers in the horror copy. I don't know how many times they have a broader vision than others. If this small amount of pressure can knock them down, then Tuyumen might as well just abdicate and let Xian forget it.
After seeing this scene, Zong Jiu touched his chin, thinking that he could consider bringing this no.10 into the group.
To be cautious, go back and test with Tarot cards later.
"Six hundred and seven points, class two!"
... ...
Now the scores read out have reached a little bit in the early six hundred, and the faces of the trainees in Class 9 have been pained.
With such a small score gap, it is difficult for another miracle to occur. The score reported will only be lower than six hundred and seven. Who knows if it will be exactly five hundred and ninety-nine
But there are still at least three classes that have not reported their scores. Some of the trainees in these three classes even started chanting Amen with their hands folded.
"Six hundred and two points, class 9."
Class 9!
The trainees in Class 9 looked at each other one after another, and after a second of silence, there was an overwhelming cheers, standing up and applauding, their smiles sincerely relaxed, which attracted many people's attention.
In so many classes, other classes don't have this cheering atmosphere, and the squad leader of the fifth class even took the lead and sneered, "What's so cool, that you can avoid it for a while, and you can avoid it for a while? It's always the next monthly exam."
In stark contrast to the joy of Class 9 were the frightened and frustrated faces of the other two classes.
Among them, one of the ten classes has always been good with the fifth class monitor.
The monitor of Class 10 is now shaking with his desk and chair.
Their class originally did not have the top ten in the grade. Later, they counterattacked. After the appearance of the Faceless Man, conflicts and disagreements occurred in the class, which led to a decline in academic performance. Now they all regretted their bowels.
The other fourth class is even worse. Last week, a faceless man appeared and pulled up the score. It is estimated that the trainees in the class have relaxed a little. Unexpectedly, someone made a mistake in this mid-term exam, and immediately pulled that point up again.
The trainees of these two classes stared at the dean standing in front of the podium, looking forward to the final miracle.
It is a pity that the dean of instruction put down the blank paper on his hand.
In an instant, their blood coagulated.
"The above is the class whose scores in this mid-term exam are up to standard."
"The next monthly test will achieve an average score of eight hundred points. Please prepare for each class."
"Next, please evacuate the playground for irrelevant people, and start execution immediately."
All the trainees gasped, and even the barrage couldn't believe it.
[Wipe, what's going on with this collective copy, is it really going to kill everyone]
[That shouldn’t be the case, I saw the copies of the trainees of the other levels next door upstairs, they are actually there to make a living.]
[I did read it, but with all due respect, I really don’t see where there is a way out for this copy of the school]
[Oh, there will always be, but after all, this is a collective copy... You know, the purpose of the main system is to kill people, even if they find a way out, it will definitely be reserved for a small number of people , This copy is destined to be impossible for all members to survive]
The average score is eight hundred points!
What is this concept? The total score is only 1150 points, and after excluding those deaths and deaths, the total score is 100 points. The total score of eight hundred points is almost equivalent to a score of more than 120 in language, mathematics, and English. .
Again, for trainees who only need to study for three months, this is undoubtedly difficult.
Many B-level trainees even covered their faces and wept on the playground. The look was full of despair.
This copy is too long, such a high degree of fear and oppression is enough to obliterate the minds of most people.
They spend so much time learning high school knowledge that is completely useless to them, just to save their lives.
Despair enveloped the playground.
... ...
After the unrelated people were evacuated from the playground, no one was in the mood to watch the tragic scene on the playground this time.
After experiencing it twice, such a scene has numb everyone.
Screams and cries of pain, untuned tearing sounds one after another.
Zong Jiu returned to the classroom and gave No. 99 a look, and the two of them walked into the corridor one after another.
With the voice covered below, they propped up in the corridor and started talking in a low voice.
"How is it?" Zong Jiu asked.
"The place is locked. There is indeed no one, but I can't get in."
No. 99 shook his head, "They only open the door when there is an accident with a student, and then sweep the dead bodies in with a broom like taking out the garbage."
Ninety-Nine hesitated and said, "It's just... when I stand outside, it feels cold inside."
Cold
Thinking of Tu Yumen vowing to say that this is not a ghostly alien copy, Zong Jiu's eyes flashed with deep thought.
Of course, this kind of professional matter has to be seen by a professional person. If possible, he has to flick the Tu Yumen over to take a look.
The white-haired young man flexed his finger and tapped on the railing unhurriedly, "Before the second monthly exam, we must enter the sinking pond once."
There was a sentence in the diary that the girl left behind. On July 4, she said she had found it, and it was next to the sinking pond.
This sentence has no beginning or end, but it has aroused Zong Jiu's attention.
The first few pages of the diary are unfortunately wet, otherwise you can get more clues.
There must be some clue in the sinking pond, pointing directly to the key to the entire copy.
However, what is annoying is that on weekdays, the sinking corpse pool is built downstairs in the teaching building, and it is locked with iron gates. There are also teaching assistants guarding the guard rotation. The assistant teaching will only go away during the exam, so Zong Jiu let Jiu On the 19th, urinated in the public.
Fortunately, they still got some precious information.
The only thing they worry about is how they should open the locked door outside the sinking pond and how to avoid the assistant teacher's eyeliner. Before that, they have to bring a psychic boss such as the Tuyumen to the site for a survey.
If you just look at the daily classes arranged by the normal school, the sinking pool is almost guarded against death, and it is difficult to find a gap.
Fortunately, this opportunity did not make them wait too long.
In the first week after the mid-term exam, the No.1 Middle School suddenly announced that because of the requirements for the comprehensive development of Dezhimei, in response to the call, the teaching office decided to allocate an entire afternoon to host a basketball match final.
After hearing this news, Zong Jiu's eyes flashed.
The opportunity is here.