77. No.1 Middle School
The sky was still dark.
In normal times, such weather would always give people a premonition of a storm. But now, it is a good opportunity for the candidates to answer questions without being sweaty under the scorching sun.
The examination room was very quiet, you could hear a pin drop, and you could only hear the rustling sound of the pen tip on the test paper.
It was a matter of life and death. No matter whether they could do these questions or not, they had to do them even if they had to write them randomly!
No one would let go of the multiple-choice questions, after all, the chance of getting the answer right was one in four. Fill-in-the-blank questions and essay questions were left to fate.
If you really don't know how to answer the science questions, just skip them. If you don't remember the liberal arts questions, you can always make up something, right?
For the Chinese reading comprehension, they talked nonsense, and for the physics, they still remembered to list the formulas. Foreign trainees couldn't write Chinese, so English was their home court. Although everyone usually spoke casually and had nothing to do with grammar, they could also write a little bit by guessing like they did in Chinese. Fortunately, although it is a dungeon world, the world history is not too different. As long as you are a person with upright values, you can answer the multiple-choice questions and questions in politics.
It's a pity that you don't have to write an essay. If you can write an essay, I'm afraid everyone's first goal will be to have an essay worth 60 points.
But as they wrote, the trainees also found the weirdness of the political questions.
There are no multiple-choice questions in the political questions. All of them are in the form of questions and answers. At first glance, the questions are very false and empty.
Question 1: How to become a useful person to society?
Many trainees answered this question directly when they saw it. They knew what to write without thinking about it. Even if some trainees thought more, they would not think so much when combined with the high school exam content that was exactly the same on the previous paper.
Zong Jiu glanced at the politics, put down his pen, and started with science.
He suspected that there was something wrong with the politics of this society.
If other people answer according to this idea, it would be a waste of time to spend time on a subject like politics that requires writing so many words in a short four-hour exam.
Here we have to say that Zong Jiu is very lucky.
First of all, his memory is really good. In addition, magicians occasionally play magic tricks on mathematics, so compared to other people who are completely in the dark, Zong Jiu can at least guess and use the reverse method to write a little bit on the multiple-choice questions.
But it is only a little better. You can only write, but the accuracy is not guaranteed.
B-level is all old people who have been rolling and crawling in the infinite loop for many years. If this copy is replaced by a newcomer who has just been pulled into the infinite loop, there may be a little chance of survival. If it is replaced by an old person, it will be S-level difficulty.
Zong Jiu suddenly remembered Sheng Yu who met in the first copy.
According to Sheng Yu himself, he was caught in this copy during the break between classes when he was still in the third year of high school. If he was still alive, this copy would probably be as easy as a fish in water for him.
Speaking of Sheng Yu, Zong Jiu's eyes sank again.
He felt that there was a big problem here.
First, Sheng Yu was a non-existent character in the original text, and he only appeared because of the wind blown by Zong Jiu's butterfly wings.
Secondly, why was Sheng Yu manipulated by No.1 as soon as he appeared? Is there some unknown existence in this?
If Zong Jiu's idea is correct, it is very likely that the devil has been eyeing him from a long time ago, but he knows nothing about it.
It's annoying.
The white-haired young man supported his head and flexibly turned the pen between his slender fingers with his right hand.
The invigilator who happened to be patrolling beside him saw this scene and reminded him coldly, "Pen turning is not allowed during the exam."
Although he reminded him, he didn't whip him like before. Maybe this is also divided according to the severity of the plot.
Zong Jiu obediently stopped writing and continued to bury his head in the vast sea of questions to find questions that he can do.
[I also pulled a paper closer and did it with the trainees.jpg]
[What do you feel upstairs? After many years, I was pulled back to the hell of the college entrance examination. Do you feel familiar? Pat your shoulder]
[It's so familiar. It makes my scalp tingle, my head buzz, and my ears echo with the teacher's teachings]
[This is really not a question for people to do. The Olympiad questions on the last page really made my eyes go straight. This is the difficulty of the International Olympiad... Oh my god]
Time passed by minute by minute.
It was a full four hours, and it was like sitting on pins and needles.
The sky was still dark and heavy, and the autumn was dull, but there was no sign of rain.
Although they knew it was useless, the trainees still stubbornly filled the entire test paper. Looking around, it was full of dense words.
At the end of the exam, there was a little episode in the middle.
A man in a suit and black leather shoes walked out gracefully from somewhere, his black hair tied behind his head, his dark golden eyes narrowed, his handsome and angular face full of seductive beauty, which was out of tune with the other pale faces with blurry features and no facial features.
Several B-level trainees who saw this scene in the gap between putting down their pens were so shocked that they couldn't hold their pens steadily and flew straight to the ground.
It's that adult!!!
There is no shortage of fanatical admirers of No.1 among the high-level trainees. Even now in the examination room in the dungeon, his appearance caused a commotion.
The trainees were all excited and their faces were red. They stared at the demon standing in front of the flag-raising platform as if worshiping, and exchanged unbelievable looks with each other.
Many people participated in this competition just to see this person.
Unfortunately, since the start of the two dungeons of the horror trainee competition, there has been no news of seeing No.1 appear in any dungeon venue. Even during the routine level evaluation and dungeon opening, No.1 is often missing.
Now he actually appeared in the collective dungeon of B-level trainees. All B-levels felt proud of him.
The concept of admiring the strong in the infinite loop is too distorted and has been deeply rooted in the concept of every old man. The power of the devil has long been a symbol deeply rooted in everyone's mind. Even if everyone is in different forces, they will still worship it and deify it.
The barrage was also crazy.
[Ah ... He didn't even change into school uniform.]
[It should be the privilege of No.1. We couldn't see No.1's live broadcast before, and we don't know what's going on.]
[The gap between No.1 and No.2 is really huge, but it's true that debuting as the center position must be different.]
[I think this is too unfair...]
[I'm not saying that, don't forget to follow basic etiquette when commenting on the comments. The adults didn't start the live broadcast before, maybe because they didn't want irrelevant people to judge too much.]
[It doesn't matter. Anyway, everyone is real-name, and everyone knows who is who in the comments. If someone talks too much, there's no need to scold them. Just wait for the followers of this adult to come to you tomorrow.]
[That's right, the one above the one above the one above, do you really think you are playing a fair draft? This is an infinite loop. Whoever has the bigger fist is the boss. Do you really think the main system is doing charity for you? If you are strong, you can also do it, keyboard warrior]
[Alas, I knew that once this adult was involved, the barrage would be bloody again]
[So, am I the only one who noticed that the rose was missing from No.1's chest]
[The village upstairs has internet? The rose had been given to the white-haired magician a long time ago]
Just when the B-level trainees in the examination room were still excited, the dean suddenly announced in a cold voice, "Exam time is up!"
The invigilators standing by immediately began to collect the papers in an orderly manner. Of course, more invigilators still stood in place, monitoring whether the candidates cheated.
Unfortunately, this baseline test disrupted everyone's rhythm plan. Everyone was just a chicken pecking at each other and relying on guessing. If they didn't know the answer, they would choose C. Everyone was like this, and there was no place to copy. What if they guessed right but copied the wrong answer? Wouldn't it be a loss?
After collecting the test papers, the invigilators held a large stack of thick test papers and placed them on the table in front of the flag-raising platform in the order of the class.
More than thirty teachers were already sitting there, twisting their red pens and starting to mark the papers quickly.
What was even more terrifying was that they marked the papers very quickly, almost like machines that could read the questions. Each person marked one subject and could tell how many points the subject had scored with just a glance. The red pens flew everywhere and turned into afterimages.
On the other side, the teacher had already posted a big-character poster next to the playground, with the five big words "Grade Ranking" written in ink on it, waiting for all the scores to come out before ranking them in order.
This scene made all the trainees' hair stand on end.
At this speed, I'm afraid that in an hour... no, in half an hour, the bottom ten of the grade will be freshly released.
By then, it will also be time to decide the date of death.
Just as they were still nervous, the dean nodded to the devil and turned to announce to everyone.
"Dear students, this is Teacher Nan, a special lecturer and consultant hired by our school from a college. In the next 120 days, Teacher Nan will lead and guide the teaching work of the entire grade. Let's welcome him with applause!"
"Pa pa pa pa pa——"
Many B-grade students clapped their hands excitedly until they turned red.
No one thought about why No.1 was called Teacher Nan, and no one questioned why they were all students, but No.1 was the teacher.
The iron law of infinite repetition, the weak have no right to question all decisions of the strong.
Only Zong Jiu, who was sitting obediently in his seat, was stunned for a moment, and then a muffled laugh came out of his chest.
At first, he suddenly realized that the devil's real name was Nan.
After a little thought, he found that it was wrong, and then laughed out loud.
Written as No.1, read as Nanbowan, isn't it the surname Nan?
This is really a fake pseudonym that can't be faker, with no sincerity and very funny.
Naturally, among a large group of excited trainees, Zong Jiu, a student who laughed out loud without hiding it, was conspicuous enough.
At least for those who have been circling around him since the beginning.
The dark golden pupils narrowed dangerously.
After the welcome, the dean asked respectfully: "Teacher Nan, you see, you are now...?"
This teacher Nan has a great background. It is said that the students he taught are all from 985211, and the record is remarkable.
It was not easy for the No. 1 Middle School to invite this cash cow, so naturally he said what he said, and he would do it without hesitation.
"No need."
The black-haired man raised his hand nonchalantly, "I only provide guidance and supervision."
"Oh, by the way, didn't you say that you want to choose a class teacher?"
The dean nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and squeezed out a flattering expression on his face without facial features, "Yes, yes, yes, it is the greatest honor for our school if you have this intention!"
Class teacher?
The trainees of the ten classes immediately became excited, their eyes burning with expectation.
Who knew that the devil curled his lips, "Then let's go to Class 9."
Zong Jiu, who was still laughing with his head down, secretly said that it was not good.
He raised his head and happened to meet the other person's half-smiled gaze.
"--Oh? How come there is another person who dyes his hair in this class?"
Everyone looked at him in unison.
Zong Jiu: "......"
The author has something to say: 啾啾: Nanbowan? Hahahaha Nanbowan!
No.1: (very vindictive) How come there is another person who dyes his hair?
(Note: Nanbowan is a pseudonym, the devil's real name is not this!)
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It's a Christmas surprise, muah~
Good luck to those who are taking the postgraduate entrance examination tomorrow, I wish you a successful landing!
The last question about who these barrage viewers are, I talked about it in the second chapter of this article, you can go back and take a look.
In general, the infinite loop is an infinite flow world, and people who are pulled in from the real world are called survivors.
This is the first horror trainee competition held in the infinite flow world. Only the powerful survivors in the infinite loop can pass the screening and sign up to participate. The other survivors who are not selected are the audience watching the live broadcast.
Survivors also need to enter the dungeon, but it is not as difficult as the horror trainee competition, and the conditions are not so harsh. The above.
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