79. No.1 Middle School

The screams and the sound of whips breaking through the air still did not stop.

After losing the special props, the trainees were just mortals who could be slaughtered at will.

Even for trainees who had undergone highly enhanced physical training, their mortal flesh/body could not transcend the boundaries of humans and would always be controlled by the main system.

Gradually, the sound gradually weakened.

None of the ten trainees on the playground could stand.

No. It is not accurate to say "people". Because their bodies were covered with crisscrossing wounds, and the blood that flowed out like streams soaked the grass growing in the cracks of the ground into an ominous color, and there was not a single piece of intact flesh on their bodies.

There was even an invigilator who broke the neck of one of the trainees with a whip, and half of his head drooped down with a terrifying effect, revealing the snow-white spine, and the spinal cord was about to fall out.

To be honest, this scene was really terrifying. Especially since the trainees were tortured alive, even if they were unconscious, their bodies would still twitch and roll subconsciously because of the pain, which made people's scalps numb.

After nearly ten minutes of one-sided torture, the dean waved his hand.

The assistants stopped whipping. At this time, the trainees on the ground were so miserable that most of their skeletons were exposed, and they could only breathe out, but not in.

Such a tragic scene made even the experienced B-level trainees sitting in their seats tremble.

Even if they encountered terrible ghosts, they would be killed in one blow. There were few horror copies that would directly use torture to kill trainees.

To be honest, even if they really had to die, most people would rather choose an easier death than such a humiliating death of torture and powerlessness.

"Throw them into the corpse sink."

The dean looked at these trainees coldly, "We could have given them a quick death, but unfortunately these people were rude and tried to disobey the school's rules and regulations."

"They only got a dozen points on a test paper, and they enjoy public resources but do nothing. They are scum even if they are alive. Today, they are rid of harm to the people."

"Listen carefully. In No. 1 Middle School, students with poor academic performance are not qualified to live. Our school will deal with a large number of garbage every year, which has been unanimously praised and recognized by the country and society."

[Ugh, what do you mean by poor academic performance is not qualified to live? What a disgusting value]

[Damn, as expected, if you live long enough these days, you can see all kinds of monsters and garbage in the infinite dungeon. It's amazing]

[I thought the last S-level dungeon that locked the poor in the sewer was disgusting enough, but I didn't expect this dungeon to be even worse... Can scores determine a person's contribution to society? I really bow down, fists.jpg]

[This dungeon is really scary, even scarier than those dungeons with ghosts, fuck me]

[Ten B-level trainees are too miserable, they really would rather die in the hands of ghosts...]

On the playground, the director was still boasting.

"Our school is a century-old school with a long history. It is an honor for all students to study here. In the next 120 days, we will also have four large-scale exams. They are divided into the first monthly exam, midterm exam, third monthly exam and final exam. This does not include the weekly routine small test without punishment."

"Only students who pass these four exams can get the graduation certificate for this semester. And the student who gets the first place in the class in each exam will be the class monitor until the next exam."

The trainees in the audience looked at each other with their eyes and noses, and they knew it very well in their hearts.

The final exam was set on the 120th day.

As long as they can survive until midnight on that day, they can be free.

According to the scoring criteria given by the main system, the trainees don't even need to take on any dangerous challenges. In this weird, unconventional dungeon, the overall ranking determines the evaluation score that the trainees can get in the next round of level rating.

At this moment, no trainee really thinks about this. It's good enough to survive, and they still want to have good grades?

This refers to the bad student Tu Yumen. He has already frowned and feels that he will definitely fall down to S level this time.

Just when everyone was thinking about it, the dean of teaching dropped another depth bomb.

"...... This baseline test will eliminate the bottom ten students in the grade. In the next monthly exam, we will rank the ten classes according to the average score of the class."

"The last-ranked class will be punished by the punishment of collective execution!"

At this moment, all the trainees showed an expression of disbelief.

Ranked by average score!

What does this mean? This means that the ninety-nine students in each class must advance and retreat together. As long as one person does not study well and drags the class down, it is very likely that the whole class will be punished together.

This is not a punishment for playing house or standing in the corner! It is a battle to decide life and death!

Thinking of the miserable situation of the ten trainees who had no power to fight back, everyone felt a sense of fear in their hearts.

Because from the announcement of this rule, everyone's life is not only in their own hands, but also in the hands of other classmates in the class!

This rule of the main system directly disrupted the original clear division of power among the B-level trainees, and turned them into ten different camps.

And the students in other classes are no longer colleagues or friends in the same organization, but serious competitors.

In the face of life and death, no matter how much friendship there is, it is useless.

[Is this crazy? Will a class be eliminated directly in the next monthly exam? ]

[There are a total of 99 B-level trainees in a class! Just eliminate them? Are you kidding me?]

[That's right, what if a class with S-level trainees is eliminated? I'm already shaking]

[What kind of hell-level dungeon is this? Damn it! If someone in the class drags down the average score, won't the whole class be buried with him?]

Among the ten classes of trainees, the reaction of the tenth class was the most intense.

Two of the top ten were in the first class, and the first in the tenth class was only ranked twelfth in the grade, which naturally opened up a big gap with other classes.

They comforted themselves, "Don't be afraid, how can we see so much in the first test? After forty days of study, we may be able to rush up."

"That's right, don't destroy your own prestige and boost others' ambitions."

"Yes, this is a desperate matter, we can't be the first to give up."

......

Then, the dean announced the end of the exam and the news that classes would resume as usual in the afternoon.

So the trainees got up from the playground according to the instructions, moved the tables and chairs back to their classes, and began to prepare for class.

The classroom has been neatly posted with the No. 1 Middle School's autumn daily class schedule.

There is no breakfast, lunch or dinner on the schedule. It is obvious that the main system is a schedule version specially adjusted according to the fact that trainees do not need to eat.

One morning reading class, four classes in the morning, four classes in the afternoon, and two evening self-study classes. There is a period of time for students to arrange activities freely from afternoon school to evening self-study, which is used for daily washing; there are originally three evening self-study classes, and the third class is also used for students to arrange freely, and the arrangement is full.

Among these classes, the most active atmosphere is none other than Class 9.

After all, when they were in the playground just now, the adult directly named them to be the head teacher of Class 9.

All the B-level trainees in Class 9 are proud to have the opportunity to get personal guidance from No.1. Of course, except Zong Jiu.

After returning to the class, the teachers have not come back yet, and the trainees in the class have started to discuss one by one.

"Our class teacher is actually that adult!"

"Oh my god, it's such an honor!"

"I didn't expect that he would personally participate in this dungeon."

Zong Jiu listened nearby and found that these trainees were also very quick to get into the role. They had already started to call each other "our class", which was really a very good phenomenon.

However, Zong Jiu felt a little unhappy when he heard them bragging, so he decisively interrupted their discussion.

"Did you all get zero points in politics?"

Everyone was silent.

They hadn't figured out what attitude they should take towards the magician, but they thought that the other party was the first in the fourth class of the grade, and was also the class monitor appointed by the dean, a potential stock that the devil was optimistic about. Thinking about the rules and regulations of this school, maybe everyone would have to work under the class monitor before the next exam, and no one would be willing to offend him, so they answered.

"Yeah, I almost filled out my political section, but I still got zero points. It's really outrageous."

Another trainee with student number 99 shuddered: "I almost filled out my section. Damn, I could only fill out the political section on this paper, but I didn't get even one point. I almost..."

Student number 99 means that I rank last in the class. It's really a life-or-death situation. I almost ended up like the bottom ten students in the grade.

"Alas, the next exam will be based on class ranking."

Everyone was worried and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "If you are better than the others, it's been so many years since graduation, and you have to come back to learn high school content again... It's really a sin."

"Yeah, let alone high school content, I don't even remember anything about the real world."

When they thought about being enemies with their former friends and colleagues, they felt a little depressed, "In the past, we acted as a team during the infinite loop. The team and the organization were brothers who went through life and death together, but who would have thought that this time... Alas."

"Don't think too much for now."

Zong Jiu frowned, "There are still 30 days, and everyone is on the same starting line. No one can tell what will happen then."

"Will you choose to give up and hand over the hope of life to others?"

The classroom was silent.

This sentence was sharp, but it was true.

People are selfish, and they will move forward even if they can't bear it.

But there were still some stubborn people who refused to accept it, "This is just a test. How much value do you think your first place has? Don't wait until the next monthly exam to be driven down."

"Oh? Sorry, even in the test, you only ranked in the 50s. You can do it. Show me how to get the first place next time?"

The man choked immediately.

"Since I'm the class monitor, I'll leave my words here for now."

The white-haired magician crossed his hands and said in a cold voice, "In the next forty days, I don't want anyone in our ninth class to drag down the whole class."

"From now on, whether you are willing or not, which organization you come from, or how powerful your life-saving methods are. Now those are not important, we are grasshoppers on the same line."

"Adults, times have changed, and test scores are the only indicator and discrepancy."

"Of course-"

Zong Jiu dragged his voice, "If anyone doesn't accept me as the class monitor, either beat me in the next exam, or make an appointment to fight in the grove after school. If you can't beat me, all of you should shut up and obey me."

The class suddenly became quiet, and everyone showed excited expressions.

Just when Zong Jiu was surprised at their sudden obedience, he suddenly realized something and slowly turned around.

The black-haired man holding a book was standing behind him, his slender figure slightly leaning.

The cold hand was placed on Zong Jiu's shoulder, and the coldness seemed to penetrate the blue and white school uniform, directly reaching the surface of the skin, chilling him to the bone marrow.

"It's a very good mobilization speech, but let me remind you."

He smiled and said: "Private fighting is strictly prohibited on campus, and violators will be punished directly."

The author has something to say:　　啾啾: You always follow me, like a shadow chasing the light in sleepwalking (bushi)

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