92. No.1 Middle School
Zong Jiu didn't think much about the abnormality of the black wizard.
He just complained in his heart while wiping his hair with a towel.
Everyone in No. 1 Middle School was required to wear blue and white school uniforms, only No. 8 was the most amazing. Whenever he was in the dormitory, he could change his school uniform back to his black robe hood. His persistence made people feel distressed.
Soon, on the weekly test tomorrow, the accident happened again.
This time, three faceless people appeared at once, and all three were the last and second-to-last trainees in their respective classes.
And without exception, just like the first faceless trainee, they all changed on the eve of the exam not long before, and the moment they entered the exam room the next day, they set off an uproar.
The result of the exam is self-evident.
Those three classes happened to be the classes that were just one line away from 600 points.
After the faceless people appeared, they all narrowly crossed the 600-point line.
When everyone could only score 500 or 600 points, a person who scored more than 1,000 points appeared, which was just like a god descending to earth. Not only did he get rid of a student who was dragging down the class by 200 or 300 points, but he also raised the average score by more than 10 points with just one person.
This time, everyone in the three classes chose to remain silent.
After all, unless they are close friends or lovers, no one really cares about the life and death of others. Everyone only cares about the requirement of the midterm exam that the whole grade must score over 600. What's more, these transformed faceless people are marginalized poor students.
People are selfish creatures. As long as they can achieve their goals and it is not themselves who are transformed, what does it matter?
After this incident, many classes even had private comments like the monitor of Class 5, "I hope the last-placed students in our class can be more sensible. I don't know how many of us will help them score more points for those who only scored more than 200 points."
"That's right, it's better to become a faceless person, you are just a waste that only knows how to drag down the whole class."
...... and so on and so forth. Such extreme remarks are becoming more and more popular, like an undercurrent.
Up to now, among the nine classes in the whole grade, there are still three classes that have not met the standards.
Among them is Class 9.
Zong Jiu has been very strict recently. He forced the last-placed students in Class 9 to do exercises together. He forced them to explain the wrong questions one by one. Sometimes, he would even stand at the back of the classroom with his books during class, just to observe whether the last-placed students were listening carefully.
When those light pink eyes moved lightly down, beautiful but extremely oppressive, everyone dared not disobey.
Compared with other classes, Class 9 has one good thing, there are not so many troublemakers. Even if there were, they dared not speak ill of Zong Jiu.
There were some different voices when the class monitor was appointed, but they all disappeared later.
After all, the head teacher of Class 9 was not someone they could do whatever they wanted. That adult didn't say anything, so how could they have a say? Besides, although Zong Jiu felt that this job was thankless, his achievements as class monitor were obvious to all, and indeed made the class average score higher and higher. Gradually, those dissatisfied trainees were convinced.
In addition, the efforts of the last few students in the class were obvious to all. Number 99, number 98 and others even exploited their sleep time infinitely and even used special props just to learn more.
They also had good personalities, and some of them were figures in large organizations, so compared with other scattered classes where no one obeyed each other, the cohesion of Class 9 was definitely incomparable.
Before the last monthly exam, everyone might have had some complaints, but when the eighth place of Class 9 was announced, all the trainees threw the last ones to the sky with all their heart and cheered.
At that moment, everyone had a new understanding of the word "collective".
Such a class atmosphere without class bullying or discrimination is quite rare. In addition to Class 1 ruled by No. 2 Fan Zhuo and Class 3 who surrendered because of fear of the mysterious methods of No. 8 Black Wizard, there is only Class 9.
Zong Jiu didn't want to admit that he was indeed a soft-hearted person.
After this weekly test, Class 9, which was originally nearly 50 points away from 600 points, once again achieved a leap.
They are only 15 points away from the goal of the midterm exam.
Although the results are gratifying, it still makes people anxious.
Because this is the last weekly test before the midterm exam, the next time they will have to go directly to the battlefield.
If there is a little mistake, the whole class of trainees will be buried with it.
Zong Jiu took a shower and left the dormitory. When he went to the classroom, the class was already full of people, except for him.
"You came so early today? Not bad, you are aware."
The magician complimented him casually, but when he looked closely, he found something wrong.
All the trainees in the class gathered in a circle, each with an anxious and disapproving look on their faces.
When they saw the white-haired young man walk into the classroom, they breathed a sigh of relief as if they had found their backbone, "Brother Jiu!"
"Brother Jiu, you are finally here. Come and persuade these fools. They want to become faceless people voluntarily!"
"That's right. They are probably a bunch of fools. No wonder they can't learn it no matter how hard they try. It turns out that their brains are full of water and flour. When they shake, they become paste."
"What do you mean by self-sacrifice? Why don't you see these guys with a smile on their faces being so dedicated on weekdays?"
There are now four faceless trainees in the grade. If you compare them, you will find that they do have a lot in common. Therefore, many people have already speculated and concluded about how faceless people are formed.
First of all, faceless people are nothing more than the last in each class.
Secondly, their social circles are very narrow. They are invisible people who are ignored and treated coldly in the class. They are either indignant or taciturn on weekdays and rarely communicate with others.
Finally, the pressure exerted on them must be very great. The pressure from all sides is enough to make them confused and distorted.
Of course, in addition to these three points, the trainees themselves have to make a choice. Just like the dean said, there is a certain degree of awareness.
Many trainees who become faceless people are also cowards. Sometimes under such extreme oppression, they choose to give up, most likely just to not live to endure the painful whipping, but unexpectedly, it is a bargain for other people in the class.
Through the gaps in the crowd, Zong Jiu saw that the last few trainees in Class 9 were sitting in the middle, each with a heavy and decadent look, deliberately creating an environment for themselves to become faceless.
Although the classmates in the class surrounded them and spoke out one by one, they could not hide the concerned expressions on their faces.
At this moment, the interests of the class were put behind, and the emotions of human beings prevailed.
No one wanted these poor students to sacrifice themselves to raise the class average score like other classes.
Zong Jiu's eyelids jumped, and he said coldly: "You should save your energy. Look at how autistic the trainees who became faceless people are. With your chaotic personalities, it's strange that you can change. If you have this time, you might as well do two more papers."
There was a burst of laughter in the class, and even No. 98 and No. 99 sitting in the middle couldn't help laughing, and laughed like a 250-pound idiot.
Zong Jiu didn't urge them. After they laughed enough, he put the book in his hand on the table and returned to a serious expression.
After seeing his expression, the atmosphere that had just become lively froze again.
"Not just before this exam, but in the next sixty days, I hope that such a ridiculous situation will never happen again. Aren't we studying hard for the whole class? Who dares to sacrifice himself and become a faceless man like in that broken diary, don't blame me for calling everyone to beat you up."
"Our class nine is always a collective, ninety-nine people, either live together, or die together. Not one less."
The white-haired young man's words were steady and firm, and resounding.
Although there were no gorgeous rhetoric or words, it made many B-level trainees and other big men cry.
Not to mention classmates, even the barrage burst into tears.
[Damn, I'm going to cry too, fuck, this is too touching]
[I'm already holding a tissue]
[The atmosphere of class nine is really great. Although it's not the best and strongest one in study, it is the most humane one. After watching so many live broadcasts of classes, I found that I still like this one the most]
[Yes, it’s mainly because the monitor of Class 9 is really good... Which monitor of other classes would spend time and effort to tutor these poor students? It’s good enough that they don’t unite the whole class to put pressure on them. They say verbally that they will not give up any poor students, but privately they let the whole class deliberately alienate the poor students, and use actions to show that they hope these poor students will become faceless people more than anyone else. I have really seen too many cold examples in the live broadcast room these days, which makes people feel cold]
[Yes, really, only Class 9 has achieved consistency and unity. I now zoom in the camera to look at everyone, really, from the expression, you can see that there is no trainee in the class who is hypocritical, and everyone sincerely hopes that the ninety-nine people can go to the end together]
......
[After this copy, I really changed my view of the magician. I don’t know why, although I followed his live broadcast before, although he performed well, I always felt that he seemed to have no feelings and was indifferent to everything. Alas, it's not that he has no feelings, but he lacks humanity and human touch. This copy really makes me look at him with new eyes, woohoo, Class 9, go for it! 】
[Yes, what the above said is so right, this is also my feeling. Alas, who would have thought that although this copy is so cruel, although everyone has graduated for so many years, it is so relatable]
In the classroom, the trainees' eyes were slightly red, and No. 99 sobbed and couldn't help crying.
This time no one laughed at him, everyone patted his shoulders comfortingly, with tears in their eyes.
Many trainees in the classroom had never been to high school, or had never felt this atmosphere.
But at this moment, ninety-nine hearts seemed to be particularly close to the ground.
All the trainees looked at each other and shouted hoarsely, almost overturning the ceiling: "I heard it! Class leader!"
"We are Class Nine, we live together, we die together, no one can be left behind--!"
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