78. No.1 Middle School

Everyone looked over at once.

Looking at the most eye-catching white-haired magician sitting in the playground seat.

[Huh? Fuck, what's going on? Is the devil's last name Nan? ]

[You really believe it, Nanbowan Nanbowan, I know it's a fake name when I hear it]

[Ah, is Teacher Nan guiding students online? ]

[No, isn't the magician a newcomer admired by this adult? Why is he suddenly embarrassed in public now?]

[I want to ask this question too, the roses have been sent out]

[Back to the upstairs, have you all forgotten that the magician accepted the invitation letter from the Night Clan last time? Isn't this a slap in the face of No. 1? He deserves to be embarrassed now]

Zong Jiu, who is the focus of everyone's attention: "......?"

The smile on his face froze, and he became expressionless in an instant.

Zong Jiu really wanted to ask Teacher Nan if there was something wrong with your eyes.

There are so many trainees on the playground, from all corners of the country, with hair of all colors.

If you don't catch the gray-haired Fan Zhuo, what kind of man is this typical white-haired man!

But the well-dressed and righteous teacher Nan didn't let him go, but walked down slowly from the flag-raising platform.

All the B-level trainees were looking at him, but the man stepped on the shadows on every table accurately, like a hunter who accurately locked his prey, and like a misty gentleman in the Victorian era holding a black umbrella, with an elegant demeanor.

After getting closer, the devil deliberately dragged out his voice, "Not only dyed hair, but also wearing exaggerated colored contact lenses, openly violating school rules and regulations."

[Fuck, dyed hair and wearing colored contact lenses]

[Poor, the magician is very miserable, what did we albinos do wrong.jpg]

[Such a strictly managed middle school should be taken back to dye their hair black...]

[No way, so many trainees present will have to be taken to dye their hair? ]

When he said this, the head teacher naturally nodded and bowed, "It was our mistake. We forgot to inform the parents to cut their children's hair and dye it back to black before bringing them to school."

"Then according to school rules, how should this situation be handled?"

"This--"

The head teacher showed an embarrassed expression, "The school gate has been locked, and now there is no way to let these students who violated the rules go out for rectification. Why not..." He carefully looked at the face of this teacher Nan, "Why not record a demerit?"

Zong Jiu was not convinced this time.

He raised his hand, "I have albinism, not dyed hair."

Albinism?

The dean was speechless now. He looked at the devil, obviously wanting him to make the decision.

No.1 said with interest, "Oh? Then come to my office after school to check."

Zong Jiu: "..."

This line is very familiar and terrible, it's like dreaming back to the perverted doctor in the mental hospital.

"Of course, of course."

The dean wiped his sweat, "This is a student in your class, Teacher Nan, you can arrange it however you want."

When the topic turned to this, many B-level trainees who had previously thought that the magician had angered the devil and gloated over it suddenly realized.

Good guy, all this time, it turns out that they didn't mean to punish the magician. Looking at this way of deliberately beating in front of everyone and creating an opportunity to be alone, it seems to be a bit of a declaration of sovereignty to the Night Clan led by No.2, showing off.

Hearing this, many people secretly looked at No.2's expression at the moment.

The devil is indeed an unshakable myth in the infinite cycle, but if the Night Clan is stubborn, the audience is also looking forward to a good show.

But to their disappointment, Fan Zhuo did not have much expression, and his expression was still majestic and indifferent.

The blue and white school uniform worn by the Night Clan leader did not reduce the iron-blooded coldness around him even after changing out of the military uniform.

[I understand, No.1 feels that the person he likes has been robbed, and he is unhappy (x)]

[It is very likely that you said so. If you really want to hit him, you should have shaved your head with a pair of scissors on the spot]

[Are you a devil above? My white-haired magician beauty will never be bald. Thinking about that scene, the beauty dog ​​cried out]

[Ahhh, who can take the picture in my mind away! Although, I have to say it in a low voice, the magician's bald appearance will never reduce his beauty in the slightest! Shocking sound]

[Stop, stop. I think it is necessary for me, an old fan, to come out and say something. Don't use normal people's thinking to try to guess the psychology of that adult. He always does things according to his own preferences.]

After this episode, everyone's attention returned to the teachers who were marking the papers in front of the flag-raising platform.

What is shocking is that in such a short conversation, more than half of the papers in front have been marked.

The teacher wearing glasses piled the papers on the table, stacking them up according to the scores.

As the stack of papers became thinner and thinner, the trainees watching became more and more frightened.

The atmosphere became more and more tense and anxious.

In all the dungeons opened by the main system before, even the extremely difficult S-level dungeons would not give people such a feeling of no bottom in their hearts.

The sky was gloomy, the national flag was flying, and the dark gray cement playground was silent and dead.

The shadow gradually moved down, and soon, the last paper was declared to be corrected.

The teacher began to copy the scores to the grade ranking list. The big red paper was posted on the list, and the black ink was smeared on it, making it look so bright that it looked like blood.

The dean of teaching took the microphone, "Everyone stand up!"

The trainees stood up under the guidance of the assistant teacher, stood in the gap between the desks, and lined up in columns according to the class.

"Now let's announce the rankings according to the total score."

"According to the rankings read out, each class will be ranked internally. The first place will sit in the number one position, and this number will be your student number in the class from now on. From now on, in the 120 days of study, no one will care what your names are, and you will all be called class x, number x."

There is no doubt that the first place went to No. 2 Fan Zhuo.

But the embarrassing thing is that even if he was the first in the grade, he only got a score of more than half of the total 1150 points in nine subjects plus the Olympic test questions.

After the test papers were handed out, the gray-haired vampire sat in the first place in class one, frowning and looking at the red test paper that was handed out to him.

The second-placed black wizard was even worse, and his distance from the first-placed Fan Zhuo was nearly 100 points.

But at least he was second, and the next one would be even worse.

The black wizard was in class three and got the position of student number 1 in class three.

Of course, the third place could not be another S-level non-African trainee Tu Yumen, but a half-blood who was not very memorable.

Unexpectedly, he was also from Class 1.

So far, Class 1 has taken two of the top three, and became the student number 2 of Class 1.

The top three were successfully announced, and the barrage was also discussing.

[Damn, this tragic score, if this is not a copy world but the real world, absolutely no one can get into college, laughing and crying]

[Which college entrance examination in the real world requires nine subjects plus Olympiad mathematics? There is no need to connect it with the real world]

[But one thing is right, everyone is confused by the main system, this score looks too shabby]

[That can't be helped! Every profession has its own specialty. What we learned in the infinite loop is how to survive desperately. Are you using Chinese, math, English and five-three to fight monsters? 】

[It's really amazing that Mr. Fanzhuo can get nearly half of the score. If I were allowed in, even if I stepped on the answer sheet, the score I read out would be higher than mine]

[Hahahahaha, I laughed and cried, but the Night Clan is really strong. The third place is also a half-blood clan, so amazing]

Next are the fourth to tenth place.

"Fourth in the grade, Zong Jiu from Class Nine."

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and walked to the first place in the class under countless surprised eyes.

He didn't pay attention to the eyes of others, and directly picked up the test paper handed out by the teaching assistant on the table to look at it.

In these four hours, Zong Jiu wrote basically everything he could write, and even wrote a little about politics in the last ten minutes.

In addition to his good memory, he also has a very advantageous point, that is, Zong Jiu has strengthened his hand flexibility to the top level.

What is the concept of top flexibility? Not only was his wrist and five fingers extremely powerful, but when he wrote at full speed, he almost became a shadow, comparable to those faceless NPCs who graded papers.

Thanks to this, Zong Jiu wrote faster than anyone else, so after finishing the science questions, he began to add words to the liberal arts questions crazily, earning a lot of points.

However——

The white-haired young man looked at the big zero in the political part of his paper and raised his eyebrows without surprise.

Soon, the top ten were announced.

I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but the ten were basically evenly distributed. Except for Class 10 and Class 1, Class 1 got two top ten, but Class 10 didn’t get any.

Then, the voice of the announcement became faster.

The trainees took their seats in their respective classes according to their rankings.

The further back they moved, the more nervous the trainees who were not called became.

In such a survival copy, falling to the bottom was undoubtedly equivalent to a death sentence. What's more, he didn't die at the hands of a ghost, but died in such a cowardly way.

No one would want to end up like this.

[The test was too watered down, everyone was a novice, and the top ten in age were just standing out from the noobs]

[That's right, there are still 120 days in the future. If the trainees were given some time to study before the exam, they wouldn't have to fight such an unprepared battle. Alas, I feel that the trainees who ranked last in the test are miserable, really unlucky]

[Indeed, if they were given a little time to review, it wouldn't be like this. I have reason to believe that the next exam will probably be terrible]

The rankings were read to the last 50.

What's even more surprising is that among those whose names were not read, there was actually an S-level boss, Tsuchimikado.

Not only the barrage, but the trainees who had already sat down also exchanged glances.

It's not that they would execute an S-level!

Finally, when everyone was on tenterhooks, Tsuchimikado's name was finally read out among the last 13 people.

"Nine hundred and eighty-seventh place, Tsuchimikado of Class 7."

The Onmyoji breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to say whether he was lucky or not.

When he was in school, his academic performance was not good. It was the same even if he entered the infinite loop. He would not become a top student just because he became S-level.

But at least he stepped on the line between life and death and landed, tears welled up in his eyes.

The head teacher put away the list, "The announcement of the grade rankings ends here."

So far, the last ten were finally revealed.

The ten B-level trainees standing there were stunned in disbelief.

Someone immediately protested loudly: "This is unfair!"

"That's right, why should the initial test when we just entered school determine our life and death! We haven't learned this before!"

"It's been so many years, who the hell still remembers the content of high school, are you kidding us?"

Faced with their protests, the faculty and staff were unmoved.

The head teacher gave a cold order, "Execute!"

The next second, the whip covered with barbs broke through the air and nailed the ten trainees, and their skin and flesh were immediately torn and blood was dripping.

There were many who wanted to use special tools to fight back, but they couldn't move, as if they were fixed in place by something mysterious, and could only watch the whip swing.

The screams spread throughout the playground, and the standing trainees were knocked to the ground in an instant.

Every time the whip was raised and fell, a large piece of scarlet blood and broken flesh would be brought up, and the scars would be broken, revealing the white bones inside, which was frightening.

Both the barrage and the playground were silent.

Even if there were their former colleagues and friends among the last ten, no one dared to step forward and openly disobey the orders of the NPC. They knew that if they went against the NPC, they would only die.

Under the oppression of the iron law of the main system, even if the S-level fell to the bottom ten, there was still only one word "death".

Until this moment, everyone realized a fact.

This copy was different from all the horror copies they had experienced before. Even the level of special props and life-saving trump cards of each person have become useless.

Here, either study or die!

Amid the screams, the dean whispered, "That... Teacher Nan."

"Huh?"

"The student who dyed his hair just now ranked fourth in the grade."

The dean rubbed his hands and flattered, "Our school has always given preferential treatment to students with good academic performance. The admission rate depends on them! Do you think it's not-"

"Don't worry."

The devil showed a tacit fake smile and threw down four words coldly.

"I know my limits."

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