87. No.1 Middle School

The Night Clan also has some records about Zhuge An.

The most important one is his origin.

Because of the Taiji Bagua Plate, many people guessed that he was the student chosen by Guiguzi.

When Guiguzi died, ten years later, all his old subordinates were wiped out, and there are even fewer records.

No one knows what kind of mission Guiguzi left for his students.

These are secondary. The most important thing is that no one thinks Zhuge An is a good person.

On this point, they are absolutely consistent with Zong Jiu's views.

Even if Guiguzi left a mission, Zhuge An didn't seem to be the kind of person who would obey obediently. Every force was almost fully alert to him.

I guess No. 2 couldn't have thought of this. His ninth brother, who still had a childhood filter in his eyes, had become familiar with the two dangerous people he just mentioned.

On the third day after talking with Fan Zhuo, the postponed monthly exam finally came.

The same time, the same place, and even the weather had returned to its usual dark state.

Under the command, the trainees moved the desks and chairs to the playground, arranging them in neat rows and columns, covering the entire playground.

The exam was about to start, and the atmosphere was tense and dull.

This time, it was not like the last round of baseline exams, where we had to fight an unprepared battle, but it was time to really test our strength.

Zong Jiu saw through the window that the teaching assistants were clearing the playground and checking the desks one by one to see if there were any problems. Once a problem was found, they had to replace all the desks and chairs.

The white-haired magician turned around and swept his eyes over the whole class one by one with a sense of oppression.

"The exam is coming soon, so I won't say anything extra. This exam is not only about your own life, but also about the lives of all the trainees in the class."

"There are only four hours of exam time in total. There are nine subjects plus Olympiad questions, so you definitely can't finish answering them all. Just like we analyzed before, do the multiple-choice questions first. Do the ones you know first, and skip the ones that you don't know or take a long time to do."

Zong Jiu's eyes stayed on the trainees with the lowest academic performance for a while, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you really can't do it, just calm down and fill in a few more words on it. You can also do politics first."

Here we have to talk about politics, the weirdest subject among the nine subjects.

Taking politics class really makes people's fists hard.

Although the values ​​of the copy world are a hundred times different from those of the normal world, it is the first time I have seen such distortion.

In this world, technology is changing with each passing day, so sociologists and scientists began to discuss how to maximize social productivity.

It is under this utilitarian trend that new laws and policies have been introduced.

After referring to countless documents and observing countless experiments, sociologists have divided people into two categories.

One category is people who are useful to society, and the other category is people who are useless to society.

Experts firmly believe that people who are useful to society can show useful characteristics from an early age, especially their test scores during school years. They firmly believe that only those who have good academic performance, excellent academic performance, and are admitted to universities will be the backbone of this society in the future.

People who are useless to society refer specifically to those bad students who were naughty, did not study seriously, and fell in love and fought early during their school years. Such people are the dregs of society even after leaving the campus, and will not make the slightest contribution.

Gradually, as time goes by, such thoughts have penetrated into all walks of life.

As the recognized cradle of mankind, schools are naturally the first to bear the brunt.

Many radical right-wing experts firmly believe that those who are useless to society cannot create value even if they are alive, and it is better for them to die and add fertilizer to nature. Under the influence of this atmosphere, key middle schools and colleges have come up with life and death contracts. As long as parents want to send their children to study, they must sign a life and death exemption.

Parents naturally hope that their children will succeed, and they have no idea what kind of hell they are sending their children to.

The mainstream social thought of this copy is also faithfully recorded in textbooks. Students trained under such circumstances will also become supporters when they grow up, and believe that the survival of the fittest is justified.

In short, the political class is really a heart attack for those who take it, but for the sake of grades, they can only endure it.

Soon, the teaching assistant gave the instruction for the students to go down to take the exam.

Under the strong request of the whole class, Zong Jiu reluctantly folded his hands with them.

"One, two, three, come on!"

After cheering and encouraging, Zong Jiu also paid special attention to No. 99 who had been tutoring under him for more than 20 days.

In other classes, the last few students were left out. Only in Class 9, the atmosphere was good and the last few students were given tutoring every day.

Although their academic performance did not improve much, they really got along well with each other. They spent more than 100 days together in such a hellish dungeon, and it was only 30 days, and revolutionary friendship emerged. Other classes were very secretive about cheating, fearing that those with poor grades would implicate themselves, but in Class 9, almost more than half of the students volunteered to help the last few students cheat.

"Pay attention, the risk is too great, so forget it."

If you are caught cheating, you will be given zero points for all subjects. It is indeed too risky. One mistake will drag down the whole class. After thinking for a long time, Zong Jiu came out to stop it.

"Don't be nervous, take the exam well, and perform at your level."

After the other trainees left, Zong Jiu encouraged No. 99.

Although he has tried so hard for so long and still hasn't been able to improve No. 99's grades, this guy is indeed a good character.

His academic performance is a bit poor, but he has an inexplicably good relationship with the trainees in the class, and he fights with his allies. It is said that several forces in the class want to recruit No. 99 after the dungeon is over.

This guy has been in the infinite loop for so long, and he can reach level B with his free man status. This shows that he has good talent and luck, and is willing to work hard and endure hardships. If he can survive this dungeon, he will be considered to have made it out of the horror trainees.

"Good!"

No. 99 pulled No. 98, and the four or five poor students stood in place and saluted the whole class playfully, "Do not disgrace the mission of Class 9! Bring honor to Class 9!"

Ten minutes later, when all the trainees were seated, the exam began.

Blank test papers were handed out from the front and spread out on everyone's desk.

In the examination room, only the rustling sound of the pen tip on the test paper can be heard.

[I don't know how high the grade average score can be raised this time]

[The score almost doubled in the last weekly test. It seems that it is still a mystery which class is lagging behind]

[Now, the seventh class of the Tohgumon boss is a bit dangerous, and the ninth class of the magician is about the same, but I personally think that the eighth class is also possible, and the fourth class is also dangerous... These classes all have outstanding trainees. It would be a pity if they were collectively eliminated]

[I will switch to another channel first, and then return to the live broadcast room to see the results after four hours]

Zong Jiu was working hard, and suddenly he noticed a shadow cast down.

No.1 was dressed very formally today, perhaps because he was the chief examiner, wearing a black suit, a white shirt and a tie, and even pretending to wear a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

The plain lenses blocked his malicious sight. Only when the daylight shone over could the cold tones on the edge of the lenses be seen.

Seeing the white-haired young man looking up, the man casually pulled his tie and glanced at him condescendingly, "Take the exam seriously, there is no answer on my face."

Zong Jiu didn't say anything, let the pen turn on his elbow, fully expressed his disdain, and continued to answer the questions with his head down.

Although he wanted to say to No.1, "Don't hang around in front of me," one of the rules of the exam room is that talking is not allowed.

Zong Jiu would not be fooled by the devil.

......

This time the four hours passed faster.

"The exam is over, please stop answering all candidates and wait for the invigilator to collect the papers in turn."

When the signal of the end of the exam came from the flag-raising platform, everyone stopped writing.

A class of trainees was only one line away from finishing a big science question, and they were still struggling desperately.

However, the next second, he cried out in pain. The pen in his hand flew backwards, and a hideous wound was torn open at the tiger's mouth, and sticky blood dripped down.

"Class 5, No. 14, has not stopped writing after the exam. You will be punished once. You must accept the punishment within three days after the exam."

The playground was silent, with only screams.

No one cared about this little episode. The trainees followed the teacher who was grading the papers under the flag-raising platform.

It only took less than an hour to grade the thousand papers, and the final list could be decided by then.

Every time the teacher who counted the scores sang a score, everyone's heart trembled.

This was a long wait and a tormenting trial.

Silence and fear were infinitely magnified, and the heavy feeling in the stomach made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Everyone's life was tightly compressed and only entrusted to a thin piece of paper.

The college entrance examination paper entrusted the fate of every high school student, but this paper entrusted life.

Finally, the last paper was also declared to be graded.

The dean walked slowly up to the flag-raising platform, took the red paper, and began to announce the top three students and the class rankings in turn.

The invigilator also distributed the corrected papers.

This time, Zong Jiu overtook the opponent, climbing from fourth to third in the grade.

"The first place in average score is Class 1; the second place in average score is Class 3; the third place in average score..."

The classes whose names were called all breathed a sigh of relief and clapped their hands to encourage each other.

The later the names were called, the more nervous the classes whose names were not called became.

Recalling the tragic scene of the last ten in the first test, some trainees could not control their trembling in their seats.

Zong Jiu tilted his head and saw No. 99 leaning his head on the table with a frustrated look on his face.

This looked like he had not done well in the test.

It happened that the dean announced the eighth place.

"Eighth place, Class 9."

The trainees in Class 9 were all stunned, and then they showed ecstasy and stood up from their seats clapping.

"We passed, we are not the last one!"

"You are good, you can pass like this, the monitor must have tutored you a lot!"

"I have tutored you every day for dozens of days, your head is almost bald, you have to treat everyone to dinner when you return to the dormitory!"

They lifted up the last few who had not figured out the situation, threw them into the air, and smiled with relief.

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