Thriller Trainee

The sky is still dark.

This kind of weather in normal times always gives people a foreboding of wind and rain. Put it now, it's cheaper for the examinees to answer, so they don't have to be sweated profusely by the scorching sun.

The examination room was very quiet, and the needle drop was audible, only the rustle of the pen on the test paper could be heard.

Life and death are at stake, regardless of whether they will do these questions or not, even if they pick up a pen, they have to do it!

No one will let the multiple-choice questions pass, after all, one in four chances of getting it right. Fill in the blanks and essay questions are left to fate.

Science subjects are really not, so skip it. I don’t remember the subject of liberal arts.

The reading and comprehension of Chinese is nonsense, the formula of physics and impressions, foreign trainees cannot write Chinese, and English is their home field. Although everyone usually speaks very casually and basically has nothing to do with grammar, they can also guess and write a little bit like guessing the language. Fortunately, although it is a copy world, there is not much difference in world history. As long as people with three views of integrity in politics can do multiple-choice essay questions.

It's a pity that you don't need to write an essay. If you can write an essay, I am afraid that everyone's first goal will be to have a composition that is 60 points worth.

But as it was written, the trainees also discovered the weirdness of political topics.

Political questions have no multiple-choice questions at all. They are all developed in the form of essay questions. At first glance, the questions are very fake.

Topic 1: How to become a useful person to society?

When many trainees see this question, they just answer it directly with their pen, and they don't need to think about what they should write. Even if there are trainees who think a little more, they will not think so much when combined with the same high school exam content on the front page.

Zong Jiu glanced at politics, put aside his pen, and started with science first.

He is very skeptical that there is a problem with the politics of this society.

If other people follow this line of thinking to answer, it would be a waste of time for a short four-hour exam to spend time on projects that require writing so many words like politics.

I have to say here that Zong Jiu is lucky.

First of all, his memory is really good. In addition, magicians occasionally play mathematics magic, so compared to other people's eyes are blackened, at any rate choose the problem of Jiulian Gulian, and use the reverse method to write that little.

But it's only a little better. Can only write, but the accuracy is not guaranteed.

B-levels are all old people who have been rolling and crawling in an infinite loop for many years. If this copy is replaced by a newcomer who has just been dragged into an infinite loop, there may be a little way to go. Changing to an old man is Zhibiao's S-level difficulty.

Zong Jiu suddenly remembered the Sheng Yu he had encountered during the first copy.

According to Sheng Yu himself, he was caught in this copy while he was still in his third year of high school. If he is still alive, this copy may be as easy as a fish in water for him.

Speaking of Sheng Yu, Zong Jiu's eyes sank again.

He thinks there is a big problem here.

First of all, in the original text, Sheng Yu is a non-existent character, who only appeared because of Zong Jiu's butterfly wings fanning up.

Secondly, why would Sheng Yu be manipulated by no.1 as soon as he played? Are there some unknown existences among them?

If Zong Jiu's idea holds true, it is likely that the devil has been eyeing him earlier, but he doesn't know anything about it.

Irritating.

The white-haired young man held his head and flexibly turned the pen in a circle between his slender fingers with his right hand.

The invigilator who happened to patrol his side saw this scene and warned in a cold voice, "No pen transfers are allowed during the exam."

Reminder to reminder, it didn't come with a whip like before, maybe this is also distinguished according to the severity of the plot.

Zong Jiu obediently stopped writing and continued to bury his head in the vast sea of ​​questions looking for topics that he would do.

[I also drew a paper closer and made it with the trainees. jpg]

[How do you feel upstairs? After many years, I was pulled back to the college entrance examination **** again, don’t you feel very kind, slap your shoulders]

[Kind, it's so kind, I saw my scalp numb, my head buzzed, and the teacher's previous teaching echoed in my ears]

[This is really not a question for people. The Olympiad questions on the last page really made my eyes straight. This is the difficulty of the International Olympiad... Yeah.]

Time passed by every minute.

For four full hours, it was like sitting on pins and needles.

The sky was still dark and heavy, and autumn was dull, but there was no sign of rain.

Even though they knew it was useless, the trainees still stubbornly filled the entire test paper, looking at the densely packed words.

At the end of the exam, there was a small episode in the middle of the exam.

A man in a suit, leather and black leather shoes did not know from which corner he walked gracefully, his black hair was tied behind his head, his dark golden eyes were narrowed, his handsome and angular face was full of bewildering beauty, and other pale faces that were vague and without facial features. Out of place.

Several B-level trainees who saw this scene in the gap between the pens were so shocked that they couldn't hold the pen firmly and flew straight to the ground.

It's the adult! ! !

There is never a shortage of no.1 enthusiasts among high-level trainees. Even if it is now in the exam room in the dungeon, his appearance has caused a riot.

The trainees were all red with excitement, staring at the demon standing in front of the flag-raising platform like a pilgrimage, exchanging incredulous eyes with each other.

Many people participated in this competition just to get a glimpse of this man.

It is a pity that since the two copies of the thriller trainee game started, there has been no news of where no.1 appeared in the copy venue. Even when the routine rating and dungeon are turned on, no.1 is often missing.

Now he actually appeared in the collective copy of the B-level trainees. All the B-levels and the feeling of Glory Yan came to life spontaneously.

Mu Qiang's concept 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 since turned into a deep-rooted symbol in everyone's minds. Even if everyone is in a different force, they will still worship and thirst and enshrine the existence of the altar.

The barrage is also crazy.

[Ah ah ah ah fucking! ! It’s no.1 adult]

[Misty Grass Misty Grass, has it finally appeared! I am ecstatic to dance! 】

[I was in tears. Why did I watch so many copies of the issue and switch from one channel to another? What made me jump thousands of channels in the first instance, just to find a figure that hasn't appeared until now? 】

[The groundhog screams! To tell the truth, our team is watching the live broadcast together at the base, and now all of them are kneeling on the ground]

In these barrages, there were also some people who had a tricky angle and found that something was wrong.

After all, the devil appeared in the faculty seat without any cover, and even the principal and the dean also treated him with courtesy.

[Is it possible that this is the privilege of no.1? I didn’t even change my clothes into school uniforms.]

[It should be the no.1 privilege. We didn’t see the live broadcast of no.1 before, and we don’t know what's hidden in it]

[Then the gap between no.1 and no.2 is really big, but it is also, the c-bit debut is definitely different]

[I think this is too unfair...]

[It’s not that I said, don’t forget to follow the basic etiquette. The adults didn’t start the live broadcast before, maybe just because they don’t want unrelated people to wait for more judgments]

[It doesn't matter, everyone is real-name anyway, and the barrage sent out knows who is who. If anyone speaks too much, you don’t need to scold him, just wait for the adult’s followers to come to the door.]

[That is, upstairs upstairs upstairs, do you really think you are playing a fair draft? This is an infinite loop. Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss. Is it really the main system to do charity for you? If you are strong, you can also play Keyboard Man]

[Oh, I know that when it comes to this adult’s barrage, it’s a **** storm again]

[So, only I noticed that there is no rose on the chest of no.1]

[The village upstairs is connected to the Internet? The rose was given to that white-haired magician long ago]

Just when the B-level trainees were excited in the examination room, the dean suddenly announced in a cold voice, "It's time for the exam!"

The invigilators lined up to the side immediately began to collect papers in an orderly manner. Of course, more proctors still stand in place, monitoring the candidates for cheating.

It's a pity that this rough test disrupted everyone's rhythm plan. Everyone was a rookie and all depended on each other. If you didn't know it, you would choose C. Everyone is like this, there is no place to copy, if you get the right answer and copy the wrong answer, how can you have to pay for it?

After collecting the test papers, the invigilators held a large stack of test papers and placed them on the table in front of the flag-raising table in the order of the class.

There were already thirty or so teachers sitting there, unscrewing the red pen in his hand, and started scoring papers quickly.

What's even more frightening is that they are extremely fast in scoring papers, almost incarnate as a question-watching machine. Everyone changes a subject, and at a glance, they know how many points they have scored in the subject, and the red pens are flying in and out.

On the other side, the teacher had already posted a big-character poster next to the playground, with five characters "ranking rankings" written in ink on it, waiting for the scores to come out and starting to rank in order.

This scene saw all the trainees standing upright.

At this rate, I'm afraid that in one hour...no, half an hour later, dozens of graders will be fresh out.

At that time, it is also the time to decide the date of death.

Just when they were nervous, the dean of instruction nodded towards the demon and turned to announce to everyone.

"Dear students, this is the special lecturer and consultant Teacher Nan hired by our school from colleges and universities. In the next 120 days, Teacher Nan will lead and guide the teaching work of the whole year, let us Applause welcome!"

"Papa, papa--"

Quite a few B-class patted their hands red with excitement.

No one thought about why no.1 was called Teacher Nan, and no one questioned why they were all students, but no.1 was a teacher.

The iron law of infinite loop, the weak have no right to question all the decisions of the strong.

Only Zong Jiu, who was sitting honestly in his seat, was taken aback for a moment, and then let out a sullen laugh from his chest.

At first, he suddenly realized that he thought the devil's real name was Nan.

Later, after thinking about it a little bit, I realized that it was wrong, and then laughed out loud.

Writing no.1, pronounced as Nanbowan, isn't it the surname Nan?

This is really a fake pseudonym that can no longer be faked, and it is hilarious without sincerity.

Naturally, among a large group of excited trainees, Zong Jiu, a student who made no secret of laughing out loud, was eye-catching enough.

At least for people who have been around him since the beginning.

The dark golden pupils narrowed dangerously.

After the welcome, the dean asked respectfully: "Teacher Nan, look, you are now...?"

The background of this teacher Nan is very big. It is said that all the students he teaches are 985211 with the worst record.

The first middle school finally invited this cash cow. Naturally, what he said was what he said, and he would do whatever he wanted.

"No need."

The black-haired man raised his hand casually, "I only provide guidance and supervision."

"Oh, by the way, didn't you say you want to choose a class teacher?"

The teacher head nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and a flattering expression was squeezed out of his face without facial features, "Yes, yes, it is the greatest honor of our school that you have this meaning!"

head teacher?

The trainees in the ten classes immediately cheered up, their eyes burning with expectation.

Who knows that the devil hooked his mouth, "Then class ninth."

Zong Jiu, who was still bowing his head and grinning secretly, made a bad sound.

He raised his head and met the other person's gaze with a smile.

"—Oh? How come there is another dyer in this class?"

Everyone glanced over.

Zong Jiu: "..."