88. No.1 Middle School

The class whose names were called out was full of smiles, celebrating around their seats, in stark contrast to the other two classes.

After the eighth place was announced, the ninth place was about to be announced.

The two classes whose names were not called out were Class 7 where Tohno was, and Class 8.

The trainees in these two classes had their backs tensed like a bowstring, their palms sweating, and they stared closely at the movements on the flag-raising platform.

The elimination of the entire class did not care about how the first place in the grade was. Even if the first place in the class was the first place in the grade, the punishment would still be imposed.

At least Class 10, which was not even in the top ten in the grade, was ranked seventh in the total score, and its overall strength was stronger than the trainees who were in the top ten in the grade.

There were students with good scores on the papers in Class 7 and Class 8, but now they still had to be punished together with the group. It was normal for them to feel psychologically unbalanced. The top students in Class 8 even started to curse and blame those who were dragging their feet.

Especially Tsuchimikado, who was ranked 99th in Class 7. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the nervousness of this S-level boss.

He would not be afraid of any other ghosts and monsters, but he was so nervous only about the test results.

He was not only afraid of bringing trouble to the whole class, but also afraid of the humiliating death that was just around the corner.

[I am so nervous. What should I do? If something happens to Tsuchimikado, then there will be an empty seat in the S-level? ]

[This dungeon is completely unreasonable. How can it be divided according to academic performance...]

[Alas, then it all depends on the main system? Did the main system pull you into an infinite loop and ask for your consent? ]

[You can't say that. Isn't that what a survival dungeon is like? This round obviously tests the trainees' organizational and cooperative abilities. It's a pity that there were maggots in the last cooperation plan.

As if to enjoy the atmosphere of anxiety and fear, the dean deliberately paused for a long time, and even took a sip from the thermos cup beside him, and then slowly announced it under the eyes of the public.

"Ninth place in average score... Class 7."

Song Jiu clearly saw that Tsuchimikado seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his tightly clasped hands loosened without a trace, and his elbows were scarlet.

"Do it!"

"Don't sit and wait for death, it's time to do it!"

At the same time, the eliminated Class 8 trainees suddenly became agitated.

They prepared all the special props early, and they immediately took action after the dean read out the ninth place.

No one wants to be eliminated in such a ridiculous way, and no one is willing to succumb to fate. This is absolutely a consensus among everyone.

Anyway, they were going to die anyway. If everyone gathered their strength to resist, there might be a way out.

At that moment, Soujiu suddenly had a premonition.

After all, they were S-level, so it was impossible that they had no means to save their lives and no trump cards.

Tsuchimikado shared a dormitory with him. He always studied with the lights on until late at night. When he was really sleepy, he would draw a Yin-Yang technique or stick a talisman on his face. There were several times when Soujiu got out of bed to get water and was even scared by him. He thought he was a zombie that jumped out of the school's corpse sink.

Although the Yin-Yang master didn't say it on weekdays, he was obviously worried about his poor academic performance. It was said that he quietly made Yin-Yang talismans for all the classmates just in case.

If the last place was really Class 7, Tsuchimikado should have planned to lead the whole class to resist.

Just like Class 8 now.

"Please evacuate the playground immediately if you are not involved. If there are still people on the playground within five minutes, they will be executed."

Seeing that the trainees of Class 8 collectively chose to resist, the people in the teaching department were not surprised.

Every year, there are such self-righteous students who repeatedly do not listen to lessons.

The faceless people immediately waved their whips and stepped forward. Seeing this, students from other classes evacuated in an orderly manner.

Just after all the irrelevant people left the playground, the situation on the playground changed again.

The trainees shrank back to back to their original form, and the faceless people continued to shrink the encirclement.

There are several B-level students in Class 8 who do have trump cards, and one of them can even be invisible for a few minutes.

"Their special props can't be used."

Zong Jiu stood in front of the railing on the third floor, frowning.

Several other class leaders also stood near him, observing the situation on the playground.

The collective resistance of Class 8 was also the result of their previous discussion.

After the failure of the blank paper operation, the class leaders decided to discuss other methods privately.

But in short, it is absolutely unreliable to pin all hopes on the group, so this time the brainstorming is mainly to think about the worst angle.

Although the hope is slim, it is worth a try, at least the result is mutually beneficial.

The trainees who were not punished also paid close attention to the resistance of Class 8. Even if only one person can break through the siege, it can provide valuable experience for everyone.

"The situation is not good, it should be useless."

Looking at the current situation on the playground, the black wizard spoke faintly, "After all, it is a collective copy. The goal is survival of the fittest. There is no dying struggle."

Just like the ten B-level ones at the beginning.

The bottom ten in the test were at least executed without sufficient preparation. This time, all the trainees in the class were ready to take out special props.

The barrage was still encouraging.

[Although it is a collective copy, will there be a miracle if the trainees in the class are together? ]

[I am also thinking about this question. There are a total of ninety-nine people. What if it's okay?]

[If you don't go, you will die. If you go, you will die. Then you must choose to go! ]

[Cheer up for Class 8 from a distance, go, go, go]

But it still didn't work.

At the moment when the dean announced the result, the special props of all the trainees in Class 8 lost their effectiveness.

This is still a one-sided massacre.

Even because of the attempt to resist, the scene became more tragic.

The twisted face, blood and flesh splattered, the broken internal organs and bones were exposed under the lead-gray sky. After half of the head was blown off, the eyeballs stained with blood and tissue fluid rolled into the stinking ditch beside, and were swallowed by the sticky black sewage in an instant.

The black vultures appeared from nowhere, squatting on the bare branches, ready to have a full meal at any time.

The sun finally parted the dark clouds,

The cold winter sun shone on the concrete playground, making people feel cold to the bone.

The life of a class disappeared in the eyes of everyone in such a shocking and tragic way.

Many trainees in the corridor could not bear to watch any more, and returned to the classroom one after another.

With this time, they might as well think more about how to improve their grades, so as not to die in the next round of exams.

Finally, the last trainee who was still alive was also beheaded.

The pungent smell of blood made Fan Zhuo's dark red eyes more obscure.

Half-bloods are not the most perfectly evolved vampires after all, and it is difficult for them to remain indifferent when facing blood.

He said hoarsely, "There are still three exams."

The class leaders of each class remained silent, and no one expressed their opinions.

The inability to completely unite is still the biggest problem between them.

The behavior of reporting each other last time may still happen again.

There are even a few trainees who don't say it verbally, but feel in their hearts that this is a good time to get rid of their competitors.

The trainees who rank at the top of the grade class are naturally worry-free, and under the worry-free, they also have a few more dark thoughts.

The horror trainees will still be hostile to each other in the end of the competition. Since they can get rid of their opponents without spending a single soldier now, why not do it?

Even if they can come up with a good way to benefit each other, these people will not be willing to cooperate.

Then, the assistant teacher brought a water pipe as thick as a thigh, turned on the tap, and flushed the broken limbs and corpses on the playground to the sewer next to it.

Because there were too many corpses and bloodstains, they could not be transported to the body sink one by one, so this was the only way. It was indeed a huge and difficult project.

The dean announced the arrangement of the next exam.

"The midterm exam is scheduled for thirty days later. We compared the average scores of this year's candidates and felt that the gap was indeed too large compared to the outstanding students in previous years. So-"

"If the average score of each class in the next exam does not exceed 600, the whole class will be punished."

Zong Jiu's eyes moved away from the blood-red playground.

He looked at the shade of the tree not far away.

The black-haired man still wore the pair of gold-rimmed glasses that looked like a concave shape. This weakened the strange and sharp aura around him, and instead added a few more settled bookish airs.

The shadow of the leaves perfectly blocked him, and any light that reached his body was annihilated like a black hole.

Facing this drama, No.1 looked indifferent and unmoved.

However, just when Zong Jiu's eyes moved to him, the demon lazily raised his eyes, and his dark golden eyes accurately captured the white-haired young man standing at the railing on the second floor.

The wind blew.

The wind lifted the white hair on both sides of the young man.

Even though the distance was too far, the demon could guess what kind of expression was in the other's light pink eyes.

It was exactly the same as his, but completely different indifference.

So similar, yet in opposite directions.

In a sense, Guiguzi's predictions were really accurate and terrifying.

For example, from the first time he saw Zong Jiu, the demon's blood was clamoring that this person was destined to be his enemy.

Zhuge An's tricks in another C-level copy, No.1, who enjoyed some mentor privileges, knew it very well.

Probably at the latest after this copy is finished, the turbulent undercurrent hidden beneath the calm surface will be completely broken, or as the prophecy says, it will go to the complete and irreversible opposite side.

In fact, getting rid of the enemy before he is fully developed is undoubtedly the most cost-effective and optimal solution.

But perhaps in that narrow space, the eyes like bright stars are too dazzling, so dazzling that the cold blood that has remained unchanged for years also boils, and chooses to indulge.

Such an interesting existence is not easy to find.

For so many years, the fun that the devil has gained from the infinite loop is not even better than the existence of the white-haired young man alone.

He is like a huge gift box, which can give the devil a different surprise every time it is opened.

If it is destroyed, it will be too meaningless.

Then I hope... before it breaks, he can have fun.

The devil hooked his lips, suddenly closed his ring finger and little finger, bent his thumb and index finger and middle finger to 90 degrees, and fired a shot at the young man on the railing.

From a distance, Zong Jiu saw the mouth shape of No. 1 clearly.

The black-haired man laughed expectantly in the wind.

"boom——"

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