Thriller Trainee

At this moment, an assistant teacher ran over on the playground quickly and whispered a few words to the dean.

They whispered in front of the rostrum, seeming to have a dispute, and finally took a watch and repeatedly determined the time.

The dean frowned, turned his head and ordered another teacher next to him. The teacher took a few people and walked hurriedly towards the teaching building.

After the episode was over, the teacher in the teaching office announced it loudly.

"Wait a minute, we received an application message from an applicant. The scores of Class 9 need to be recalculated."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Re-scoring? This is unheard of.

The dean said impatiently: "This is indeed one of the school regulations of No.1 Middle School."

In fact, the people in the teaching department were also a little puzzled.

Because this school rule is too cumbersome to implement, it has not been printed on the school rule manual a few years ago, and I don’t know where the applicant learned about it.

Everyone looked at the magician who was standing at the end of the ninth class queue.

"The magician really figured out a way? Oh my god, I started to recalculate the score."

"Before so many squads who were executed were nothing but the magician's magical powers. He really has a hole card."

"This newcomer is too terrifying, it's worthy of being an existence favored by that adult."

......

Not only the people in other classes, but the trainees in Class 9 were teary eyes, shouting "Brother Nine" in their mouths.

But Zong Jiu stood still and didn't speak.

Because he knew very well that he had only successfully connected to the main system just now, and hadn't started to talk about transactions at all, how could he get a "re-scoring" result.

At its root, I'm afraid this is still the 99th.

Zong Jiu saw it, and many bullet screens also zoomed in to see the line.

[No...Is it the ninety-nine? ? 】

[Ah oh oh no, I really like the 99th, like everyone in the 9th class, he is usually so funny, how can he be so confused when encountering such things! Obviously the magician said there is a way]

[This is probably gone, there are ‘ninety-seven people’ written on the table, alas, he may have done the re-scoring.]

The gray-haired young man stood in front of the desk with his eyebrows downcast, his expression indistinguishable from happiness.

The magician ran his fingers across the line on the desktop, turned his head back suddenly, his voice was calm, "Who knows where the ninety-nine is?"

The other people in Class 9 have not realized that something may have happened on the 99th, let alone the message on the table. At this moment, some monks are confused, "Didn't he go to the bathroom?"

"Yes, it wasn't a urgency on the 99th. I saw him heading to the teaching building."

"Wait, why does this kid go to the bathroom for so long? Our class has read out the results..."

Only standing on the last ninety-eighth, his complexion began to turn white when he heard the dean of teaching say to re-scoring the four characters.

Gradually, everyone seemed to understand something, and everyone was shocked.

Because Zong Jiu very calmly said, "I haven't had time to communicate with the main system."

Ninety-eight suddenly stood up from his seat, and accidentally overturned the table to the ground.

The reaction on the 98th made all the trainees in Class 9 react.

They rushed around, looking anxious.

"He on the ninety-nine, he..."

A big man suddenly became uncomfortable speaking at this moment. He couldn't even speak completely. He cried as soon as he said a few words.

At this moment, Ninety-eight remembered many, many things, many, many clues.

Many students in Class 9 have good relationships with each other, and even the fifty-odd number who provoked Zong Jiu on the first day of sorting was convinced in the end.

In particular, a few poor students who have always been naughty and mischievous have a good relationship. Among them, the 99th and the 98th are examples.

Both of them are very lively and cheerful. On the ninety-nine, he was the youngest in the class, and everyone regarded him as a younger brother, and he was also happy to play treasures.

Ninety-eight is not much older than Ninety-Nine, but Ninety-Eight takes longer to enter an infinite loop than Ninety-Nine, and it also belongs to the organization. I was able to chat on weekdays, and soon became a piece of cake.

Neither of them is the type who can learn something. One scratches his head on science questions, the other recites a section of liberal arts and forgets a section. The top students in the class give them alternate tutoring, but the scores are still stunned and can't be raised.

Although the two of them didn't talk about it on weekdays, they were still very guilty and felt that it was a hindrance to the whole class of trainees.

After the first monthly exam, I couldn't sleep on the night of the ninety-eighth.

In the middle of the night, after the lights in the 407 dormitory were turned off, No. 99 crawled onto his bed in the dark, scared No. 98 so much that he almost shouted that there was a ghost.

That day happened to be the day when Class 9 found the first clue, knowing that becoming a faceless person can raise the average score of the class.

The two of them were silent for a while hiding under the covers.

The ninety-nine sighed.

The mid-term exam requires a full 600 points. For the nine classes at that time, it was too harsh, and the future was extremely slim. Not to mention that they are still the worst learners among the ninety-nine trainees in the class, and they will only be a hindrance to class nine, and they are far from the average score.

They talked a lot that night, just like every real high school student faces a night when they are confused about the college entrance examination, they talk about everything and talk about their fear of death.

They are all old people in an infinite loop, but none of the copies they have experienced before is as cruel and desperate as the collective copy now, but they are full of incompatible warmth.

On the ninety-nine, he said, if that happens, he might as well die first. Anyway, he has no father or mother since he was a child, and there is no one who is particularly concerned about in the real world. He couldn't read a book before, and he did everything for his livelihood. Even if he died in the horror copy, no one remembered him.

On the ninety-eighth, he punched him in the quilt, saying that you, the younger brother of Class 9, must of course be the eldest brother to die. If you are strong, you will be careful if I can't kill you.

It was originally such a serious topic, and the two of them were chatting about it. The fierce tone could no longer be pretended, and he burst out with a laugh.

They smirked in the dark and covered their heads with quilts to avoid disturbing other trainees who were still resting in the dormitory.

A week later, the two of them went to the next class to move books together, and suddenly something minor happened.

The class they went to happened to be the eighth class who sacrificed heroically in the first monthly exam.

Each class has clues left by the students of the previous year, and the content is much the same, basically pointing to the final ending of the class.

After the classroom of Class 8 is empty, few people will pass by, only Class 9 next door sometimes passes by to get some extra scratch paper or pens. Unexpectedly, it was during the process of taking the paper that the 98th and the 99th accidentally found clues left over from the previous session of this classroom.

It's just that the clue to this classroom is the No. 1 Middle School rules, but there are some rules and regulations in it that are different from the current school rules manual, and there are a few more invisible school rules.

Later, it was the dormitory head who volunteered to become faceless.

This incident dealt a big blow to both of them, especially the Ninety-Nine who had a good relationship with the 15th on weekdays.

On the way from the examination room to the playground, Ninety-Nine lowered his head, weeping all the way.

He said that he died for him on the 15th.

Ninety-eight was also uncomfortable, he patted the ninety-nine on the shoulder, but he didn't know that the other party had already made up his mind.

Until now, he didn't know what kind of decision he made on the 99th.

On the ninety-eighth, he couldn't catch his breath. He couldn't speak completely and couldn't cry. "...He should have seen a clue to re-scoring in that school rule."

Zong Jiu frowned, "Do you know the specific content of that school rule?"

Ninety-eight shook his head, "I went to take a bath at the time. I was thinking about seeing it after the bath. He said that he happened to go out just now and gave you the clue to Brother Jiu."

Everyone can guess the follow-up by seeing the magician's suddenly dark face.

[Ninety-nine did not give the clues to the school rules to the magician at all...]

[I think it’s very possible. If the 99th is really determined, then he should have planned this for a long time, otherwise he would not use the excuse of going to the toilet to leave at the end of the exam, when he left. No one doubts, obviously it’s been a long time in preparation and the will to die has been decided]

[Oh, yes, he must have planned for a long time. I guess the clues in the hands of Ninety-Nine must have a solution to this game, but it is probably not a good way... Ninety-eight also said that he deliberately said that he had handed over the school rules to the magician. In fact, the school rules He must still be in Ninety Nine's hands, he just doesn't want others to see the contents]

[No wonder everyone didn’t know that there was this invisible school rule. From the beginning, it was cut off on the 99th]

So far, the trainees in Class 9 have not given up hope.

"If you just apply for re-scoring, he should be fine on the ninety-nine, maybe he has a stomachache now, what about the last big one?"

"Yeah, he is so naughty and mischievous on weekdays, and he has the most spooky ideas. How can he risk himself to do such stupid things."

"Maybe he just wanted to surprise everyone, that's why he hid secretly...We have to trust him."

Although they said so, everyone's tears couldn't stop streaming out.

No one wants to believe that answer.

Because of the re-scoring, it is very likely that ninety-eight individuals in the nine classes will score instead of ninety-nine.

......

At the time of the internal dialogue in Class 9, the rostrum finally reached a conclusion on the matter. .

The teachers who had gone back and forth came back, said a few words with the dean, and called the teaching assistant over.

Soon after they left, the result of the second unification came out.

The dean held a blank paper and announced, "Class Nine, 802 points."

"It's not fair!"

Of course, the first to yell out is the class 5 monitor, "Why can they re-scoring, we have to apply too!"

Not only the fifth class, but the sixth class that had just been sentenced to death was also angry. They quarreled on the playground and caused faculty members to whisper. They all said that it was a good thing that the school rules were not renewed that year.

The Faceless Man looked very impatient, "Apply for re-scoring. If the final score is the same as the current score, then the applicant will have to live and become a human to die. Is anyone in your two classes willing to stand up and apply?"

The class that was noisy just now was put on a rest.

Although they are all dead, no one wants to have their limbs cut off and their eyes gouged out. The man who cut his tongue.

What's more, the trainees in their class are extremely selfish and self-interested. No one wants to use the pain they may have to endure in exchange for the whole class.

Having said that, some people are still dissatisfied, "Then why did their scores get higher after re-scoring?"

Soon, everyone will know the answer.

The assistant coach who had just left in a hurry finally came back. Everyone was carrying a heavy black bag with blood constantly oozing outside, dragging away a long blood stain.

They can be heard talking from afar in the playground.

"Students like this kind of jumping off the building are hard to pick up, they are broken into several pieces, and their heads burst.

"Satisfied, roadside sanitation workers know that the quality of our school students is good this year, and they have to sweep a few walks in previous years."

The other person laughed, "It's better to hang it. This kind of poor life really causes trouble if you die."

No one speaks.

Only the instructor sneered with the microphone, "Because the applicant for re-scoring died before the scoring process. Now there are only 98 people in Class 9 and there is no 99."