Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu didn't think much about the anomaly of the black wizard at all.

He only sneered while wiping his hair with a towel.

Everyone in No. 1 Middle School is required to wear blue and white school uniforms, only no. 8 is the most amazing, but whenever you are in the dormitory, you can change your school uniforms back to your black robe and hood, which is persistently distressing.

Soon, on tomorrow's weekly test, the change happened again.

This time, three faceless men appeared in one breath, all of them were trainees ranked first and second from the bottom in each class.

And without exception, like the first faceless trainee, they all changed on the eve of the exam, and the moment they walked into the exam room the next day, there was an uproar.

The result of the exam speaks for itself.

Those three classes happened to be one-tier classes away from 600 points.

After the appearance of the Faceless Man, they all crossed the 600-point line dangerously.

In this kind of test, when everyone can only test five or six hundred points, there is a test with more than 1,000 points, it is like a **** descending to the world. Not only was one missing two to three hundred points behind, but even one person gave the average score more than a dozen points.

This time, all the people in the three classes chose to be silent.

In the final analysis, unless it is a good friend who is too good to know each other, or a lover who is in love. In addition, no one really cares about the life and death of others, everyone only cares about the mid-term exam requirements for the whole year over 600. What's more, these transformed faceless people are themselves marginalized people.

Human beings are self-interested creatures. As long as they can achieve their goals, as long as they are not themselves transformed, what does it matter?

After this time, many classes even have privately such as the class 5 monitor, "I hope that the countdown of our class will also be acquainted. Those who only take the test of more than two hundred points to the countdown do not know how many of us will give him points."

"That's it, it's better to become a faceless person, just know the waste that drags the whole class."

...And so on, and so on, such extreme remarks are becoming more and more prosperous, like an undercurrent surging.

As of now, three of the nine classes in the whole year still fail to meet the standards.

Including nine classes.

Zong Jiu has been very strict recently, pressing down the countdowns of the nine classes to write the papers together, and they have to say three seven twenty one one by one if they can't make the wrong questions. Occasionally, I would even stand behind the classroom with books when I was in class, just to see if those few countdowns had listened carefully to the class.

When those pale pink eyes fluttered down, beautiful but extremely oppressive, everyone dared not follow it.

Compared to other classes, Class 9 is a bit better, and there are not so many thorns. Even if he did, he wouldn't dare to speak rudely to Zong Jiu.

There were some different voices when the squad leader was established before, but they all disappeared later.

After all, the class teacher of Class 9 is definitely not someone who they can act recklessly. That adult didn't say anything, so where is there a place for them to speak in their turn? Besides, apart from anything else, although Zong Jiu felt that this task was unpleasant in his heart, the actual performance he made when he was the class leader was obvious to all, and it did make the class average score higher and higher. Gradually, the trainees who were dissatisfied were convinced.

Coupled with the efforts of the bottom few in the class, it is obvious to all. On the 99th and the 98th, they even exploited their sleep time indefinitely, and even used special props, just to learn more.

They have good personalities, and there are a few of them in large organizations, so compared to other chaotic classes where no one is convinced, the cohesion of Class 9 is definitely not the same.

Before the last monthly exam, everyone might be quite murmured, but when the eighth place of Class 9 was finally announced, all the trainees genuinely threw the countdown to the sky and cheered.

At that moment, everyone had a new understanding of the term collective.

Such a class atmosphere without class bullying or discrimination is quite rare. Except for the first class of no.2 Fanzhuo's iron-blooded rule and the third class because of the fear of surrendering to the no.8 black wizard, there are only nine classes. .

Zong Jiu didn't want to admit that he was indeed a softer but not harder.

After this weekly test, Class Nine, which was nearly 50 points away from the 600-point average, once again achieved an ascent.

They are only fifteen points away from the midterm exam goal.

Although the results are gratifying, it still makes people restless.

Because this is the last weekly test before the midterm exam, you will have to go to the battlefield next time.

In case there is such a little omission, it is also the end of the funeral of the whole class of trainees.

Zong Jiu took a shower and left the dormitory. When he went to the class, the class was already full of people, and he was the only one left.

"Come so early today? Yes, I am conscious."

The magician complimented him smoothly, and only found something wrong when he looked closely.

The trainees in the class were all gathered in a circle, with anxious and disapproving expressions on their faces.

Seeing the white-haired youth walking into the classroom, they breathed a sigh of relief as if they had found the backbone, "Brother Nine!"

"Brother Nine, you are finally here, come and persuade these silly boys, they want to become faceless voluntarily!"

"That is, I'm afraid it's not a bunch of fools. No wonder I can't learn how I usually learn it. This dare to think is full of water and flour, and it becomes a batter when I shake it."

"Why don't you talk about self-sacrifice? Why don't you see these hippie smiling guys so dedicated?"

Now there are four faceless trainees in the grade. Just compare them and you will find that they do have a lot in common. Therefore, many people have guessed and concluded about how the Faceless Man formed.

First of all, faceless people are nothing more than the countdown of each class.

Secondly, their social circle is very narrow. They belong to transparent people who are ignored and indifferent in the class. They are either full of righteous indignation or few words, and rarely communicate with others.

In the end, the pressure exerted on them must be great, and the pressure from all aspects is enough to make them confused and distorted in personality.

Of course, in addition to these three points, the trainees have to make their own choices. As the dean of teaching said, there is a certain level of consciousness.

Many trainees who have become faceless people are themselves greedy for life and fear of death. Sometimes under such extreme oppression, they choose to give up, most likely just to not endure the painful whipping of whipping. On the contrary, it is cheaper for the rest of the class.

Through the gaps in the crowd, Zong Jiu saw that the bottom-ranked trainees in Class 9 were sitting in the middle, each with a heavy and depressed expression, deliberately creating an environment for himself to become a faceless person.

Although the classmates gathered around each other to speak out, but the concerned expression on their faces couldn't hide.

At this moment, the interests of the class were put behind the scenes, as human emotions prevailed.

No one hopes that these poor students will sacrifice themselves to raise the average score of the class like other classes.

Zong Jiu's eyelids twitched, and he said coolly: "You can save yourself, and see how autistic the trainees who turned into faceless people are. It's strange that you can change because of your personality that is like a flying dog. With this time, it might as well brush two more papers."

There was a roar of laughter from the class, and even the ninety-eight and ninety-ninth sitting in the middle couldn't help but chuckle, giggling like a two-hundred-and-fifteen-jin two fools.

Zong Jiu didn't urge. After they laughed enough, he put the book he was holding on the table, his expression returning to seriousness.

After seeing his expression, the atmosphere that had just become active again solidified.

"Not only before this exam, but in the next sixty days, I hope that such ridiculous situations will never happen again. We study hard, isn't it just for the whole class? Who dares to be like this? As in that broken diary, sacrifice yourself to become a faceless man. Don’t blame me for calling you guys to beat you up."

"Our Class 9 will always be a group. Ninety-nine people will either live together or die together if the big deal is bad. I'm not allowed to give me one less.

The white-haired young man's words were steady and determined, and loudly.

Although there is not such a gorgeous rhetoric or rhetoric, it makes many B-level trainees these big masters red eyes.

Not to mention the classmates, even the barrage burst into tears.

[Damn, I want to cry too, fuck, this is too touching]

[I'm already holding a tissue oooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[The atmosphere of Class 9 is really great. Although it is not the best and strongest one, it is the most humane one. After watching so many classes live, I found that I still like it the most.]

[Yes, mainly because the monitors of Class 9 are really great...Which monitors of other classes will take time and effort to teach these poor students? It is good not to unite the whole class to put pressure on them, verbally saying that they will not give up any compatriots who are undergraduates. In private, it is not to let the whole class deliberately alienate the undergraduates and use actions to show that they want these undergraduates to become no one. Face person. I’ve seen too many examples in the live broadcast room these days, which is chilling]

[Yes, really, only Class Nine has achieved the same heart-to-heart and unity. I now zoom in on the camera to look at everyone. Really, by looking at the facial expressions, I can tell that no trainee in the class violates yang and yin. Everyone sincerely hopes that ninety-nine people will come to the end together]

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[After this copy, I really changed my view of the magician. I don't know why, although I used to chase his live broadcast, although he showed great color, but I always feel that he seems to have no emotions and is indifferent to everything. Alas, it's not lack of emotion, but lack of humanity and human touch. This copy really made me admire him, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Yes, what I said upstairs is too right, this is how I feel. Alas, who would have thought that although this copy is so cruel, although everyone has graduated for so many years, it is so empathetic]

In the classroom, the eyes of the trainees were reddish, and on the ninety-ninth, they sobbed and couldn't hold back their tears.

No one laughed at him this time, everyone patted his shoulder comfortingly with tears in their eyes.

Many trainees in the classroom have not even gone to high school, or have never felt the atmosphere.

But at this moment, the ninety-nine hearts seem to be extremely close.

All the trainees glanced at each other, shouting hoarsely, almost overturning the ceiling: "I heard it! Squad leader!"

"Our Class Nine, we want to live together, we must die together, and we can't be less than one--!"