The more Zong Jiu answered the questions at a moderate pace, the more curious Mr. Nan, who had been secretly watching him, became.
As the biology teacher of the entire grade, No.1 not only watched the drama unfold by himself, but he also manipulated his puppet to wander around the various classes to watch the drama unfold. Occasionally, he would personally stir up trouble and gain first-hand information.
Since Fan Zhuo and Zong Jiu were exchanging information in private, the other classes naturally could not sit still with clues in their hands. For example, the class monitors of Class 5 and Class 10, who advocated for the entire class to become faceless trainees at the bottom, and the other classes who were neutral.
None of these small actions could escape the devil's eyes. He was happy to see how the trainees struggled to survive this hellish instance.
No.1 was swaying in front of him, but Zong Jiu was too lazy to even lift his eyelids. The tip of his pen spat out ink and smoothly glided across the test paper.
Although the results of this exam were tested using tarot cards, the cards showed that the ninth class had passed safely without any mishaps.
Of course, even if victory was in his grasp, it did not mean that Zong Jiu would drop the ball on the spot.
On the contrary, in order to pull up the class's average score, he had been doing a lot of questions these days. Relying on his good memory, he had even memorized many standard answers. When he encountered similar subjective questions, he would copy them accordingly.
Soon, under the silence of the audience, time was up.
[I don't know which classes will pass this time. I'm so nervous!]
[Me me me me me too! I've been switching between different classes these days. There are still two classes that did not pass.]
[Wuhu, I'm only concerned about the results of Class 9. Can someone tell me?]
[Hahahaha, I also like Class 9. Class 9 happened to step on the line when I was doing the questions last time. It's a little dangerous. Whether they pass or not depends on their luck.]
[God bless, I really like the atmosphere of Class 9. I hope they won't be completely wiped out.]
Soon, it was time to mark the test papers.
No.99 sat in his seat, unable to sit still.
His face was the color of pig liver. He raised his trembling hand. "Teacher, can I go to the toilet? I'm nervous before the exam. I drank too much water and need to pee. "
Pu.
His voice rang out in the silent sports field, and everyone could hear him. The originally serious atmosphere was swept away, and everyone burst into laughter.
Trainees didn't need to drink or eat, but generally speaking, even if they didn't eat No.1 Middle School's shoddy cafeteria, they would still drink some water. In order to stay up late at night to get a cup of hot water or make some coffee, it was rare for them to not touch a drop of water.
However, it was rare to see someone like No. 99 holding his bladder because he drank too much water.
The Dean glanced at the student number on his chest in disdain and did not answer.
The teaching assistant standing at the side said coldly, "If the class needs to execute you after the results are out and you don't come back, we will make your life a living hell."
This threat was truly frightening. It made the other trainees who had the same idea retreat one after another.
Originally, everyone wanted to test the method of urinating to see if they could buy some time. Now, no one dared to keep quiet.
99 shuddered on the spot. "Yes! I'll come back as soon as possible. "
After he finished speaking, he covered his crotch and jogged all the way to the teaching building. He looked really anxious to hold his bladder.
It wasn't the first time that No. 99 had screwed up. Class 9 trainees laughed and didn't say anything. On the other hand, Tokumon from Class 7 also raised his hand to go to the bathroom. Later, a few of the weaker trainees also went to the bathroom one after another.
In the exam room, the psychological pressure that the weaker trainees endured was much greater than that of the top trainees. Whether a class could cross the line depended not only on the top trainees' self-improvement, but also on the performance of the weaker trainees.
No one paid too much attention to this little episode.
Only Zong Jiu looked at No. 99's back as he walked away, and looked away as if nothing had happened.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the results were out.
When the results were announced, the Class 9 trainees gritted their teeth, and their faces were already filled with the resolution to die.
A week before the midterm exam, four faceless trainees had already appeared in the grade.
When the midterm exam began, other than Class 1 and Class 9, at least one faceless person had appeared in all the other classes. Especially Class 5, which had a total of three, and instantly jumped to the upper middle of the rankings.
The teaching director was announcing the scores according to the average score.
The classes that passed all cheered and applauded.
"614 points, Class 7!"
Class 7 was stunned for a moment, and then they all applauded.
Someone muttered in a low voice, "If it weren't for the fact that our class had a faceless person first, we would've definitely been dragged down by No. 10 this time."
"That's right … We can avoid it this time, but can we avoid it next time? He's an S class, and he can't even be taught. That's amazing. "
They had no intention of covering up their whispers, and almost all of them reached the ears of Tokumon, who was at the back of the line.
Although he was an S class, Tokumon didn't seem to be having an easy time. The trainees in the class dared to be angry at him, but they didn't dare to say anything.
Fortunately, he had a good personality, and even if he wasn't a chief, he could still entertain himself, and he would never give up on himself. He wouldn't listen to what others said, and although he was a bad student, he would still study seriously.
No one who could become an S class in the midst of thousands of troops was easy to deal with. Other things aside, they must have encountered countless life and death situations in horror dungeons, and their horizons were much broader than others. If this little bit of pressure could defeat them, then the Earth Imperial Gate might as well just abdicate and give up their position.
After seeing this scene, Zong Jiu touched his chin, thinking that he could consider pulling No. 10 into his team.
To be safe, he would go back and test it with tarot cards later.
"607 points, Class 2!"
.....
Now that the score had been announced to a little over 600, the Class 9 trainees had a pained expression on their faces.
With such a small score difference, it was difficult for another miracle to happen. The score announced would only be lower than 607, who knew if it would be exactly 599?
But now, there were at least three classes whose scores had not been announced. Some of the trainees in these three classes even began to put their hands together and chant Amen.
"602 points, Class 9."
Class 9!
Class 9 trainees looked at each other, and after a second of silence, it was followed by earth-shattering cheers. They stood up and clapped with sincere and relaxed smiles, attracting a lot of attention.
Among so many classes, the other classes didn't have such a cheering atmosphere, and the class monitor of Class 5 even took the lead and sneered, "What's there to be happy about, you can hide for a while, but can you hide for a lifetime? It'll be your turn in the next monthly exam. "
In stark contrast to the joy of Class 9, the other two classes had fearful and dejected faces.
One of them was from Class 10, which had always been good friends with the class monitor of Class 5.
The class monitor of Class 10 was now trembling with his desk and chair.
Their class didn't have anyone in the top ten of the grade to begin with, but after the appearance of the faceless man, there were conflicts and disagreements within the class, causing their academic performance to decline, and now they were all regretting it.
The other class, Class 4, was even worse. During the last weekly exam, the faceless man had finally appeared and pulled their scores up, so the trainees in the class had probably relaxed a little. They didn't expect that someone would make a mistake in this mid-term exam, and pull down the points that had been pulled up.
The trainees in these two classes stared at the dean standing in front of the rostrum, waiting for the final miracle to happen.
Unfortunately, the dean put down the white paper in his hand.
In an instant, their blood froze.
"The above are the classes with the passing scores for this mid-term exam."
"The passing score for the next monthly exam will be an average of 800 points, all classes please be prepared."
"Next, unrelated people please leave the field, the execution will begin immediately."
All the trainees sucked in a breath of cold air, and even the bullet screen couldn't believe it.
[F * ck, what's going on with this group dungeon, are they really going to kill everyone?]
[That shouldn't be the case, have you seen the dungeon for the trainees of other grades? There's actually a way out.]
[I've seen it, but with all due respect, I really can't see where there's a way out in this school dungeon.]
[Sigh, there's always a way out, but after all, this is a group dungeon … You know, the main system's purpose is to eliminate people. Even if there's a way out, it's definitely only left for a small number of people. This dungeon is destined to not let everyone survive.]
The average score was 800 points!
What kind of concept was that? The total score was only 1150 points, and after eliminating the 100 points for those difficult Olympiad questions, a total score of 800 points was almost equivalent to getting more than 120 points for language, math, and English, and more than 70 points for each of the other subjects.
Again, for trainees who were only required to study for three months, this was undoubtedly as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Many B-grade trainees even covered their faces and cried on the field. Their expressions were filled with despair.
This dungeon was too long, and such a high level of fear and oppression was enough to obliterate the minds of most people.
They spent so much time learning high school knowledge that was completely useless to them, just to save their lives.
Despair enveloped the field.
.....
After the irrelevant people left the field, this time, no one was in the mood to watch the tragic scene on the field.
After experiencing it twice, that kind of scene had already made everyone numb.
Screams, cries of pain, and random tearing sounds rose and fell one after another.
Zong Jiu returned to the classroom, gave 99 a look, and the two of them walked one after the other to the corridor.
Using the noise from below as cover, they propped themselves up on the corridor and began to talk in low voices.
"How is it?" Zong Jiu asked.
"That place is locked, and there's no one there, but we can't get in either."
99 shook his head, "They only open the door when something happens to the students, and then sweep the corpses in with a broom like they're taking out garbage."
99 said hesitantly, "It's just that … when I stood outside, I felt that it was very cold inside."
'Cold?'
Recalling Tokumon's promise that this wasn't a supernatural dungeon, Zong Jiu's eyes flashed with a hint of contemplation.
Of course, this kind of professional thing needed the help of a professional. If possible, he had to trick Tokumon into taking a look.
The white-haired youth bent his finger and tapped on the railing, "Before the second monthly exam, we have to enter the Corpse Pool once."
There was a sentence in the diary that the girl left behind. On the 4th of July, she said that she found it, and it was right next to the Corpse Pool.
This sentence came out of nowhere, but it attracted Zong Jiu's attention.
Unfortunately, the first few pages of the diary were wet, or else they would have been able to find more clues.
There must be some clues in the Corpse Pool that pointed to the key to this dungeon.
However, the annoying thing was that the Corpse Pool was usually built under the school building, and it was locked with a metal door. There were also teaching assistants standing guard, and the teaching assistants would only leave during exams. That was why Zong Jiu asked 99 to pee in public.
Fortunately, they still managed to obtain some valuable information.
The only thing he was worried about was how they were going to open the locked door outside the Corpse Pool, and how they were going to avoid the eyes of the teaching assistants. Before that, he had to bring a psychic like Tu Yumen to investigate the scene.
If they just followed the school's usual schedule, the Corpse Pool was strictly guarded, and it would be difficult to find an opening.
Fortunately, they didn't have to wait too long for this opportunity.
A week after the mid-term exams, the First Middle School suddenly announced that because the higher-ups had requested for the all-round development of Virtue, Intelligence, and Beauty, in response to the call, the teaching office had decided to set aside an entire afternoon to hold a basketball final.
After hearing the news, Zong Jiu's eyes flashed.
The opportunity was here.