Chapter 75: first Middle school (2/2)

[The time has come, the entrance to the studio has been blocked]

The heavy door slowly fell, and the gilt lights went out one by one.

[The studio scene is changing... please wait a moment]

With a sound of lifting, the walls that originally surrounded the studio rose again.

Many new trainees have some shadows about this scene.

When they entered the thriller trainee competition for the first time, behind the opening of the wall were those corpses that did not arrive at the studio on time, a sea of ​​blood, purgatory on earth.

However, this time, the outside is not as everyone guessed, the corridor connecting the dormitory.

The snow-white swan swept across the distant sky and fell along the golden sunlight of the sky.

The tall snow-white pillars of the temple stand below the field of vision, and the statues of the gods are carved on the top of the temple, and the spring of youth swaying from the fountain reflects the cold and colorful light.

The trainees stood on the top of Mount Olympus, stepping on the verdant grass, where the boundary between the gods and the humans was faintly visible, and there were vast and white clouds floating above their heads.

This scene is beautiful, but no one believes that the main system will do such useless work.

Just when everyone was in doubt, the mechanical sound slowly sounded.

[The third round of dungeons is a collective dungeon, and the trainees of each level enter the same large dungeon collectively, and the level of the dungeon is Super A Grade. S-level trainees will be randomly assigned to the remaining four levels to compete]

”Wow—”

The four words of collective copy rushed forward and covered their faces, triggering a whisper.

The discussion was focused on the CD level, because the SAB level had already been known in advance, and there were no surprises in their faces.

[The copy is in preparation...the copy is ready]

[Except for the C-level trainees, the rest of the level trainees will immediately begin space transfers]

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came from below the stairs. The trainees only felt that their feet were light, and the scenery in front of them solidified into large patches of color.

[Didi, the main system is being linked]

[The pre-story of the B-level collective dungeon is loading...]

The blue sky and white clouds just returned, and the lazy coziness of the temple grass suddenly changed.

Dark gray clouds gathered on the low concrete house, dark and heavy, making people feel inexplicably boring.

This is a very old school, not only from the dilapidated iron fence at the door, but also from the dirty handles on the flag-raising stand, it has been in existence for some years.

The teaching building is the only building inside that has been repainted with drape. Besides, the student dormitory is even more rudimentary and pitiful. It's just a hassle to put together wooden boards.

But it is this middle school that has created the myth of how many college entrance examinations are made and has become the premier key middle school.

Countless parents have cut their heads and don't know how much money they have to pay to put their children into this school, because its heavy-duty rate has reached an astonishing 100%!

Everyone arrives. As long as they can enter this school, no matter how mischievous students are, they will eventually become law-abiding students in the minds of teachers and parents.

It's another school season now. The school gate was already crowded with parents who came with their children.

They took the students wearing all blue and white uniforms and took the contract handed over by the teacher at the school gate, as if they did not see the above written ”This school is a boarding school. If students have accidents in the school, this school will not be responsible. ”” in red blood, signed his name with a big stroke, and then greeted the children around him to sign.

The trainees couldn't control their bodies, they could only see it uncontrollably reaching out and pressing a red handprint on the terrifying strip of terrifying contract.

The parents raised their heads with satisfaction and handed the contract to the teacher.

Someone was standing at the gate of the school and was responsible for explaining, ”Yes, we have been awarded national honors for many years... We will definitely cultivate talents that will attract the attention of the country... We will never waste extra Resources.”

”This school has a very long history, with strong teachers and a rich source of students. After 120 days, you will definitely see a refreshing child.”

”No matter how mischievous a child is, he will eventually become a good child with excellent learning and high moral character.”

......

What's completely different from all these pictures that seem to stay in the last century is the plaque hanging in front of the school.

The plaque was very new, as if it had just been replaced, with a black underside.

On that plaque read a few large characters: No.1 Middle School.

On the other side of the door, the banner was neatly posted: Only cultivate people who are useful to society.

Their colors are so bright, so bright that they seem to bleed.

At this moment, all the parents and teachers who bowed their heads all raised their heads and smiled at them with satisfaction, as if they had seen the future of this society.

The trainees found in horror--

These people's faces are horribly hollow.

They are all faceless people without facial features!