Chapter 76: first Middle school (1/2)
Seeing the faceless man's smile, everyone couldn't help but a trace of creeps sprang up from the soles of their feet.
They have no faces, but they can clearly feel the ardent and distorted smiles intuitively.
The skin smiles but the flesh does not smile.
At the same time, the teacher also announced to the parents that in the next 120 days they will eat and live with the students, advance and retreat together, and fight every upcoming exam battle.
”Parents are not allowed to enter. Please leave your children at the school gate. You will not be able to accompany them on this road in the future. They must face it by themselves.”
After everyone signed, the teacher issued black and white cards in turn, and parents without facial features sent their children to the school gate.
One by one, they bowed their heads to tidy up their children's clothes, the flesh on their faces was twisted up high, and they urged the children to be useful to the society.
”Mom and Dad are all for your good will send you here. Do you know how difficult it is to grab a place here and how expensive is the tuition for a year? Study hard, don't live up to our expectations, and get high scores in the exam. , To become a useful person to society, not to become a social scum.”
”You are all the flesh on the backs of our palms and hands. This society cannot tolerate waste. You want me to lift my head in front of my relatives!”
”What's wrong with suffering now? We are all doing it for you!”
......
The parents hate that iron can't make steel, and keep talking about their love, never mentioning the appearance of signing the death contract with their own hands just now.
”Karma squeaky squeaky——”
The high iron gates of the school were closed, iron chains with thick arms were locked to the iron fences, and cemented locks were put on them.
The students in blue and white school uniforms looked up at the fuzzy-faced parents waving at them, and were led into the school like puppets.
The surrounding scene changed from the school gate to a dark gray playground.
Surrounded by low and dilapidated teaching buildings, in front of which is a flag-raising stand full of stains, the whole school is surrounded by high walls, and the walls are wrapped with thorns and iron wire high-voltage nets, as if the sky is also imprisoned in the surrounding area .
Different from the empty playground in the previous plot, this small area is now full of square tables and chairs, like sections of broken wood, full of a sense of age.
Rows of teachers in white shirts and overalls stand not far from the front, with flat and terrifying faces, like sculptures poured out of the same mold.
The national flag flutters slowly in the air. It is not the style of the national flag familiar to any trainee, and it indicates that this is not reality, but a world full of distortions.
Finally, this scene freezes in the air.
[The pre-story is over, the main system link is complete]
[The third session of thriller trainees is open, currently in the collective copy of B-level trainees: No. 1 Middle School]
[The clearance mode of this game is survival mode, no need to take the main task]
Hearing that, the trainees on the playground were all dignified.
If the protection task is a task that all trainees are unwilling to receive, then the survival mode task is undoubtedly the most dangerous of many tasks. The purpose of the release of this mission implies that many people will stay here forever, let alone a collective copy.
After regaining consciousness, many people began to calmly look at the surrounding environment.
First, the tables and chairs lined up the entire playground, then to the grass growing in the cement floor of the playground, and the cracked seam on the flag-raising platform.
Of course, although the environment is important, most trainees are also concerned about the number of S-levels participating in the game.
But there are too many people on the playground, dazzling and dizzying.
There are nearly a thousand B-level trainees. Everyone is standing here in school uniforms. It is difficult to find the S-level wearing red badges from the crowd at a glance.
While the trainees were observing, the live broadcast room was also opened.
[All-round 360-degree panoramic camera with no dead ends has been turned on, and this round of competition is only open to live broadcasts for each class]
[The trainee has entered the live broadcast state]
Compared with the venue of the A-level collective copy, the audience of the B-level collective copy is obviously less.
But this time there are not thousands of venues like the solo show, nor is it like the second one. It's just divided by level, which greatly concentrates the audience gathering rate.
[The live broadcast room is open, brothers and sisters! 】
[Come in, come in, the venue for the B-class bosses...Is this a school? 】
[It looks like it is, and it's still that kind of shabby school. It’s too miserable, I don’t know if this is a ghostly alien copy, it looks like a great possibility in school]
[On the other side, all the A-level trainees have been thrown on the cruise ship, or a luxury cruise; the D-level seems to be on a deserted island, and I don’t know what to do with the island. The C-level stayed in Olympus. The C-level is really miserable. It is estimated that it is the most difficult of these levels]
The barrage chattered and discussed, and then the conversation changed.
[How many S grades are there in this venue? Sisters, hurry up and look at the camera together]
【what! I saw a no.8 black wizard, damn, no.2 Fanzhuo and no.10 Tuyumen are also]
[This game is worth seeing, that’s right, since the live broadcast, the entire forum has never seen the adult in the copy, and I don’t know if he has participated in the collective copy]
Just as the barrage was refreshing, the last prompt of the main system came quietly.
[The copy of No.1 Middle School has been officially opened]
[The duration of this copy is 120 days, and the copy will be closed at 12 noon on the 120th day and settlement will be opened]
With the disappearance of the mechanical sound of the main system, the frozen scene came to life in an instant.
The principal standing in the middle of the flag-raising platform took the microphone handed over by the teacher.
”Teachers and classmates, welcome everyone to attend the No. 1 Middle School in the next 120 days. Before enrolling, we will hold an entrance examination on the playground. Please take your seats in an orderly manner according to the serial number of each class. ”
Serial number?
The trainees bowed their heads one after another, and some people touched their pockets, and really found the little cards that had appeared in the front plot before. It clearly stated which person should be assigned to which class.
Zong Jiu also looked down.
He was placed in the ninth class.
The broadcast on the side guides all students to sit in the playground examination room in an orderly manner.
The huge playground is divided into ten areas, each class has exactly one hundred students, and all seats in dense mahjong are filled.
Everyone sat in silence, no old man would be as stupid as a reckless newcomer to try to resist the npc.