Chapter 78: first Middle school (2/2)
Unexpectedly, he was also in the first class.
So far, the first class has won two of the top three, becoming the student number 2 of the first class.
The top three came out smoothly, and the barrage is also being discussed.
[Really, this tragic score, if this is not a copy world but a real world, absolutely no one can get admitted to college, laughing and crying]
[Which college entrance examination in the real world requires nine subjects plus Mathematical Olympiad? No need to connect with the real world.]
[But one thing is right, everyone is confused by the main system, this score looks really shabby]
[That's no way! There is a specialization in the field of art, and what we learn in the infinite loop is how to live desperately. Is it possible that you use the language to count English and five or three to fight monsters? 】
[Van Zhuo can get nearly half of the score is really good, if you let me in, even if you step on the answer sheet, the score will be higher than me]
[Hahahahahahahaha laugh and cry, the real power of the non-night clan is very strong, the third place is also a half-blood, too powerful, right?]
Four to ten are next.
”Fourth grade, Class Nine Zong Nine.”
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and walked to the first place in the class amid countless surprised eyes.
He didn't pay attention to the eyes of other people, and straightly picked up the test paper issued by the teaching assistant on the desktop to watch.
In these four hours, Zong Jiu wrote almost everything he could write, and he even touched on politics in the last ten minutes.
In addition to his good memory, he also has one advantage, that is, Zong Jiu has strengthened his hand dexterity to the top.
What is the concept of top flexibility? Not only the wrists and five fingers are extremely powerful, but also when writing at full power, it almost becomes an afterimage, which is comparable to those faceless NPCs with correction papers.
Thanks to this, Zong Jiu's writing speed is faster than anyone else, so after finishing science, he started to add words frantically to liberal arts topics, earning a lot of points.
but--
The gray-haired young man raised his eyebrows as he watched the political part of his curly face.
Soon, the top ten will be announced.
I don't know if it was intentional or intentional, the ten are basically evenly distributed. Except for Class 10 and Class 1, Class 1 got the two top ten, but Class 10 did not get any of them.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the reading became faster.
The trainees took their student numbers in each class according to their rankings.
The more the ranking goes back, the more nervous the trainees who have not been named.
In such a survival copy, falling to the bottom is undoubtedly equivalent to a death sentence. What's more, it is not dead in the hands of ghosts, but such a useless way of death.
No one would be willing to end up in this way.
[The water in the test is too great, everyone is cooking, and the top ten is just standing out from the chicken]
[That's right, there won't be one hundred and twenty days in the future. If you give the trainees a little time to study, you won’t be able to fight such an unprepared battle. Alas, I feel that the last ten trainees in the final test are very miserable, and it’s really unlucky]
[Indeed, as long as you give a little time to review, this is not the case. I have reason to believe that the next exam is estimated to be terrible]
The ranking reached the last fifty.
What is even more surprising is that among those who didn't read the name, there is actually an S-rank tycoon Tuyumen.
Not only the barrage, the trainees who had already sat on their seats also exchanged glances.
It's not going to be executed by an S class!
Finally, when everyone was in fear, among the last thirteen people, the name of Tu Yumen was finally read.
”Nine hundred and eighty-seventh, the seventh class of Tuyumen.”
Onmyoji was relieved, and he didn't know whether to say he was Ou or Fei.
When he was in school, his academic performance had not been very good, and it was the same if he entered an infinite loop. He would not become a schoolmaster just because he became an S grade.
But anyway, it was stepping on the shore of life and death, tears filled his eyes.
The dean put away the list, ”This is the end of the grade ranking.”
At this point, the last ten were finally announced.
The ten B-level trainees standing in place were stunned in disbelief.
Someone immediately protested loudly: ”This is not fair!”
”That's why the first-time entrance examination has to decide our life and death! We haven't learned this before!”
”It's been so many years, who remembers the content of high school, is this for fun?”
Facing their protests, the faculty were unmoved.
The director directly ordered indifferently, ”Execution!”
In the next second, a whip full of barbed thorns came out of the air and nailed to the bodies of these ten trainees.
There are many people who want to come up with special props to resist desperately, but they can't move, as if they are fixed in place by something mysterious and mysterious, they can only watch the whip wave.
The screams spread throughout the playground, and immediately knocked the standing trainees to the ground.
Each whip and whip can bring up a large piece of scarlet blood and minced meat, and the scars are broken open, revealing the white bones of Nerisson, which makes people fearful.
Both the barrage and the playground were silent.
Even if the last ten had colleagues and friends of their own, no one dared to go forward and blatantly defy the NPC's orders. They knew well that fighting against the npc would only end up with death.
Under the pressure of the iron law of the main system, even if the S rank fell to dozens of people, there is still only one word ”dead”.
Until this moment, all people recognize a fact.
This copy is different from all the horror copies they have experienced before. Even what level of special props each person owns, and how many life-saving hole cards he owns, all become useless.
Here, either learn or die!
In a scream, the dean of instruction whispered, ”That... Teacher Nan.”
”Ok?”
”The student with dyed hair just passed the fourth grade exam.”
The director rubbed his hands and said flatly: ”Our school always treats students with good academic performances preferentially, and their admission rate is guaranteed by them! Do you think--”
”rest assured.”
The devil showed a tacit smirk and dropped four words coldly.
”I have a sense of measure.”