Chapter 80: first Middle school (1/2)
As soon as no.1 appeared, the classroom was suddenly silent.
Instead, the barrage screamed louder.
[Real-name envy of the ninth class student oooooooo, I also want to have such a class teacher]
[Ah this... No matter how fanatical worship is, you don’t have to, do you want to enter this hell-level copy? 】
[Laughing so hard at me, brother upstairs, so direct]
[Come on, those who can be selected into the horror trainee competition are all big guys. It is good for us rookies to watch the live broadcast between the horror dungeons. What do you think]
Originally Xian Zongjiu was still speaking harsh words here, trying to establish his prestige as the squad leader.
To be reasonable, if it hadn't been for this dungeon to engage in such an insidious collective mode, Zong Jiu wouldn't be concerned about these nosy matters. When he was in the psychiatric hospital dungeon, a newcomer dared to be a lone wolf; the deserted village dungeon could only go deep into the enemy camp after getting the inner ghost card. When it comes to fear, he has never been afraid, and has always been rebellious.
But now it's different. In case one of the trainees in the class loses the chain, the whole class will be the unlucky one.
Zong Jiu didn't want to be dragged down at all. He didn't know any of the B-level trainees in the class, but these people together can control your life and death, and it feels very uncomfortable. If their class really had a few hindrances, and they would get involved by that time, Zong Jiu would be mad at him without even needing an NPC to do it.
So to sum up, for his own sake, Zong Jiu also had to give the classmates a stance to stabilize people's hearts, so as not to lose the chain during the next exam.
As a result, when Ma Wei was halfway down, the head teacher came. The feeling of turning back at that moment is indescribable, and it is almost a dream of the kind of fear that the head teacher would stand behind when he turned back on the phone when he was a student.
Zong Jiu silently stepped forward and broke free of the hand on his shoulder.
He noticed that although the other party was wearing a suit, his hands were again wearing those white gloves. But even with so many layers of cloth covering, it can't dissipate the chill on the opponent's body.
Reminiscent of seeing the criss-crossing scars on No.1's hands in the dormitory of trainees, Zong Jiu was thoughtful.
The devil seemed to be indifferent to his indifference.
He shrugged, turned his head and walked to the podium, ”Ready to go to class.”
no.1 Who dares not to give orders?
Ninety-nine trainees, you look at me, I look at you, and immediately turned back to the seat.
No one dared to interrupt.
They smelled something wrong from the weird interaction between these two people.
Zong Jiu was about to pick a position in the last row of the classroom, but as soon as he walked back, a smile came from behind him.
”The squad leader should lead by example and sit in the first row of the class.”
So the white-haired young man's feet just stepped out, he turned his head and turned a corner, and turned into a direction facing the devil, steadily pulling apart the first row of seats and sitting down.
Sit and sit, who is afraid of whom!
Zong Jiu stared back unwillingly.
From a demon's point of view, the pale pink eyes are as round and fierce as a cat stepped on its tail.
As if being pleased, the man let out a chuckle in his throat.
When the other trainees saw this scene of them, they were all unabashedly shocked in each other's eyes.
Even the barrage is refreshing.
[No, don’t you think this adult’s attitude towards the magician is a bit strange...]
[I also found out that I was a bit deliberately targeted before, and of course I also had a sense of targeted just now]
[What I said upstairs is wrong. Although there is a sense of targeting, how can this feeling be so strange...It's not a hostile life and death, I can't describe it, but there are contacts, even if I have to say something It's kind of subtle... um]
[Positive answer, I always feel that the atmosphere between them is at odds with each other, but others just can’t get in the atmosphere between them]
[Indeed, that’s how it feels, but think about it, at the beginning, the devil expressed his appreciation for the magician in full view. Could it be that the magician behind agreed to the night clan’s solicitation and felt that he couldn’t make it through. So...? 】
[Can you stop guessing, how many times will I say, don't try to guess the psychology of this adult. In my opinion, adults think that magicians are more interesting and fun]
......
No.1 Teacher Nan is not only the head teacher of Class 9, but also teaches biology classes for the whole year.
For the first lesson, the book hasn't been sent yet, and the devil is not going to teach them.
After everyone was seated, one admirer finally spoke boldly, ”My lord...”
The slender piece of chalk rolled around on the white gloves, leaving behind an inconspicuous circle of dust.
The man's expression was slightly unhappy, ”Call the teacher.”
The admirer seemed almost to knelt down on the spot, shaking his whole body into a sieve.
”Ms. Nan and Nan.”
The devil nodded indifferently, ”For the next 120 days, I don't want to hear anything other than the word ”teacher” from your mouth.”
”This is a copy world of the horror trainee competition. It is not an infinite loop, nor is it a trainee dormitory. I am an NPC, your head teacher. But this does not mean that you can be superior in these ten classes and win without fighting. .”
These words can be described as very harsh and merciless.
It not only expresses the identity position, but also contains explanations.
Many trainees suddenly realized.
It turns out that the permissions of No.1 are different from them. Ordinary trainees need to enter the dungeon, but No.1 can act as an npc.
This rhetoric is enough to explain why from the first game, no matter it is the trainees or the barrage, no one has seen the trace of No.1.
In addition, the trainees also made up their own brains to play the NPC.
The role-playing mode is divided into three categories: low, medium, and high. The low-level role-playing mode is like a deserted village copy, just giving a normal card or an inner ghost card the identity is hastily.
The ID card of the moderate role-playing mode will give a character, and the trainees need to act in accordance with the character given by the ID card.