Chapter 92: first Middle school (1/2)

Zong Jiu didn't think much about the anomaly of the black wizard at all.

He only sneered while wiping his hair with a towel.

Everyone in No. 1 Middle School is required to wear blue and white school uniforms, only no. 8 is the most amazing, but whenever you are in the dormitory, you can change your school uniforms back to your black robe and hood, which is persistently distressing.

Soon, on tomorrow's weekly test, the change happened again.

This time, three faceless men appeared in one breath, all of them were trainees ranked first and second from the bottom in each class.

And without exception, like the first faceless trainee, they all changed on the eve of the exam, and the moment they walked into the exam room the next day, there was an uproar.

The result of the exam speaks for itself.

Those three classes happened to be one-tier classes away from 600 points.

After the appearance of the Faceless Man, they all crossed the 600-point line dangerously.

In this kind of test, when everyone can only test five or six hundred points, there is a test with more than 1,000 points, it is like a **** descending to the world. Not only was one missing two to three hundred points behind, but even one person gave the average score more than a dozen points.

This time, all the people in the three classes chose to be silent.

In the final analysis, unless it is a good friend who is too good to know each other, or a lover who is in love. In addition, no one really cares about the life and death of others, everyone only cares about the mid-term exam requirements for the whole year over 600. What's more, these transformed faceless people are themselves marginalized people.

Human beings are self-interested creatures. As long as they can achieve their goals, as long as they are not themselves transformed, what does it matter?

After this time, many classes even have privately such as the class 5 monitor, ”I hope that the countdown of our class will also be acquainted. Those who only take the test of more than two hundred points to the countdown do not know how many of us will give him points.”

”That's it, it's better to become a faceless person, just know the waste that drags the whole class.”

...And so on, and so on, such extreme remarks are becoming more and more prosperous, like an undercurrent surging.

As of now, three of the nine classes in the whole year still fail to meet the standards.

Including nine classes.

Zong Jiu has been very strict recently, pressing down the countdowns of the nine classes to write the papers together, and they have to say three seven twenty one one by one if they can't make the wrong questions. Occasionally, I would even stand behind the classroom with books when I was in class, just to see if those few countdowns had listened carefully to the class.

When those pale pink eyes fluttered down, beautiful but extremely oppressive, everyone dared not follow it.

Compared to other classes, Class 9 is a bit better, and there are not so many thorns. Even if he did, he wouldn't dare to speak rudely to Zong Jiu.

There were some different voices when the squad leader was established before, but they all disappeared later.

After all, the class teacher of Class 9 is definitely not someone who they can act recklessly. That adult didn't say anything, so where is there a place for them to speak in their turn? Besides, apart from anything else, although Zong Jiu felt that this task was unpleasant in his heart, the actual performance he made when he was the class leader was obvious to all, and it did make the class average score higher and higher. Gradually, the trainees who were dissatisfied were convinced.

Coupled with the efforts of the bottom few in the class, it is obvious to all. On the 99th and the 98th, they even exploited their sleep time indefinitely, and even used special props, just to learn more.

They have good personalities, and there are a few of them in large organizations, so compared to other chaotic classes where no one is convinced, the cohesion of Class 9 is definitely not the same.

Before the last monthly exam, everyone might be quite murmured, but when the eighth place of Class 9 was finally announced, all the trainees genuinely threw the countdown to the sky and cheered.

At that moment, everyone had a new understanding of the term collective.

Such a class atmosphere without class bullying or discrimination is quite rare. Except for the first class of no.2 Fanzhuo's iron-blooded rule and the third class because of the fear of surrendering to the no.8 black wizard, there are only nine classes. .

Zong Jiu didn't want to admit that he was indeed a softer but not harder.

After this weekly test, Class Nine, which was nearly 50 points away from the 600-point average, once again achieved an ascent.

They are only fifteen points away from the midterm exam goal.

Although the results are gratifying, it still makes people restless.

Because this is the last weekly test before the midterm exam, you will have to go to the battlefield next time.

In case there is such a little omission, it is also the end of the funeral of the whole class of trainees.

Zong Jiu took a shower and left the dormitory. When he went to the class, the class was already full of people, and he was the only one left.

”Come so early today? Yes, I am conscious.”

The magician complimented him smoothly, and only found something wrong when he looked closely.

The trainees in the class were all gathered in a circle, with anxious and disapproving expressions on their faces.