Chapter 97: first Middle school (1/2)

In fact, in such an intense study, suddenly announced what basketball game would be held, seven classes throughout the year are not happy.

One afternoon is completely enough for them to write a set of papers to correct one answer and then concentrate on explaining the wrong question again.

There are only 30 days in total, and one less afternoon is the hope of racing against time. No one wants to waste this time on the Rauchi basketball game.

But this time, I don’t know if the Education Bureau or where has imposed a rigid rule, it is necessary to take pictures and videos, and there will be senior leaders from outside the school to inspect.

When this news came, the faculty and staff of the entire No.1 Middle School were in a tense preparation stage.

Not only the weeds on the playground were all cleaned up by the teaching assistants, they even dragged a large paint bucket and drew out a basketball court on the playground forcibly.

Occasionally when get out of class is over, the trainees watch from a distance as a bucket of paint splashes down on the playground, covering up all the blood that used to flow on it. The reddish brown looks like old viscous blood, and the dark green looks like rancid. The corpse oil, the white dividing line is even more ironic than it can be.

Not only their companions, but the playground has dried up with the blood of not many people.

But now, just in this way, the guilt has been covered up, except for the clues of the dilapidated and yellowed letters, no one remembers the old bones.

”There will be three games in the basketball game the day after tomorrow, including substitutes, and each class will have three classmates.”

At noon, Teacher Nan, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, rarely came to the classroom to perform the duties of the head teacher.

Among so many classes, only class 9 is the most relaxed, because in addition to class time, they don't even spend much more time with the class teacher than other classes. At any rate, you don't have to be stared at by the Faceless Man's head teacher all the time, and you will feel more comfortable.

The man ignored the scorching eyes of worship from below, and said in a calm tone, ”The superior leaders will come down to inspect, and all students who are not participating in the game must sit around the playground to watch. Everyone must dress neatly on that day and hold their heads high. Nothing is allowed. If the teaching aids such as papers and teaching aids are inspected by the teaching assistant, they will be directly penalized.”

This set is the usual routine.

As long as there are leaders of the Education Bureau to inspect, the face-saving project will be done immediately, and the students will be tortured in the end.

”The whole basketball game has a record of the photography team of the Education Bureau. Later, it will produce a promotional video for the comprehensive development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor. The school means that students with outstanding images in each class will actively sign up and participate in the final evaluation. Give priority to these classmates.”

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole class of trainees, including the barrage, silently cast their sights on Zong Jiu who was sitting in the first row.

The magician who became the focus of his sight inexplicably:?

[Fuck, I just laughed to death, the magician is the recognized class flower! 】

【Do not! It's a school flower! My prprpr]

[Don’t say it, who doesn’t want to watch the white-haired beauty play basketball, think about it, the pale and thin body is hidden under the wide basketball uniform, but it is full of explosive power, awsl]

[In this cold, infinite world without a trace of humanity, only the beauty of a magician can bring me a trace of comfort]

The devil on the podium glanced at Zong Jiuyi meaningfully, ”As of tomorrow afternoon, students who have an idea to sign up can come to my office to apply.”

There has been a lot of things in the past two days.

First of all, after the mid-term exam, the dean announced that the next test score was 800, many of the class's trainees couldn't bear it and collapsed, squatting in the corridor and crying.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this time all the six hundred points in the entrance examination are because they used their strength to take the breast to cross the line. The class with the highest average score is close to 700, which is 100% away from the eight hundred. Disparity, let alone the last nine shifts that almost stepped on the line.

Below the railings are the broken limbs of Class 10 and Class 4, all in a horrible state, with blood flowing into rivers. Just looking at it, I feel that the future is gloomy and hopeless.

Up to this point, many trainees have peeked out the true intention behind this copy.

If this continues, when the final exam expires, will the score requirement soar to 1,000 points?

Everyone is also a B-level trainee anyway, even in such a high-pressure environment, they will not lose their minds.

It's just that at the beginning, everyone was lucky and felt that no matter how cruel the collective copy was, it would give people a way out.

Such a high score cannot be achieved by the trainees alone.

Unless... there are more faceless people in the class.

That's right, this is a way out of everyone's thoughts.

The essence of the collective dungeon is elimination. As long as the other people in the class become faceless and die Dao friends but not poor Dao, what about it?

There are ninety-nine people in a class, and the average score is raised by two hundred. It only needs to transform twenty faceless people.

Even if the final exam requires 1,000 points, as long as there are 90 faceless people in the class, there are at least ten trainees who can survive in each class.

But the problem is that Faceless People are voluntarily transformed.

After realizing this, those classes that remain neutral can't sit still.

The squad leader of the fifth class contacted several squad leaders in 101 privately and held a group. Each squad leader held a group with dozens of students with good academic performance in the class, and put pressure on other poor students.

But poor students under pressure are not vegetarians.