Chapter 105: first Middle school (1/2)
There was a dead silence in the classroom, only the sound of sobbing one after another.
[Fuck, oh oh oh oh don't do it]
[Really reminds me of the girl’s class in the diary, and it’s also self-sacrifice...]
[Oh, oh, so sad, it's not allowed to miss any of the nine classes that are good, and how can you survive from this copy together with the good ones? 】
[Damn it, I always thought that even if it changed, it would be a poor change. The dormitory head is 15 in the class! In the whole grade, this ranking is the only one who has become a faceless trainee, right?]
[Alas, this shows that he is willing to transform himself, rather than being forced to become a faceless man by circumstances or pressure. Fuck, it is this kind of voluntary dedication that makes people sad...I never expected it to be true. In the infinite loop, there are such people.]
After so many days, these B-level trainees in Class 9 are all familiar with each other. Regardless of whether there were conflicts before, and what organization it came from, the environment of this instance allowed everyone to quickly forge an extraordinary friendship, and it quickly heated up in the environment of mutual help and mutual assistance in the nine classes.
Struggling together and studying together on weekdays, we all have deep feelings for each other.
The head of the dormitory is the fifteenth of the class. His grades are above average and his personality is quiet and restrained.
In addition to him, there are five poor students from the bottom of the class in 407, and four of the second to tenth in the nine classes, which is equivalent to the configuration of one excellent student tutoring one poor student. But because No. 15 has a good personality, 407 will collectively elect him as the head of the dormitory.
On weekdays, everyone focuses more on the mischievous and active students in the class, and seldom notices middle-class students who are not top-notch like the dormitory director.
But this does not mean that everyone has no feelings for the 15th.
The trainees in Class 9 were full of sadness. Among them, No. 99 and No. 98 in the dormitory were the most.
Although No.15 has a quiet personality, he is really nice and gentle.
When he is in the dormitory on weekdays, he is always the one who gets up first. When I went to wash up, I would help other trainees in the dormitory to beat up hot water, and then I would come back to wake everyone up after I finished washing.
When he was doing his homework at night, he often went out to fetch water for the postgraduates as he wrote, with a whispered cheering and inflating, which immediately rejuvenated people.
Even the day before the exam. The whole class was lost because of the average score that was not up to the standard. After returning to the dormitory, although the poor students on the 99th did not say anything, they did indeed feel like Zong Jiucai had wanted to sacrifice themselves. idea.
As a result, in the middle of the night, on the 15th, the dormitory chief noticed something was wrong, and he got up from the bed and picked up some of them for education.
”Fortunately, Brother Nine ordered me to watch you guys more closely...What are you doing? Everyone stays up in the middle of the night and keeps eyes open.”
”In this dungeon, you are poor students. After this dungeon, everyone is a B-level trainee. Thinking about so many horror dungeons you have experienced before, is it possible that such a small exam can knock you down? stand up!”
In the middle of the night, the 407 dormitory was hiding from the lamp of the auntie. Everyone stood in the middle of the dormitory wearing shorts, with their heads drooping, just like students waiting for the teacher to criticize.
The dormitory sighed and went up and gave each of them a big bear hug.
”Don't do stupid things, Brother Nine has said, there must be a way, we will definitely be able to get out of this copy, come on!”
The ten people of 407 put their hands together, and were about to shout ”one, two, three, come on”, when the footsteps of the dormitory suddenly sounded in the corridor.
Everyone glanced at each other, running faster than a monkey, rolled over onto the bed in one stride, lay down and pulled the quilt in one go. Only the iron bed was dangling in the air.
After the dormitory’s flashlight dangled from the glass window in the doorway, they breathed a sigh of relief under the covers, and smirked on the bed.
”Liar, shit, he's just a liar. I comforted us by myself and said that when I returned to the trainee dormitory, I would go to the top bar for a drink with the whole class. What about myself?
As soon as the ninety-nine remembered the scene last night, she covered her eyes and cried so hard.
He wanted to punch the dormitory chief, but the Faceless Man just stood there blankly, looking at him indifferently with the flat flesh on his face, and didn't answer.
After a long time, on the ninety-ninth, he slumped down his fist.
Zong Jiu frowned, ”Wait, he seems to have something in his pocket.”
After hearing what he said, the 99th walked forward quickly and fiercely put his hand into the pocket of the Faceless Man.
The latter stood in place, like a puppet who had lost his soul, even if someone pulled out his pockets in front of him, there was no response.
On the ninety-nine, he took a piece of paper from his pocket.
A neatly folded sheet of paper.
The paper is written in delicate fonts, and people in 407 know that it is the 15th size.
[To everyone in Class 9:]
I really really like when I am with you, whether it is entering an infinite loop or before entering an infinite loop, these are my happiest days.
This time I did not fulfill my promise, because I really like Class 9 too much.
As the diary says, there must be someone who sacrifices. Why can't that person be me?
I'm leaving now, don't worry about me, this is my own choice, no one is forcing me. If you really want to thank me, then live your life.
[Definitely, I must live well, even with my share]
In the end, a big smiling face was drawn on the white paper, with the corners of his mouth cocked, exactly the same as when he laughed on the 15th on a weekday.
But they can't see the face of Number 15 anymore, never again.
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Class 9 came to the playground in a gloomy atmosphere.
Other classes also noticed their distinctive atmosphere and whispered one after another.
Among them, the squad leader of the fifth class was the most cynic after seeing it.
”Aha, doesn't it mean that none of the nine classes can be less, and that a faceless person does not want to have? So, some newcomers are hypocritical, and in fact they are not the same as my mother.”
Behind him led a large group of faceless men, and Wu Ya looked over, with a terrible sense of horror.
The top students in Class 5 stood in the front, and the poor students were isolated in the last position. After being crowded out by the whole class of trainees, you can't even see the head.
The voice of the squad leader of the fifth class did not hide the slightest. Soon, the entire class on the playground looked over, all with surprise.
The situation of Class 9 has been heard throughout the entire grade, and their bold declaration has also attracted much attention. Even the new class B class leader, the magician, has attracted a lot of attention. Some top students sneered at them, while some poor students envied their collective upward and harmonious atmosphere. But what I have to say is that Class 9 is definitely a clear stream in all classes.
But now, there are also faceless men in Class 9!
There are already many classes looking at the faceless people surrounded by the nine classes, whispering in private.
What does this mean, is it just that they are harmonious and friendly on the surface, and they also oppress poor students in private?
On the 99th, after hearing the words of the squad leader of Class 5, his angry eyes were red, and he wanted to hit him with his fists.
Zong Jiu stopped him.
”Take the exam well, there is no need to get angry with this kind of person.”
The white-haired magician said in a calm tone, ”On the 15th, he used his own life to give the class a precious opportunity. Do you want to destroy it with a fight?”
Sure enough, after hearing the name of the dormitory head, everyone calmed down.
That's right, the top priority now is exams and should not be diverted by other things.
Seeing that these people in Class 9 didn't respond much, gradually, Class 5 also felt meaningless, and their voice gradually weakened.
Soon, all the trainees took their seats on the playground one by one.
The teaching assistants came holding the papers, and the dean announced the start of the papers.
[The exam has started, it’s really getting nervous every time]
[There is one more faceless man in Class 9, I should be able to pass this time, huh]
[I remember the last time Class 9 organized the exam by myself, the average score was still 20...A faceless person doesn’t know if it’s okay, I hope it’s okay]
[Definitely, pray and pray. jpg]
The snow-white papers were sent out one by one, in black and white, as cold as this copy is gradually reaching the winter weather.
It was still autumn when the trainees entered this dungeon, and it is now winter, and it may snow in the next few days.
The cold wind was fierce, they were wearing thin school uniforms, rubbing their frozen hands, and taking exams on the playground.
Waiting for the dean to say that the test time was up, Zong Jiu kept staring at his name on the test paper quietly.
His lack of emotion can make him calm in any environment and any occasion. Sometimes, even the description of indifference is not accurate, but cold.
Including just now.
The moment Zong Jiu saw the Faceless Man, it was not astonishment or sadness like other trainees that surged in Zong Jiu's heart. Rather, it quickly listed the benefits that this faceless man can bring to Class Nine.
What does Class 9 mean to him?
The white-haired young man stared at the slightly drooping pen nib in his hand.
Had it not been for this collective copy to be ranked based on the average class score, I am afraid that Zong Jiu would not care about the lives of others at all.
But this is a forced group model, regardless of others is a dead end.
But in fact, from the point of view of maximizing benefits, the approach of Class 5 is undoubtedly the optimal solution.
The purpose of collective copy is cruel elimination, there is no fairness at all.
This copy seems difficult, but in the final analysis it is the psychological quality of the trainees and the choice between good and evil in the face of desperation. Just like the college entrance examination, in essence, the purpose of the college entrance examination is to classify students. It tests the students' learning ability, independent planning ability, self-discipline ability, intelligence... and so on. What is being tested, the content is not important, only the result is important.
As long as the mental quality is good enough, like Tu Yumen, you can't become a faceless man after 300 days in this copy. As for the choice between good and evil, it is even clearer. As long as the goal can be achieved, the process is obviously not important.
As extreme as Class 5, by sacrificing others to perfect oneself, it is very likely to survive to the end.
Although such an approach is selfish, it is also a form of personal strength in the eyes of the main system.
Like the devil, crushing the copy with absolute strength, the main system did not intend to take action to get rid of him. Instead, cooperating with him is enough to prove that the process is not important in front of that high-dimensional system, what is important is only the result.
Zong Jiu can now calmly analyze the pros and cons, and analyze the meaning of the main system, but he will not do that, at least not now.
Because he promised to take Class 9 back together.
He responded to the expectations of Class 9 and promised that everyone should be good, and they should keep their promises at all costs.