Chapter 108: first Middle school (1/2)
At this moment, an assistant teacher ran over on the playground quickly and whispered a few words to the dean.
They whispered in front of the rostrum, seeming to have a dispute, and finally took a watch and repeatedly determined the time.
The dean frowned, turned his head and ordered another teacher next to him. The teacher took a few people and walked hurriedly towards the teaching building.
After the episode was over, the teacher in the teaching office announced it loudly.
”Wait a minute, we received an application message from an applicant. The scores of Class 9 need to be recalculated.”
The crowd was in an uproar.
Re-scoring? This is unheard of.
The dean said impatiently: ”This is indeed one of the school regulations of No.1 Middle School.”
In fact, the people in the teaching department were also a little puzzled.
Because this school rule is too cumbersome to implement, it has not been printed on the school rule manual a few years ago, and I don’t know where the applicant learned about it.
Everyone looked at the magician who was standing at the end of the ninth class queue.
”The magician really figured out a way? Oh my god, I started to recalculate the score.”
”Before so many squads who were executed were nothing but the magician's magical powers. He really has a hole card.”
”This newcomer is too terrifying, it's worthy of being an existence favored by that adult.”
......
Not only the people in other classes, but the trainees in Class 9 were teary eyes, shouting ”Brother Nine” in their mouths.
But Zong Jiu stood still and didn't speak.
Because he knew very well that he had only successfully connected to the main system just now, and hadn't started to talk about transactions at all, how could he get a ”re-scoring” result.
At its root, I'm afraid this is still the 99th.
Zong Jiu saw it, and many bullet screens also zoomed in to see the line.
[No...Is it the ninety-nine? ? 】
[Ah oh oh no, I really like the 99th, like everyone in the 9th class, he is usually so funny, how can he be so confused when encountering such things! Obviously the magician said there is a way]
[This is probably gone, there are ‘ninety-seven people’ written on the table, alas, he may have done the re-scoring.]
The gray-haired young man stood in front of the desk with his eyebrows downcast, his expression indistinguishable from happiness.
The magician ran his fingers across the line on the desktop, turned his head back suddenly, his voice was calm, ”Who knows where the ninety-nine is?”
The other people in Class 9 have not realized that something may have happened on the 99th, let alone the message on the table. At this moment, some monks are confused, ”Didn't he go to the bathroom?”
”Yes, it wasn't a urgency on the 99th. I saw him heading to the teaching building.”
”Wait, why does this kid go to the bathroom for so long? Our class has read out the results...”
Only standing on the last ninety-eighth, his complexion began to turn white when he heard the dean of teaching say to re-scoring the four characters.
Gradually, everyone seemed to understand something, and everyone was shocked.
Because Zong Jiu very calmly said, ”I haven't had time to communicate with the main system.”
Ninety-eight suddenly stood up from his seat, and accidentally overturned the table to the ground.
The reaction on the 98th made all the trainees in Class 9 react.
They rushed around, looking anxious.
”He on the ninety-nine, he...”
A big man suddenly became uncomfortable speaking at this moment. He couldn't even speak completely. He cried as soon as he said a few words.
At this moment, Ninety-eight remembered many, many things, many, many clues.
Many students in Class 9 have good relationships with each other, and even the fifty-odd number who provoked Zong Jiu on the first day of sorting was convinced in the end.
In particular, a few poor students who have always been naughty and mischievous have a good relationship. Among them, the 99th and the 98th are examples.
Both of them are very lively and cheerful. On the ninety-nine, he was the youngest in the class, and everyone regarded him as a younger brother, and he was also happy to play treasures.
Ninety-eight is not much older than Ninety-Nine, but Ninety-Eight takes longer to enter an infinite loop than Ninety-Nine, and it also belongs to the organization. I was able to chat on weekdays, and soon became a piece of cake.
Neither of them is the type who can learn something. One scratches his head on science questions, the other recites a section of liberal arts and forgets a section. The top students in the class give them alternate tutoring, but the scores are still stunned and can't be raised.
Although the two of them didn't talk about it on weekdays, they were still very guilty and felt that it was a hindrance to the whole class of trainees.
After the first monthly exam, I couldn't sleep on the night of the ninety-eighth.
In the middle of the night, after the lights in the 407 dormitory were turned off, No. 99 crawled onto his bed in the dark, scared No. 98 so much that he almost shouted that there was a ghost.
That day happened to be the day when Class 9 found the first clue, knowing that becoming a faceless person can raise the average score of the class.
The two of them were silent for a while hiding under the covers.
The ninety-nine sighed.
The mid-term exam requires a full 600 points. For the nine classes at that time, it was too harsh, and the future was extremely slim. Not to mention that they are still the worst learners among the ninety-nine trainees in the class, and they will only be a hindrance to class nine, and they are far from the average score.
They talked a lot that night, just like every real high school student faces a night when they are confused about the college entrance examination, they talk about everything and talk about their fear of death.
They are all old people in an infinite loop, but none of the copies they have experienced before is as cruel and desperate as the collective copy now, but they are full of incompatible warmth.