In fact, the seven classes of the whole grade were not very happy about the sudden announcement of a basketball game in the middle of such intense studying.
The afternoon was more than enough time for them to write a set of papers, compare the answers once, and then focus on explaining the wrong questions once.
There were only 30 days in total, and every afternoon was a race against time. No one wanted to waste this little bit of time on some stupid basketball game.
But this time, no one knew if the Ministry of Education had set a hard rule, but photos and videos had to be taken and recorded. At that time, senior leaders from outside the school would come to inspect.
As soon as the news came out, the whole teaching staff of No.1 Middle School fell into a nervous preparation stage.
Not only were the weeds on the playground all cleaned up by the teaching assistants, they even dragged a big paint bucket and forcibly drew a basketball court on the playground.
Occasionally, when class was over, the trainees would look at the field from afar. Buckets of paint would be splashed down, covering up the blood that had once flowed on the field. The reddish-brown color was like old sticky blood, the dark green color was like rotting corpse oil, and the white dividing line was ironic to the extreme.
Not only their companions, but the playground had also dried up the blood of countless people.
And now, just in this way, the crime was covered up. Except for the clues of the old yellowed letter, no one remembered the old bones.
"The basketball game in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, there will be three games, including the substitutes. Each class will send three students."
During the lunch break, Mr. Nan, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, rarely came to the classroom to fulfill his duty as the head teacher.
Among so many classes, Class 9 was the most relaxed, because except for class time, they did not see the head teacher much more than the other classes. At least they did not have to be stared at by the faceless head teacher all the time, and they felt more comfortable.
The man ignored the burning worship eyes below, and said calmly, "The senior leaders will come to inspect, and all students who are not participating in the game must sit around the playground and watch. On that day, everyone must dress neatly and hold their heads high. You are not allowed to bring any study materials such as test papers and teaching aids. If you are found by the teaching assistants, you will be directly penalized. "
This was a routine that they were used to.
As long as the leaders of the Ministry of Education came to inspect, they would immediately put on a good show. In the end, the ones who were truly tortured were the students.
"The whole process of the basketball game will be recorded by the photography team of the Education Bureau. In the later stage, we will make a promotional video about the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labor. The school hopes that students with outstanding appearance in each class will actively sign up for the game. During the final evaluation, these students will also be given priority."
As soon as this sentence came out, all the trainees in the class, including the bullet screen, silently looked at Zong Jiu, who was sitting in the first row.
Magician, who had suddenly become the center of attention, was confused.
[F * ck, I'm dying of laughter. Magician is recognized as the class belle!]
[No! It was the school belle! I prprpr]
[Don't say anymore. Who doesn't want to watch a white-haired beauty play basketball? Think about it, the loose basketball uniform conceals a pale and slender body, but it's full of explosive power.]
[In this cold and infinite world devoid of humanity, only the beauty of a magician can bring me comfort.]
The devil on the podium glanced at Zong Jiu meaningfully. "The deadline is tomorrow afternoon. Those who wish to apply can come to my office to apply."
Too many things had happened in the past two days.
First, after the mid-term exam, when the dean announced that the cutoff for the next exam would be 800, many trainees in the class could not take it anymore. They squatted in the corridor and covered their faces, crying.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that this time, the entire class had managed to score 600 points because they had used all of their strength to barely cross the line. The class with the highest average score was only close to 700 points, which was 100 points away from 800 points, not to mention the last class that had almost stepped on the line to cross the line.
Below the railing were the broken limbs and remains of Class 10 and Class 4. It was a tragic scene with blood flowing like a river. Just by looking at it, one would feel that the future was bleak and hopeless.
Until now, many trainees had already figured out the real purpose behind this dungeon.
If this continued, would the score requirement soar to 1000 points during the final exam?
They were all B-level trainees after all. Even under such a stressful environment, they would not lose their minds.
It was just that in the beginning, everyone had thought that no matter how cruel the group dungeon was, it would at least give them a way out.
It was impossible for the trainees to achieve such a high score by themselves.
Unless … there were more faceless people in the class.
That was right, this was the way out that everyone had thought of.
The essence of the group dungeon was elimination. As long as the rest of the class became faceless people, wouldn't it be fine if they died instead of themselves?
There were 99 people in each class. To raise the average score by 200 points, they only needed to convert 20 faceless people.
Even if the final exam required 1000 points, as long as there were 90 faceless people in the class, there would be at least 10 trainees who could survive in each class.
But the problem was that the faceless people were voluntarily converted.
After realizing this, the classes that remained neutral could no longer sit still.
The class monitor of Class 5 privately contacted a few class monitors in 101 and formed a group. Each class monitor then formed a group with dozens of students with good grades in the class to put pressure on the other poor students.
But the poor students who were being pressured were not to be trifled with.
No one was a fool. The trainees who ranked at the top of each class did not necessarily have the strongest comprehensive ability. Who did not know the thoughts of the trainees with good grades? They wanted to sacrifice others to protect themselves.
So these poor students also formed a group in the class, cheering each other on and delaying the time when they became faceless. On the surface, they were opposing the class monitor.
While the two sides were fighting for their own interests, the conflict also intensified like fire and water.
There were even small-scale quarrels that broke out in the dormitory and gradually escalated into physical altercations. After being caught by the dormitory auntie, they were immediately given demerits.
Some trainees remembered that No. 1 was also in this dungeon and fearlessly went to the office to ask for help. But all they got was an NPC with an NPC mission. Before the trainees got the key clues, he could not provide any help.
The situation suddenly fell into a stalemate.
However, this situation did not have much of an effect on the ninth class.
In order to calm people down, Zong Jiu revealed his plan to the trainees in the class.
"I have already discussed with No. 2. Now we have found a way to break out of this situation. The only bad news is that even if we find a way, we will probably have to wait until the final exam to use it. "
With this, the originally depressed Class 9 students were all in high spirits.
"Isn't it just a monthly exam? If we can cross the line this time, we can do it next time!"
"That's right. The whole class will take turns to tutor the kids at the bottom. What's there to be afraid of?"
"Brothers, hold on. All of us Class 9 have to survive. Study hard! Everyone has come through so many scary dungeons. Didn't we not die when we stuck face to face with the female ghost? If we fall here, it will be embarrassing. "
"Who cares, let's go!"
After officially passing on the school's mission, the demon did not stay for long.
After No. 1's figure disappeared through the door of Class 9, the trainees in the class gathered around and huddled together. "Brother Jiu, what should we do?"
Fan Zhuo was very efficient. After Zong Jiu communicated with him for the second time, he contacted Tokumon and conducted a field trip with the Onmyoji.
On the other hand, he even started to contact the underachievers in each class. After all, the top students did not care about the life and death of others. They only hoped that this dungeon would clear more people. Only the underachievers, who also wanted to struggle to survive, could work with them.
"We can work together, but we have to wait."
In the end, the snitch during the first monthly exam happened because of the conflicting interests.
People were like this. They each had their own thoughts and ulterior motives. Everyone liked peace, but there were always people who wanted to start a war. Unless they encountered the same predicament, cooperation would always be an extravagant hope.
Speaking of this, Zong Jiu also confirmed that No. 2 was indeed a good person. He had good foresight.
From the beginning, he had steadily led the class to the throne of first place. If it had been someone as short-sighted as the class monitor, he would have already started to eradicate dissidents in the class.
However, not only did Fan Zhuo not do that, he even volunteered to help.
At this point, Zong Jiu also noticed.
Actually, most of the people in the S class were not bad. During the first monthly exam, Zong Jiu's palms were bleeding from watching Tokumon. After asking around, he found out from The Dark Wizard that it was a blood sacrifice in the Onmyoji. If he was the one who dragged the class down in the end, he was willing to bear the responsibility.
Azan and the Holy Son were both good people. Unfortunately, they were controlled. The Dark Wizard was also a good person, and the exorcist was a proper Master Duanshui. This meant that there were still many good people in the world. If a lunatic like No. 1 appeared, he would die.
Zong Jiu rubbed his temples. "This basketball game is very important. We have to sneak into the Corpse Sinking Pool."
He briefly explained the plan, and the whole class gave him suggestions and suggestions. There were also a few good ones. They put their heads together and pondered for a long time before Zong Jiu finally agreed.
After finalizing the plan, he took No. 99 and No. 77 to the office to register.
The office was full of faceless people.
Seeing the arrival of Zong Jiu, the third in the grade, the faceless people all turned their heads in unison to face him. Their smooth faces twisted into an eager smile that made one's hair stand on end.
"Isn't this the Class 9 class president? Looking for Mr. Nan? "
"You did well this time. Good luck next time. We all have high hopes for you."
The other two students felt their hair stand on end. Only the white-haired magician remained calm. He led the two students through the crowd and walked straight to the office.
No. 99 lowered his voice. "Brother Jiu, is this the treatment for good grades?"
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. "Yes. When you get close, they will pat you on the shoulder to encourage you. They will even ask you to come over and give you special treatment. How about it? Are you motivated to study?"
No. 99 was speechless.
No, no. No one wanted to be close to faceless people.
He watched as the white-haired young man knocked on the door. He wanted to say something but stopped.
Just then, a lazy voice came from the office. "Come in."