The sky was still dark and gloomy.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of weather would always give people a premonition of a storm. But now, it was convenient for the examinees to answer the questions. They did not have to sweat under the scorching sun.
The examination hall was very quiet. You could hear a pin drop. Only the rustling of the pen tip across the test paper could be heard.
In the face of life and death, regardless of whether they knew how to answer these questions, they had to pick up their pens and answer them even if they had to write randomly!
No one would give up on the multiple-choice questions. After all, there was a one in four chance of answering correctly. The fill-in-the-blank and question-and-answer questions were up to fate.
If they did not know how to answer the science questions, they would skip them. If they did not remember the liberal arts questions, they could at least make up some nonsense, right?
They could make up some nonsense about reading comprehension for the language questions. If they still remembered the physics questions, they could write down a formula. If the foreign trainees could not write Chinese, English was their home ground. Although they usually spoke very casually and had nothing to do with grammar, they could still guess a little like how they guessed the language questions. Fortunately, although this was a dungeon world, the history of the world was not too different. As long as one had an upright outlook on life, they could do both multiple-choice and question-and-answer questions.
Unfortunately, they did not have to write an essay. If they could write an essay, perhaps everyone's first goal would be to write an essay worth 60 points.
However, as they wrote, the trainees also realized the strangeness of the political questions.
There were no multiple-choice questions at all. They were all questions in the form of question-and-answer questions. At first glance, the questions looked very fake and empty.
Question 1: How to become a useful person in society?
Many trainees directly picked up their pens when they saw this question. They did not need to think to know what to write and what to brag about. Even if some trainees thought a little more, they would not think so much when they combined the content of the high school exam in front of them with the same content.
Zong Jiu glanced at the political questions, put down his pen, and started from the science questions.
He suspected that there was a problem with the politics of this society.
If other people followed this train of thought to answer the questions, it would be a waste of time to write so many words in a short four-hour exam like politics.
It had to be said that Zong Jiu was very lucky.
First of all, his memory was very good. In addition, magicians would occasionally perform mathematical magic. Therefore, compared to other people who were completely clueless, Zong Jiu could at least guess the multiple-choice questions. He could use reverse reasoning to write a little.
However, it was only a little better. I can only write, but I can't guarantee the accuracy.
Level B was filled with veterans who had been in the Infinite Loop for many years. If it was a newcomer who had just been pulled into the Infinite Loop, they might have a chance of survival. But if it was a veteran, it would be an S level difficulty.
Zong Jiu suddenly remembered Sheng Yu, whom he had met in the first dungeon.
According to Sheng Yu, he was caught in this dungeon when he was still in his third year of high school. If he was still alive, this Instance Dungeon would be as easy for him as a fish in water.
At the mention of Sheng Yu, Zong Jiu's eyes darkened again.
He felt that there was a big problem here.
First of all, Sheng Yu was a non-existent character in the original novel. She only appeared because of Zong Jiu's butterfly wings.
Secondly, why would Sheng Yu be manipulated by No.1 the moment she appeared? Were there some unknown existences among them?
If Zong Jiu's theory was correct, it was very likely that the demon had been watching him since a long time ago, but he knew nothing about it.
It was infuriating.
The white-haired young man propped his head up, his right hand nimbly twirling the pen between his slender fingers.
The invigilator who happened to be patrolling next to him saw this and reminded him coldly, "You're not allowed to twirl your pen during the exam."
The reminder was one thing, but he didn't whip him like before. Perhaps this was based on the severity of the situation.
Zong Jiu obediently stopped writing and continued to bury his head in the sea of questions, looking for questions that he knew how to solve.
[I also pulled a paper closer and started working on it with the trainees. jpg]
[What do you think? After so many years, you were pulled back to the hell of the College Entrance Exam. Do you feel close? Pat on the shoulder]
[Close, it's too f * cking close. My scalp is numb, my head is buzzing, and the teacher's teachings are echoing in my ears]
[These are not questions for humans. The Olympiad question on the last page really made my eyes pop out. This is the difficulty of the International Olympiad … Oh my god]
Time passed by slowly.
A full four hours passed, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
The sky was still dark and gloomy. Autumn was dreary, but there was no sign of rain.
Although they knew it was useless, the trainees still stubbornly filled in the entire paper. As far as the eye could see, the paper was densely packed with words.
At the end of the exam, there was a small interlude.
A man in a suit and black leather shoes walked out gracefully from an unknown corner. His black hair was tied behind his head, and his dark golden eyes were narrowed. His handsome and angular face was full of seductive beauty, and it was out of place with the other pale faces that had no facial features.
A few B-level trainees who saw this scene while putting down their pens were so shocked that they couldn't hold their pens properly, and they flew straight to the ground.
It was that master!!!
There was never a lack of fanatical admirers of No. 1 among the high-level trainees. Even though they were now in the exam hall of the Instance Dungeon, his appearance caused a commotion.
The trainees were all flushed with excitement, and they stared at the devil standing in front of the flag-raising platform as if they were worshipping him. They exchanged looks of disbelief with each other.
Many people participated in this competition just to see this person's elegant demeanor.
Unfortunately, there was no news of No. 1 appearing in any of the two Instance Dungeons since the start of the Horror Trainee Competition. Even during the routine level evaluation and Instance Dungeon opening, No. 1 was often nowhere to be seen.
Now, he actually appeared in a group Instance Dungeon for B-level trainees. All the B-level trainees felt a sense of pride.
In the infinite loop, Mu Qiang's concept was too twisted, and it was deeply rooted in the concept of every old person. The strength of the devil had long become a deeply ingrained symbol in everyone's mind. Even if everyone was in different forces, they would still worship and worship him, and offer him up on the altar.
The bullet screen went crazy.
[Ahhhhhhh f * ck!! It's Master No. 1]
[F * ck, f * ck, he finally appeared! I'm dancing in ecstasy!]
[I'm crying. What supported me to watch so many Instance Dungeons and switch channels one by one? What made me jump thousands of channels in the first Instance Dungeon just to find a figure that has only appeared now?]
[Groundhog Scream! To tell you the truth, our team was watching the live broadcast together at the base, and now we're all kneeling on the ground.]
In these bullet screens, there were also some people who had a tricky angle and found something wrong.
After all, the devil appeared at the teacher's seat openly without any concealment. Even the principal and the dean treated him with respect.
[Could this be the privilege of No. 1? He didn't even change his clothes into the school uniform.]
[It should be No. 1's privilege. We couldn't see No. 1's live broadcast before, and we don't know what's going on.]
[The gap between No. 1 and No. 2 is really big, but it's also true. A C-level debut is definitely different.]
[I think this is too unfair …]
[I don't want to say this, but don't forget to follow basic etiquette in the bullet screen. Master didn't start the live broadcast before probably because he didn't want irrelevant people to judge.]
[It doesn't matter. Anyway, everyone has their real names, and the bullet screen knows who's who. If anyone goes overboard, there's no need to scold them. Tomorrow, we'll just wait for this master's followers to come knocking on our door.]
[That's right. Upstairs upstairs upstairs upstairs, do you really think you're playing a fair talent show? This is an infinite loop. Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss. Do you really think the main system is doing charity for you? If you're strong, why don't you go too, keyboard warrior?]
[Sigh, I knew it. When it comes to this master, the bullet screen will be a bloody storm.]
[So, am I the only one who noticed that there's no rose on No. 1's chest?]
[Upstairs Village has Internet access? The rose has long been given to that white-haired magician.]
Just as the B-level trainees in the examination room were getting excited, the dean suddenly announced in a cold voice, "It's time for the exam!"
The invigilators who were lined up at the side immediately began to collect the papers in an orderly manner. Of course, more invigilators still stood in place, monitoring the candidates to see if there were any signs of cheating.
Unfortunately, this mock exam disrupted everyone's rhythm and plans. Everyone was a rookie and relied on guessing. If they didn't know how to answer, they would choose C. Everyone was like this. There was no place to copy. If they guessed correctly and copied the wrong answer, wouldn't it be a loss?
After collecting the papers, the invigilators held a thick stack of papers and placed them on the table in front of the flag-raising platform according to the class order.
There were already more than 30 teachers sitting there. They twisted open the red pens in their hands and began to mark the papers quickly.
What was even more frightening was that their marking speed was extremely fast. It was as if they had turned into question reading machines. Everyone marked a paper, and with just a glance, they knew how many points the subject had scored. The red pens fluttered and turned into afterimages.
On the other side, the teacher had already posted a large poster on the side of the field. The words "Grade Ranking" were written in ink on it. They were waiting for all the scores to come out before they started to rank them.
This scene made all the trainees' hair stand on end.
At this speed, perhaps in an hour … No, in half an hour, the bottom ten of the grade would be out.
At that time, it would also be the time to decide the date of their death.
Just as they were feeling nervous, the dean nodded at the devil and turned to announce to everyone.
"Students, this is Teacher Nan, a special-class lecturer and consultant hired by our school from an institution of higher learning. In the next 120 days, Teacher Nan will lead and guide the teaching work of the entire grade. Let us welcome him with a round of applause! "
"Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap —"
Many B-level trainees were so excited that their hands turned red from clapping.
No one wondered why No.1 would call him Teacher Nan, and no one questioned why they were all students, but No.1 was a teacher.
The iron law of the infinite cycle, the weak had no right to question all the decisions of the strong.
Only Zong Jiu, who was sitting obediently in his seat, was stunned for a moment. Then, he let out a muffled laugh from his chest.
At first, he suddenly realized and thought that the devil's real name was Nan.
After thinking about it for a while, he realized that something was wrong and laughed out loud.
Writing No.1, reading Nan Bo Wan, wasn't his surname Nan?
This was really a fake alias that couldn't be any more fake. It was not sincere at all and was very funny.
Naturally, in the crowd of excited trainees, Zong Jiu, who didn't even try to hide his laughter, was very eye-catching.
At least to those who had been around him since the beginning, it was indeed so.
His dark golden pupils narrowed dangerously.
After the welcome, the dean asked respectfully, "Teacher Nan, you see, you are now …?"
This Teacher Nan had a strong background. It was said that the worst of the students he taught were all 985211, and their achievements were remarkable.
No.1 Middle School had gone through a lot of trouble to invite this money tree. Naturally, they would do whatever he said, without any hesitation.
"No need."
The black-haired man casually raised his hand, "I'm only here to guide and supervise."
"Oh, right, didn't you say you wanted to choose a form teacher?"
The dean nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. His featureless face squeezed out a flattering expression, "Yes, yes, yes, it's our school's greatest honor if you have such intentions!"
Form teacher?
The trainees of the ten classes immediately became excited, their eyes burning with anticipation.
Unexpectedly, the devil curled his lips, "Then Class 9 it is."
Zong Jiu, who was still chuckling with his head lowered, knew that something was wrong.
He raised his head and coincidentally met the devil's half-smiling gaze.
"— Oh? Why is there someone in this class with dyed hair? "
Everyone's gazes turned to look at him.
Zong Jiu: "…"