Everyone's gazes turned to look in that direction.
They looked at the eye-catching white-haired Magician sitting on the field.
[Huh? F * ck, what's going on? Is the demon's surname Nan?]
[Do you really believe it? Nan Bo Wan Nan Bo Wan. It's obviously a fake name.]
[Ah, is Mr. Nan guiding students online?]
[No, isn't Magician the newbie that Mr. Nan admires? Why is he suddenly making things difficult for him in public?]
[I want to ask the same question too. I've already given out the roses.]
[Replying upstairs, have you all forgotten that Magician accepted the invitation from Night people? Isn't that a slap to No.1's face? Serves him right for being embarrassed now.]
Zong Jiu, who was the focus of everyone's attention, was speechless.
The smile on his face froze and he became expressionless in an instant.
Zong Jiu really wanted to ask Mr. Nan if there was something wrong with his eyes.
There were so many trainees on the field. They came from all over the world and had colorful hair.
What kind of man would he be if he didn't catch the gray-haired Fan Zhuo and chose to catch him instead?!
However, the well-dressed and sanctimonious Mr. Nan didn't let him go. Instead, he slowly walked down from the flag-raising platform.
All the B-level trainees were looking at him, but the man accurately stepped on the shadows of every table. He was like a hunter who had accurately locked onto his prey, or like a gentleman from the Victorian era who held a black umbrella in the fog. His whole body carried an elegant aura that was neither too fast nor too slow.
When he got closer, the demon deliberately dragged his voice. "Not only did he dye his hair, but he also wore cosmetic contact lenses. He openly violated the school rules."
[F * ck, what do you mean by dyeing his hair and wearing cosmetic contact lenses?]
[Miserable, Magician is miserable. What did we albinos do wrong.jpg]
[Wouldn't such a strict high school be forced to dye his hair black …]
[No way, all the trainees here have to dye their hair?]
The Dean of Teaching naturally nodded and bowed. "It's our mistake. We forgot to inform the parents to cut and dye their children's hair black before bringing them to school."
"Then according to the school rules, how should we deal with this situation?"
"This …"
The dean looked troubled. "The school gate is already locked, and we can't let these students out to rectify the situation. Why don't …" He carefully looked at Mr. Nan's face. "Why don't we give them a demerit?"
Zong Jiu was not convinced.
He raised his hand. "I have albinism, not dyed my hair."
Albinism?
The dean had nothing else to say. He looked at the devil, obviously waiting for him to make the decision.
No. 1 said with great interest, "Oh? Then come to my office after school to check. "
Zong Jiu was speechless.
This line was very familiar and terrible. It was as if he was dreaming of that perverted doctor in the mental hospital.
"Naturally, naturally."
The director wiped his sweat. "This is Teacher Nan's student in your class. You can do whatever you want with her."
At this point, many B-level trainees who thought that Magician had angered the devil and were gloating over his misfortune suddenly realized the truth.
Good heavens, it turned out that he had no intention of punishing Magician. Looking at how he purposely beat him up in front of everyone and created an opportunity to be alone with him, it was more like he was declaring his sovereignty over the Night people led by No. 2 and flaunting his power.
Hearing this, many people secretly looked at No. 2's expression.
The devil was indeed an unshakable legend in the infinite loop. However, if the Night people were stubborn, the audience was also looking forward to watching a good show.
But to their disappointment, Fan Zhuo did not have much of an expression. His expression was still dignified and cold.
The leader of the Night people was wearing a blue and white school uniform. Even though he had changed out of his military uniform, it did not reduce the coldness around him at all.
[I understand now. No. 1 must be upset that the person he likes has been snatched away. (x)]
[Now that you mention it, it's very possible. If he really wanted to beat him up, he would have shaved his head on the spot.]
[Upstairs, are you a devil? My white-haired beauty magician would never be bald. Thinking about that scene, Yan Gou cried out loud.]
[Ahhh, someone get the image out of my head! Get the image out of my head! Even though Magician's bald head wouldn't diminish his beauty at all if he were to say it softly, it wouldn't diminish his beauty at all! Tremor.]
[Stop, stop. As an old fan, I think it's necessary for me to say something. Don't try to use a normal person's way of thinking to guess his thoughts. He always does things according to his own preferences.]
After this episode, everyone's attention returned to the teachers marking the papers in front of the flag-raising platform.
What was shocking was that in the short time of the conversation, more than half of the papers had been marked.
The bespectacled teacher piled the papers on the table and stacked them according to the score.
As the stack of papers became thinner and thinner, the surrounding trainees became more and more frightened.
The atmosphere became more and more tense and anxious.
In all the previous instances that the main system had released, even the extremely difficult S-level instances would not give off such a feeling of uncertainty.
The sky was gloomy, the national flag fluttered, and the dark gray cement field was silent and deadly.
The shadows gradually moved down, and soon, the last paper was marked.
The teacher began to transcribe the grades on the grade list. A large red paper was pasted on the list, and black ink was smeared on it, making it look as bright as blood.
The Dean of Teaching took the microphone. "All rise!"
Under the guidance of the teaching assistant, the trainees stood up and stood in the space between the desks. They lined up according to their class.
"Next, we will announce the rankings according to the total score."
"According to the rankings, each class will be ranked internally. The first place will sit in the number one position. This number will be your student number in the class. From now on, in the 120 days of study, no one will care what your name is. You will all be addressed according to the number X in Class X. "
Without a doubt, the first place fell to the number two Fan Zhuo.
But the embarrassing thing was that even though he was the first place in the grade, he had only scored a little more than half of the total 1150 points in the nine subjects plus the Olympiad questions.
After the papers were distributed, the grey-haired vampire sat in the number one position in Class 1. He frowned as he looked at the red paper he had distributed.
The Dark Wizard, who was in second place, was even more miserable. His score had dropped by nearly a hundred points from Fan Zhuo, who was in first place.
But he was still in second place. The rest would only be worse.
The Dark Wizard was in Class 3, and he was given the number one position in Class 3.
Of course, the third place was not the other S-rank unlucky trainee, Tokumon. It was a half-vampire that was not very memorable.
Unexpectedly, he was also in Class 1.
So far, Class 1 had taken two of the top three places and was given the number two position in Class 1.
The top three were successfully announced, and the bullet screen was discussing it.
[F * ck, these terrible scores. If this wasn't a dungeon world but the real world, no one would be able to get into a university. I'm crying from laughter.]
[Which college entrance exam in the real world requires nine subjects plus Olympiad Math? There's no need to link it to the real world.]
[But there's one thing you're right about. Everyone was confused by the main system. These scores look too shabby.]
[There's nothing you can do about it! Every profession has its own specialization. Didn't we learn how to survive in the infinite loop? Are you going to use Language, Math, and English to fight monsters?]
[Fan Zhuo is really amazing to get almost half the points. If I were in there, I'd get a higher score even if I stepped on the answer sheet.]
[Hahahaha, I'm crying from laughter. Night people are really strong. The third place is also a half-vampire. That's amazing.]
Next were the fourth to tenth places.
"Fourth place in the grade, Class 9, Zong Jiu."
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. Under countless surprised gazes, he walked to the first place in his class and sat down.
He did not pay attention to other people's gazes. He directly picked up the test paper that the teaching assistant had handed to him.
In these four hours, Zong Jiu had basically written everything that he could. He even wrote about politics in the last ten minutes.
Other than having a good memory, he also had another advantage, which was that Zong Jiu had strengthened his hand dexterity to the highest level.
What did max dexterity mean? Not only did his wrist and fingers have great strength, but when he wrote at full speed, he was so fast that he could become a blur. He was comparable to the faceless NPCs who graded the papers.
Thanks to this, Zong Jiu wrote faster than anyone else. After he finished the science paper, he started adding words to the liberal arts paper and got a lot of points.
However —
The white-haired young man looked at the huge zero on his paper and raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised.
Soon, the top ten names were announced.
It was unknown if it was intentional or not, but the top ten were evenly distributed. Other than Class 10 and Class 1, Class 1 had two students in the top ten, but Class 10 did not have anyone.
Then, the sound of the announcement became faster.
The trainees were given student numbers in their respective classes according to their ranking.
The lower the ranking, the more nervous the trainees who were not called.
In a survival dungeon like this, falling to the bottom was no different from a death sentence. Moreover, they would not die at the hands of monsters, but in such a cowardly way.
No one would want to end up like this.
[The mock exam is too fake. Everyone is a noob. The top ten are just standing out from the noobs.]
[That's right. There are still 120 days in the future. If the trainees were given some time to study before taking the exam, they would not have to fight such an unprepared battle. Sigh, I feel that the trainees in the bottom ten of the mock exam are quite pitiful. They are really unlucky.]
[Indeed, if they were given some time to study, it would not be like this. I have reason to believe that the next exam will be terrifying.]
The names were read to the bottom fifty.
What was even more surprising was that there was an S-level boss, Tokumon, whose name was not read.
It was not just the bullet screen. The trainees who were already seated also exchanged glances.
They could not punish an S-level, right?
Finally, just as everyone was on tenterhooks, Tokumon's name was read out of the last thirteen people.
"987, Tokumon, Class 7."
The onmyoji breathed a sigh of relief. He did not know whether to call himself lucky or not.
His grades had always been poor when he was in school. It was the same even after entering the infinite loop. He would not become a top student just because he became an S-level.
But in any case, he had stepped onto the line between life and death. His eyes were filled with tears.
The dean put away the name list. "The announcement of the grade rankings ends here."
At this point, the top ten were finally revealed.
The ten B-level trainees who stood in place were stunned in disbelief.
Someone immediately protested loudly. "This is not fair!"
"That's right. Why should the mock exam decide our life and death when we just entered the school! We have never learned this before! "
"It's been so many years. Who the hell still remembers the contents of high school? Are they playing with us?"
In the face of their protests, the teaching staff was unmoved.
The dean coldly ordered, "Execute them!"
In the next second, the barbed whips pierced through the air and nailed the bodies of the ten trainees. Immediately, their flesh was lacerated and blood dripped.
Among them, there was no lack of people who wanted to take out special items to resist, but they couldn't move. It was as if they were fixed in place by something mysterious. They could only watch as the whip swung towards them.
Screams spread throughout the field. In an instant, the standing trainees were beaten to the ground.
Every time the whip rose and fell, it would bring a large amount of scarlet blood and minced meat. The wounds broke open, revealing the eerie white bones inside. It was terrifying.
Whether it was the bullet screen or the field, everyone was silent.
Even if the last ten were their former colleagues and friends, no one dared to openly defy the NPC's orders. They knew that if they went against the NPC, they would only end up dead.
Under the pressure of the main system's iron law, even if the S-level trainees fell to the bottom ten, there was only one word for "death".
It was only at this moment that everyone recognized a fact.
This dungeon was different from all the horror dungeons they had experienced before. Even the special items each person had and how many life-saving trump cards they had were all useless.
Here, you could either learn or die!
In the midst of the screams, the dean said in a low voice, "That … Mr. Nan."
"Hmm?"
"The student who dyed his hair just now got fourth place in the grade."
The dean rubbed his hands and said flatteringly, "My school has always given preferential treatment to students with good grades. The promotion rate depends on them! Do you think — "
"Don't worry."
The devil showed a tacit fake smile and coldly threw down four words.
"I know what to do."