As soon as No. 1 appeared, the classroom fell silent.
The bullet screen screamed even louder.
[I'm so jealous of Class 9 students. I want a class teacher like that too.]
[Ah … Well, you don't have to worship him so much. Do you want to enter this Hell Mode dungeon?]
[I'm dying of laughter. Brother above, you're so direct.]
[Come on, those who can enter the Thriller Trainee Competition are all big shots. It's good enough that newbies like us can watch the livestream during the Horror Mode dungeon break. What are you thinking?]
Originally, Zong Jiu was still talking tough here, trying to establish his prestige as the class leader.
Logically speaking, if this dungeon didn't have such a sinister group mode, Zong Jiu wouldn't have meddled in other people's business. When he was in the Mental Hospital dungeon, he dared to be the lone wolf as a newbie. When he was in the Barren Village dungeon, he could only infiltrate deep into the enemy's camp. He had never been afraid and had always been rebellious.
But it was different now. If one of the trainees failed, the whole class would be in trouble.
Zong Jiu didn't want to be dragged down. He didn't know any of the Class B trainees in the class, but they had the power to control his life and death. It was very unpleasant. If a few of the trainees in his class were to drag him down, Zong Jiu would die from anger even without the NPCs doing anything.
Therefore, for his own sake, Zong Jiu had to show his power to the class and calm them down so that they wouldn't fail the next exam.
But halfway through, the class teacher arrived. The feeling of turning around was indescribable. It was as if he was reliving the fear of his class teacher standing behind him every time he turned around while playing with his phone.
Zong Jiu silently took a step forward and broke free from the hand on his shoulder.
He noticed that even though the man was wearing a suit, he was wearing a pair of white gloves again. But even with so many layers of clothing, it couldn't dispel the coldness of the man.
Zong Jiu thought about the crisscrossing scars on No. 1's hand in the trainee dorm.
The devil didn't seem to mind his coldness.
He shrugged and turned to the podium. "It's time for class."
Who would dare to disobey the orders of the No.1?
The ninety-nine trainees looked at each other and immediately returned to their seats.
No one dared to interrupt.
They could sense that something was wrong from the strange interaction between the two of them.
Zong Jiu was about to pick a seat at the back of the classroom, but just as he was about to take a step back, a mocking voice came from behind him.
"The class monitor should set an example and sit in the first row of the class."
Therefore, the white-haired young man retracted his foot that had just stepped out and turned around to face the Devil. He then steadily pulled out the first row of seats and sat down.
So be it! Who's afraid of who!
Zong Jiu glared back, not to be outdone.
From the demon's point of view, the light pink eyes were as fierce as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
As if he was amused, the man chuckled in his throat.
When the other trainees saw this scene, they could not hide the shock in each other's eyes.
Even the bullet screen was flooded with comments.
[No, don't you think that this master's attitude towards the Magician is a bit strange …]
[I noticed it too. It felt like he was deliberately picking on the Magician, including just now.]
[Upstairs, you're wrong. Although it feels like he's picking on the Magician, why does it feel so strange … It's not like he's trying to kill the Magician. I can't describe it. Instead, it's reciprocal. If I have to describe it, it's a very subtle feeling … Hmm.]
[That's right. I feel like the atmosphere between them is tense, but no one can get in between them.]
[Indeed, that's the feeling. But think about it, the Devil expressed his admiration for Magician in front of everyone. Could it be that Magician accepted the Night Clan's invitation and felt embarrassed, so …?] [That's right. That's the feeling.
[Can you stop guessing? How many times do I have to say it? Don't try to guess what this master is thinking. In my opinion, the master just thinks that the Magician is more interesting and fun.]
.....
Other than being the Class 9 homeroom teacher, No. 1 Teacher Nan was also teaching biology for the whole year.
The books had not been distributed for the first class, and the Devil was not prepared to teach them.
After everyone was seated, one of the worshippers finally mustered up the courage to speak. "My lord …"
The slender chalk circled around the white gloves, leaving a circle of inconspicuous dust.
The man's expression was slightly displeased. "Call me teacher."
The admirer looked like he was about to kneel down on the spot, his whole body trembling like a sieve.
"Teacher, Teacher Nan."
The Devil nodded casually. "In the next 120 days, I don't want to hear you call me anything other than 'teacher'."
"This is the Instance World of the Thriller Trainee Competition. It's not an infinite loop, and it's not a trainee dormitory. I'm an NPC, your homeroom teacher. But that doesn't mean that you can be superior to the others in these ten classes and win without a fight. "
These words were very harsh and merciless.
Not only did he state his position, but he also explained it.
Many of the trainees were suddenly enlightened.
No. 1's authority was different from theirs. Normal trainees needed to enter the Instance World, but No. 1 could play as an NPC.
This explanation was enough to explain why no one had seen No. 1 since the first round, whether it was the trainees or the bullet screen.
Other than that, the trainees also filled in the conditions for playing as an NPC in their own minds.
Role-playing modes were divided into three categories: low, medium, and high. Low-level Role-playing mode was like the Instance World of the Deserted Village. They were only given a normal card or an identity card.
Mid-level Role-playing mode's identity card would give a character's personality. The trainees needed to act according to the personality given by the identity card.
High-level Role-playing mode was the most difficult. Not only did they need to avoid the dangers inside the Instance World, but they also needed to combine all the information given by the identity card to perform a perfect role. Once the NPC noticed something was wrong, it was very likely that it would affect the direction of the Instance World.
Now that No. 1 had said so, everyone tacitly agreed that he had the identity card of a role-playing NPC.
NPCs had their limits, and trainees had their limits. Since they were role-playing and in a Instance World, there was naturally no favoritism.
The classroom was a little dull for a moment.
Even if No. 1 was their homeroom teacher, it could not bring about any direct effect.
Everyone's hearts were filled with a sense of confusion and fear.
This was only the first monthly exam, and an entire class was going to be eliminated. What if it was the mid-term exam? The second monthly exam? The final exam? In the end, how many B-level trainees would be able to stay on the school field and successfully complete this Instance World?
The devil said calmly, "The next monthly exam will be in thirty days. I hope you won't disappoint me."
The short sentence directly stirred up the dejected mood in the class.
The B-level trainees were energized. They all said in unison, "Yes!" Their voices were so loud that it almost blew the roof of the classroom.
It was as if to them, being able to not disappoint this lord was the goal of their entire life.
No. 1 did not seem surprised by such a scene. He even seemed a little disinterested.
However, it was difficult for others not to notice his lack of interest. Zong Jiu saw it clearly.
The white-haired young man sitting in the first row curled his lips without a trace.
How exaggerated. He did not know what kind of magic potion the devil gave these trainees. They were like Death Eaters worshipping Lord Voldemort. They could not wait to rush up and kiss the tip of his black leather shoes and scream "My Lord".
In summary, blindness needed to be cured.
.....
"No. 1."
Just as Zong Jiu was thinking, a low voice suddenly sounded from the podium. "Class number one, you will analyze this mock exam's biology paper."
Zong Jiu, who had scored less than twenty-five points in biology, was speechless.
There were so many nouns. The book had not even been distributed for people to read. Who could say one, two, three, four?
Zong Jiu grabbed the paper and stood up with hatred.
If looks could kill, he felt that the devil would have been cremated and sent to the crematorium thousands of times.
In this class, No. 1 asked three questions. In total, Zong Jiu answered three times.
He passed the first two questions by luck. The third time, he was punished for answering wrongly.
Now, even if the other trainees were blind, they could see that the devil was purely picking on the magician.
[F * ck! Poor magician. Poor magician.]
[I can finally confirm that no matter if it is admiration or criticism, the magician has received the only special attention from this lord after so many years. Is this lucky or unlucky?]
[Has the magician accepted the Night people's invitation to become a half-vampire? Sigh, if that is the case, the magician may have really angered No. 1.]
[The devil is watching you. Magician, you must be careful …]
Finally, when the class ended, the whole class stood up. They bowed and shouted, "Teacher, see you again."
Only Zong Jiu did the opposite. He sat down on the ground calmly. He looked as if he was not going to get up even if he had to.
The devil did not care. Instead, he picked up the unopened book and slowly walked down from the podium.
Everyone's eyes followed the man's movements.
He walked up to the white-haired youth and knocked on the table.
Zong Jiu did not look up. He closed his eyes and rested.
He could not do anything to the devil. After going through the Barren Village Instance Dungeon, the devil had restrained his murderous intent for some reason.
After abandoning their initial fight to the death, the two of them actually became like primary school students. Both of them held grudges and would seek revenge for the slightest grievance.
While the others gasped at his blatant disobedience, No. 1 placed the biology lesson plan on the table in front of him.
The devil's voice was teasing and ambiguous.
"After the evening self-study session … don't forget to come to my office."
When the black-haired man's back disappeared from the classroom door, the trainees in the class burst into exclamations.
They looked at Zong Jiu in disbelief. "You just disobeyed that lord!"
"And you disobeyed him in public! Oh my god! "
Thousands of words could be summed up into one sentence, and that was —
How dare you do that! Do you know who he is?! He is a man who has stood at the top of the infinite loop for god knows how many years!
Do you know what you're rejecting? What you rejected was the love of a Heavenly Deity! "He was going all out.
Zong Jiu truly felt that as long as they encountered the devil, the low-level trainees would be fine. However, these high-level trainees seemed to have their intelligence lowered. They were like bamboo shoots after the rain, popping up one after another.
"Oh."
The white-haired youth said coldly, "We are now in the Instance Dungeon. The devil is acting as the teacher, and I am the student. Trainees are not allowed to attack each other. In the long run, the trainees are not allowed to kill each other in the dormitory. It will be the same until the end of the competition. "
"Other than our class being wiped out in the next exam, can he kill me?"
"If that's the case, he can't kill me. Why should I be afraid of him?"
The others were speechless.
For a moment, they felt that his words made sense. They could not refute him.