At seven o 'clock in the evening, everyone went to the classroom on time and began to prepare for the evening self-study.
Unfortunately, one person was two minutes late and was stopped by the teaching assistant at the staircase.
His screams echoed throughout the entire teaching building.
Now everyone knew that the punishment for No.1 Middle School was whipping. Demerit was a beating followed by stripping the person naked and throwing them into a small dark room for seven days. During this period, they would only be fed pig food through the dog hole and eat, drink, and defecate inside.
No one had tried the demerit before, but it would only be more terrifying than the previous two.
As long as they violated the school rules, they would be punished, including if they were caught in the dormitory.
What was even more terrifying was that the duration of this dungeon was too long.
A full 120 days meant that they would not be able to return to the trainee dormitory for four months.
In the past, if they were injured in the dungeon, as long as they were still alive, they could return to the infinite loop and spend 500 points on the main system to recover. Now that they were injured in school, unless they were lucky enough to have a special healing item, they would have to heal themselves.
The school did not even have an infirmary, so healing would not be faster than ordinary people.
In this difficult situation, there were a few trainees with healing abilities among the B-level trainees. They would definitely be treated like treasures.
During the evening self-study, the classes organized to move books. They moved the teaching materials and guidance books for the nine subjects over.
There were not many classes today, but in the face of life and death, the trainees pinched their noses and looked at the questions in the guidance books. They did not care if they could understand the self-study. First, they checked the standard answers for the mock exam.
The surveillance camera hanging from the ceiling turned like a head.
Occasionally, there would be patrolling teachers or teaching assistants wandering in the corridor during the evening self-study. Their shadows were elongated, and their faceless faces were reflected outside the glass windows. It was hair-raising at first glance.
[It's too hard … When I think about how I, an old sociopath who graduated more than ten years ago, have to go back and learn high school content, I'm already lying peacefully in the emergency room.]
[There's still a month. I don't know what results we'll get in the next monthly exam. Is there anyone who can predict?]
[Learning all the high school content in a month, emmmm, actually I don't think it's very likely, not to mention the Olympiad questions. It would be good if the first in the grade could at most pass every subject.]
[I also think that passing every subject in a month is already very impressive. Let's wait and see.]
Not to mention the bullet screen, even the trainees themselves did not expect this.
Who hadn't slacked off when they were studying? Although studying was hard, at least they found joy in it.
Moreover, high school should be the holy land in many people's hearts. Everything that happened during this period was covered with a layer of beautiful or painful gauze. It was an unreachable dream during the sensitive period of puberty.
Now, this dungeon had destroyed all the beauty of high school.
Studying was no longer for the sake of getting into the school one desired, but for the sake of survival.
If you don't learn, you will die.
There was no lack of trainees who didn't study hard when they were students, or trainees like Tokumon who weren't cut out for studying at all. They didn't even participate in the college entrance examination. But no matter how unruly they had been, they were now forced to pick up a book and read every question with great difficulty.
This was only the first day, but the fiery learning atmosphere was already packed to the brim.
No one wanted to be last, and no one wanted to die.
As the class monitor, Zong Jiu would only have more things to do.
After receiving a biology lesson plan from the devil, he chose to focus on biology for tonight's self-study session.
It was obvious that the lesson plan was an NPC tool prepared by the main system. The words on it were neat and square. Although Zong Jiu hadn't seen the devil's writing, he could tell at a glance that it wasn't the devil's handwriting.
Other than that, there was also the situation within the class.
Because of No. 1's sudden interruption, the effect of Zong Jiu's harsh words was greatly reduced.
The Class 9 53 trainee who had raised an objection earlier didn't seem to dare to have any more opinions about Zong Jiu.
Zong Jiu didn't ask for everyone to listen to him. He only hoped that they could focus on their studies in the coming days.
In this kind of learning atmosphere, the two evening self-study sessions quickly passed.
"Ring ring ring —"
The piercing sound of the bell tore through the deep night sky.
The trainees all got up, not forgetting to take a few books back to the dorm.
No.1 Middle School didn't have the concept of homework, but no one dared to go back without a test paper.
Zong Jiu also took a book and prepared to leave.
After seeing his movements, a trainee hesitantly called out to him.
"What's the matter?"
The young man turned his head, his white hair falling over his shoulders. His perfect side profile was faintly discernible under the incandescent light.
[Although I've said it many times, I still want to howl again, the magician beauty!]
[Sob sob sob sob, me too, he's too good-looking. Sob sob, he's the ceiling in my mind.]
[I'm already taking a screenshot. As usual, I'll post it on the forum. Those who want to set a screensaver can take it yourself.]
[Thank you, sister above!]
[Who would've thought that I became a fan of his because of his face? He could've relied on his face, but he chose to rely on his strength.]
The trainee paused for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Um … Didn't Mr. Nan ask you to find him in the office after school?"
School didn't end in the afternoon, so the evening self-study session should've ended. Moreover, the third period of evening self-study was a free time, so he should at least go.
Zong Jiu said expressionlessly, "Oh, I'm not going."
To be honest, Zong Jiu didn't even think about going to the office obediently.
Did he have to go just because the devil asked him to? Then wouldn't Zong Jiu lose face?
Did he look like someone who would listen to his teacher's words?
Even if he listened to his teacher, he definitely wouldn't listen to Mr. Nan.
As he spoke, the white-haired youth did as he said. He turned around lightly and followed the crowd downstairs back to the dorm, leaving the trainee dumbfounded as he watched his silhouette glide away.
After returning to the dorm, even the three S-level students chose to study by the light of the lamp, working hard until midnight.
Fan Zhuo's racial talent was really enviable. The later he worked, the more energetic he became.
Zong Jiu put down his book when it was almost two in the morning. He jumped out of bed and went outside to get a glass of water. When he turned around, he saw that the gray-haired man was still holding a fountain pen in his hand, seriously solving a physics problem.
Reconstructing high school knowledge really made people feel like their mental walls were about to crack.
Zong Jiu shook his head. Just as he was about to go to sleep, he saw the man put down his pen and say goodnight in a low voice.
The white-haired youth put down the stainless steel cup and said goodnight in return.
Aside from the nonexistent marriage contract, they were still real distant relatives.
Zong Jiu felt that Fan Zhuo had a filter for his childhood friend. Although Fan Zhuo was cold and reticent, he truly treated him like a younger brother.
As he thought this, he climbed up the stairs to his bed. He didn't see the green eyes of the Dark Wizard slowly opening in the lower bunk.
.....
There was no biology class for the next three days, so he could rest easy.
However, Zong Jiu didn't expect that after standing No.1 up, he would reap what he sowed in this life a few days later.
The class schedule for the next two days was packed. They had to take turns to study nine subjects. There was limited information in class, so they relied more on self-study.
In addition to these classes, there was an art class and a physical education class every week.
This week's physical education class had already been replaced by math class. Of course, art class wasn't spared either. As expected, just before class started, they were informed by the teaching assistant that the biology teacher had replaced them.
Zong Jiu: "…"
He had a bad premonition.
When the black-haired man entered the classroom and announced that they would be learning about the human body with a smile, Zong Jiu's bad premonition grew even stronger.
Especially when the demon said with a smile, "In order to give you a better understanding of the human body structure, I will choose a student to cooperate with me in the next class."
As expected, the demon said, "No.1, come to the podium and demonstrate."
Zong Jiu gritted his teeth and walked to the podium under the expectant gazes of the entire class.
The human body structure was different from a real person, so it was normal to have a student model teach.
"Take it off."
The man slowly pulled out a pointer. His voice was low, and it was impossible to tell if he was happy or angry.
The tip of the pointer pointed at the white-haired youth's zipper. It was obvious what he was hinting at.
Zong Jiu glared at him.
He was wearing a thin T-shirt under his blue and white uniform.
The youth stood on the podium, his white hair tied up high. He was wearing only a shirt, which outlined his slender and beautiful figure.
In contrast, Zong Jiu's face was dark and gloomy.
If the demon dared to ask him to take it off, he would beat up the teacher in class.
[This … is a normal teaching demonstration, why do I feel like something is wrong?]
[How did Magician offend No.1? That's terrible.]
[That's not terrible, right? Why do I feel like the atmosphere between the two of them is weird …? Think about it, if anyone really offended this Lord, they should have been reduced to ashes at the very least. How could he allow the other party to wander around in front of him?]
[I think so too. It's more like a primary school kid looking for trouble.]
Unexpectedly, the demon didn't have that intention.
The demon didn't even have the usual happy smile on his face. Instead, he was like a real teacher, teaching the class seriously.
Gradually, the trainees in the class became more focused. In the face of life and death, no one had time to pay attention to anything else. For a moment, only the sound of the pen scratching on the page could be heard in the silent classroom.
Only Zong Jiu could deeply understand the demon's true intentions under the surface of the cultured scum.
"This is the throat."
The cold pointer slid down the youth's beautiful jaw, circled around his Adam's apple, and followed the edge of the T-shirt to his beautiful collarbone.
"The bronchial tubes lead to the left and right lungs."
Even though there was a layer of clothes between them, the hard pointer still made Zong Jiu feel uncomfortable.
His next action almost made him jump on the spot.
The pointer landed right on Zong Jiu's heart.
The heart was undoubtedly one of the most dangerous areas in the human body.
Just this small move made Zong Jiu's hair stand on end and his blood rush to his head.
"This is the heart, the human body's blood pump. It weighs about two hundred and fifty grams."
A deep male voice sounded beside him, with obvious mockery.
"Oh? Student No.1's heartbeat quickened, rapid and powerful. It's obvious that Student No.1's body is very healthy. "
The white-haired youth's eyes were sharp. Taking advantage of the cover of the podium, he stepped on No.1's black leather shoe.
In the end, he even used the bottom of his foot to crush it.