Zong Jiu admitted that he was emotionless. Very few people could make him feel so emotional.
Apart from No.1, everyone else was able to accurately step on his minefield every time.
Zong Jiu didn't hold back at all. He put all his strength into his kick.
Under the shadow of the podium, no one noticed his little movement. Even the bullet screen wasn't bored enough to look at his foot.
No.1 Middle School gave the students ordinary canvas shoes. These shoes had no other advantages except for their hard soles.
It should feel good to step on them.
The black-haired man's expression didn't change. His heart didn't skip a beat. Even the tone of his lecture didn't change.
Only his slightly clenched white gloves revealed some of his emotions.
"The heart is in the mediastinum, the ribs are outside, and the diaphragm is below."
The force at the end of the pointer increased and slowly moved away from the heart.
If this happened a few more times, Zong Jiu could really fight with No. 1 on the spot.
However, before the white-haired young man could breathe a sigh of relief, his opponent's next move almost made his lower back collapse.
The cold and hard tip circled to the bottom of his heart and started to poke left and right maliciously.
The problem was that No. 1 was still talking about biological knowledge of the human body. His voice was like the sound of a cello, slowly scraping through the low notes of the bow.
The bone-chilling cold reminded Zong Jiu of the demon's eternal body temperature.
However, this didn't stop him from exerting force on his foot.
The two of them were secretly competing on the sacred podium. The trainees below were writing furiously, fighting for survival.
Even the bullet screen was learning from them.
[I've learned, I've learned. Mr. Nan's lecture is good.]
[I think if I finish this dungeon, I can go back and retake the college entrance exam.]
[Some of the knowledge is very accurate. Did No. 1 study human anatomy before?]
[Am I the only one who thinks that Magician's expression is bad? If I have to describe it, it's like his face is ashen.]
[Who would be in a good mood after being targeted like this? But I'm looking forward to Magician's outstanding performance in this dungeon. I hope he reaches a higher level soon.]
[That's right. Fans of Magician's career like this!]
.....
The duration of the class was long and unbearable.
Finally, just as the Zong Jiu's feet were about to get tired from stomping, the bell rang.
Unexpectedly, not only was No. 1 unmoved, he even publicly began to delay the court session.
When there were only a few minutes left between classes, the demon regretfully ended the human body demonstration class. He put away the pointer and chuckled.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
Zong Jiu zipped up his uniform, snorted coldly, and returned to his seat without looking back. Everyone could only see the back of his head.
After winning a round, the demon returned to the office in a good mood.
All the teachers of No.1 Middle School had their offices in the same room. However, as No.1 was playing a special role this time, a small office had been added to his office, allowing him to enjoy the same treatment as the grade director.
Just then, a faceless teacher turned around from the water dispenser with a cup of water in his hand. When he saw him, he looked surprised.
"Teacher Nan, why are your shoes so dirty? Is it raining outside? "
"Oh, that."
No. 1 curled his lips. "I was stepped on by a cat. It's no big deal."
"There are cats in our school?" The faceless teacher was suspicious.
"Of course, a Silver Gradient."
The demon's smile deepened. "It's fierce, but it's still cute."
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The days that followed passed by exceptionally quickly.
As if a knife was hanging over the necks of all the trainees, their learning efficiency became unprecedentedly high. Even if they repeatedly studied, studied, and studied every day, no one raised any objections.
During this period, in addition to the monthly exams, there were also weekly quizzes.
The class monitors lived in the same dormitory and privately exchanged their grades.
Without a doubt, the class with the highest average score in the entire grade was still Class 1.
Class 1 recruited two great generals. However, unexpectedly, the last place was not from Class 10, which didn't even make the top ten, but from Class 8.
The ranking of Class 9 that Zong Jiu was in was not very optimistic. It hovered between eighth and ninth place.
This time, the last class was eliminated. Who knew if it was possible that Class 9 would be eliminated in the monthly exam?
For this matter, Zong Jiu specially brought a report card and asked the top ranked trainees in the class to tutor the bottom ranked trainees in small groups.
The tutor for the top and bottom ranked trainees was arranged for the third period of self-study. Every day after the second period of self-study, Class 9 trainees would voluntarily stay in the classroom and put together desks to tutor each other.
"We are now grasshoppers on the same line. If one of us drags the other behind in the next monthly exam, it's very likely that the entire class will be implicated. We're all adults, so I don't need to explain the principles. You're all B-level trainees, so it's impossible that you don't understand this little principle. "
This time, the entire class of trainees looked at the report card. No one spoke up to refute. They all chose to listen obediently.
Speaking of which, Class 9 was really unlucky.
There were a few foreign trainees at the bottom of their class. Some took the ACT and SAT exams, while others took the A-level exam. Ignoring the difficulty of the exam, the subjects were all different. Although the other trainees had forgotten, they still had some foundation in their memory. They, on the other hand, had to start all over again. Naturally, they were lagging behind the other trainees in terms of mastery and absorption.
There was also trainee # 99. Zong Jiu had never seen anyone more eccentric than him. No matter how hard he tried to teach him, he could not understand.
Finally, after another question was wrong, the white-haired youth put down his book and rubbed his temples. "If you really can't establish a logical understanding, you should focus on the liberal arts first. Go memorize books."
Although liberal arts was not something that could be done by memorizing books, Zong Jiu held # 99's paper and did not have the strength to complain.
He was just like Tokumon from Class 7. He had a unique brain circuit that no one else could understand.
# 99 looked like he was about to cry. "I'm sorry, ma … class monitor. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
For the past thirty days, everyone's minds were extremely tense.
The original evaluation criteria were all messed up. Only the 'score' was a unified and hard indicator.
Although no one said anything, the trainees from the other classes with poor grades had a hard time.
Especially the classes that were ranked at the bottom. They tried everything they could to increase their average score. Even so, the students with the lowest student numbers were not valued by the school. Occasionally, they would be troubled by the teachers.
For example, # 99. He was often called out and punished for not being able to answer questions.
He used to be a free man without any organization. He did not expect Magician, the reigning top student in class, to personally tutor him. He was grateful but also frustrated at his own stupidity.
"It's okay. It's not your fault that you can't learn. Everyone has their own strengths."
Zong Jiu felt his temper had improved significantly in this dungeon. "Tokumon from Class 7 is still S grade. His grades are worse than yours. Don't belittle yourself."
# 99's eyes were brimming with tears. "Yes! I'll continue to work hard! "
[I didn't expect an S grade boss to be despised in just a few days.]
[I thought Tokumon didn't revise. Now I know, he's really a bad student.]
[There are four answers to a multiple-choice question. Even if you don't know how to answer, there's a one in four chance you'll get it right. However, Tokumon is able to guess three quarters of the answers correctly.]
[Who would've guessed it? A non-chieftain plus a bad student. What kind of terrible combination is this?]
After returning to the dormitory that night, Room 101 held another group meeting.
"The first monthly exam is in three days. Does anyone have any better suggestions?"
In the past twenty days, they had come up with many ideas. This included Fan Zhuo's suggestion of everyone handing in blank papers and so on.
However, these ideas had obvious flaws. If something went wrong, the consequences would be unpredictable.
The main system's intention was obvious. The group dungeon was a process of elimination. Moreover, the ten classes were competitors. Even if they lived in the same dormitory, it would be difficult for them to lower their guard and team up.
"Why don't we try the method of handing in a blank paper first?"
Fan Zhuo tapped on the table, neither too fast nor too slow. His dark red eyes were deep in thought.
"There's always a way. If we can use this to find out the main system's bottom line, it's also a good thing."
This time, no one raised any objections.
The Dark Wizard even added a plan B.
It was easy to see that a blank paper was handed in. All the students in the exam room were supervising each other and none of them were writing.
If someone was writing, this plan would be ignored and the exam would proceed as normal. After all, everyone's lives were important. If there were such scoundrels with ulterior motives, this kind of non-binding agreement could only be nullified.
Although the possibility was low, everyone still decided to give it a try.
Since the plan had been decided, the next step was to inform the students of each class.
No.1 Middle School was filled with cameras and monitors. If they wanted to pass on the message, they could only do it one by one.
Therefore, each class monitor chose to call out one person from each dormitory and let them pass on the message. Remember to keep everyone vigilant.
"On the day of the exam, no one is to write. You can sleep or stay silent. As long as everyone does this, the group's actions will not affect any individual. "
Therefore, the news of the trainees' collective rebellion began to spread in private. In just a short day, everyone knew about this plan. It was like a surging undercurrent.
If it could be executed perfectly, it would indeed be the best solution.
However, when there was only one day left before the first monthly exam, something finally happened.
There were a thousand trainees. There would always be a time when they could not take care of it.
One of the dormitory's unintentional words were overheard by the monitors. Therefore, the teaching assistants caught all ten trainees in that dormitory and beat them up in the hallway.
The other dormitories were tightly shut. No one dared to open the door, but no one fell asleep either.
Screams echoed throughout the night, echoing in the empty hallway. The sound was bone-chilling.
After being whipped more than ten times, the B-level trainee confessed the truth like spilling beans.
When one of them spoke, the other nine naturally followed.
In the dormitory, Zong Jiu put down his pen. "This plan failed."
Indeed.
It was not just a failure. Because of the leak of this news, all the trainees were chased to the field before dawn the next day. The dean told them that they had to maintain military posture and stand under the scorching sun for an entire day.
You can rest once every hour, and each rest will last for five minutes. However, if the teaching assistants found them moving during this time, they would be whipped.
Naked corporal punishment.