84. No.1 Middle School
Zong Jiu believes that he is indifferent to emotions, and few people can make him have such violent emotional fluctuations.
Except for No.1, he can step on his weak spot accurately every time.
Zong Jiu showed no mercy in this kick, and he was full of strength.
With the shadow of the podium blocking it, no one really noticed this little action, and even the barrage was not bored enough to zoom in to see the foot.
The No. 1 Middle School provides students with ordinary canvas shoes. This kind of shoes has no other advantages, but the soles are very hard.
It should be quite pleasant to step on it hard.
However, the black-haired man did not change his face or heart, and even the tone of his lecture did not fluctuate at all.
Only the slightly clenched white gloves could reveal some of his mood.
"The heart is inside the mediastinum, the outside is the ribs, and the bottom is the diaphragm."
The force at the end of the pointer increased suddenly, slowly moving away from the heart.
If this area, which is closely linked to life, happens a few more times, Zong Jiu will really fight with No.1 on the spot.
However, before the white-haired young man could breathe a sigh of relief, the opponent's next move almost made his lower back collapse.
The cold and hard tip went around the heart and began to poke left and right with great malice.
The problem is that while playing tricks, No.1 was still talking about human biology, and his voice was like a cello sonata, slowly scraping the bass strings along the bow.
The bone-chilling coldness reminded Zong Jiu of the devil's eternal cold body temperature.
But this did not prevent him from continuing to exert force on his feet.
The two of them secretly competed on the sacred podium, and the trainees below were writing furiously, struggling hard for survival.
Even the barrage followed and studied hard.
[I learned, I learned. Teacher Nan's lectures are really good]
[I feel that as long as I follow this copy, I can go back and take the college entrance examination again (wrong)]
[Some of the knowledge is very accurate. Has No.1 studied human anatomy?]
[Am I the only one who thinks the magician's face is very bad? If I have to describe it, it's ashen?]
[Who would feel good if they were targeted like this? But I'm looking forward to the magician's outstanding performance in this copy. I hope he can reach a higher level soon.]
[Yes, the magician's career fans like it!]
......
The class was long and hard.
Finally, when Zong Jiu was almost tired of stepping, the bell rang.
Unexpectedly, No.1 was not only unmoved, but also openly started to delay the class.
When there were still a few minutes left in the break, the devil ended the human body demonstration class with regret, took back the pointer, and chuckled.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
Zong Jiu zipped up his school uniform, snorted coldly, and returned to his seat without looking back, giving everyone a cold white back of the head.
Having won back a round, the devil returned to the office in a good mood.
The offices of all teachers in No. 1 Middle School are in one room, but because No. 1 plays a special NPC this time, a small office is added to the office, enjoying the same treatment as the head of the grade.
It happened that a faceless teacher turned around from the water dispenser with a cup of water, and looked surprised when he saw him.
"Teacher Nan, why are your shoes so dirty? Is it raining outside?"
"Oh, this."
No. 1 curved his mouth, "A cat stepped on it, it's not a problem."
"There are cats in our school?" The faceless man was suspicious.
"Of course, a silver gradient."
The devil smiled more deeply, "It's fierce, but still cute."
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The days that followed passed exceptionally quickly.
A knife hung over the necks of all trainees, and the learning efficiency became unprecedentedly high. Even if they repeated studying and studying every day, no one raised any objections.
In addition to the monthly exams, there were also routine weekly tests.
The class leaders all lived in the same dormitory and exchanged their scores privately.
There is no doubt that the class with the highest average score in the whole grade is still Class 1.
Class 1 has two generals. However, unexpectedly, the last one is not Class 10, which has no top ten, but Class 8.
The ranking of Class 9 where Zong Jiu is located is quite not optimistic, just hovering between the eighth and ninth positions.
This time the last class is eliminated, who knows if the monthly exam will eliminate Class 9?
For this matter, Zong Jiu also specially brought a report card and asked the top trainees in the class to tutor the last few trainees in groups.
The top students and the poor students were arranged to study together in the third evening self-study period. After the second evening self-study period every day, Class 9 would stay in the classroom on their own initiative, pull out the desks and put them together to tutor each other.
"We are now grasshoppers on the same line. If one person lags behind in the next monthly exam, it is very likely that the whole class will be dragged down. We are all adults, and there is no need for me to explain the truth. You are all B-level trainees, and you will not be ignorant of this little truth."
This time, the trainees in the class looked at the weekly test report card, and no one spoke out to refute, and they all chose to obey obediently.
It is really unlucky for Class 9.
There are several foreign trainees at the bottom of their class. Some take the ACT and SAT, and some take the A-level. Regardless of the difficulty, the exams are different. Although the other trainees have forgotten, they still have some memory foundation. They have to start all over again, so naturally they are far behind other trainees in mastering and absorbing.
There is also a trainee No. 99. Zong Jiu has never seen a more weird existence than him. No matter how he teaches, he can't teach.
Finally, after getting another question wrong, the white-haired young man put down the book and rubbed his temples, "If you really can't establish logical understanding, you should focus on liberal arts first and memorize the books."
Although liberal arts cannot be passed by memorizing books, Soujiu was really powerless to complain when holding the paper of No. 99.
He is just like Tsuchimikado from Class 7, with a strange, student brain circuit that others can never understand.
No. 99 looked like he was about to cry, "Sorry, Demon... Class Leader, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
Everyone was extremely nervous during these thirty days.
The original judging criteria were all disrupted, and only "scores" were the unified hard indicators.
Although everyone didn't say it on the surface, the trainees with poor academic performance in other classes didn't have a good life.
Especially the classes with low rankings, they tried their best to improve the average score. Even so, the students with low numbers in each class were not only not valued by the school, but also occasionally embarrassed by teachers and NPCs.
For example, No. 99 was often called out for being punished for not being able to answer questions.
He was just an unorganized free man before, but he didn't expect that the magician, the top student in the class, would personally tutor him. He was grateful, but also anxious about his own stupidity.
"It's okay. It's not your fault that you can't learn. Everyone has their own strengths."
Song Jiu felt that his temper had improved a lot in this copy. "Tsuchimikado from Class 7 is still an S-level. His performance is worse than yours. Don't belittle yourself."
Number 99 burst into tears, "Yes! I will continue to work hard!"
[I never expected that in just a few dozen days, an S-level boss would become a despised existence]
[Before, I thought that Tsuchimikado didn't review. Now I know that he is a real scumbag]
[There are four answers to a multiple-choice question. Even if you don't know how to do it, there is a one-fourth chance of guessing it right. But Tsuchimikado can guess three-fourths of each answer. Light a candle.jpg]
[Who can guess this? Non-Africans and scumbags, what a terrible combination]
After returning to the dormitory at night, 101 held another collective meeting.
"There are three days left before the first monthly exam. Does anyone have any better suggestions?"
In the past twenty days, they have also thought of many ways in the middle. Including the method proposed by Fan Zhuo before, that everyone should hand in a blank paper, etc.
But these methods all have obvious flaws. Once something goes wrong, the consequences are difficult to predict.
The main system's intention is very clear. The collective copy is a process of elimination. In addition, the ten classes are still competitors. Even if they live in the same dormitory, it is difficult to let go of their guard and unite.
"Why not try the method of handing in a blank paper first."
Fan Zhuo tapped on the table slowly, his dark red eyes in deep thought.
"The method is always tried out. If we can use this to touch the bottom line of the main system, it will be a good thing."
This time no one raised any objections.
The black wizard even added a plan B.
It is easy to see that the blank paper is handed in. As long as all the students in the examination room supervise each other and no student writes.
If someone writes, this plan will be considered non-existent and the exam will be normal. After all, everyone's life is life, if there is such a treacherous rat who destroys it, this non-binding agreement can only be invalidated.
Although the possibility is small, everyone decided to give it a try.
Now that the method has been decided, the next step is to notify the students in each class.
There are cameras and monitors everywhere in the First Middle School, and if you want to pass on the message, you can only pass it one by one.
So the class leaders of each class chose to call out one person from different dormitories, and then let these people pass on the message on their behalf, remembering to keep everyone alert.
"On the day of the exam, no one should write, you can sleep or be silent. As long as everyone does this, group behavior will not affect individuals too much."
So, the big news that the trainees planned to rebel collectively began to spread privately. However, in just one day, everyone knew about this plan, like an undercurrent.
If it can be executed perfectly, this is indeed a perfect solution.
However, when there was only one day left before the first monthly exam, something went wrong.
There are always times when one thousand trainees cannot be taken care of.
A few words in a dormitory were accidentally heard by the surveillance. So the teaching assistants caught all ten trainees in that dormitory overnight and beat them up in the corridor.
The doors of other dormitories were closed tightly, and no one dared to open the door to go out, but no one fell asleep.
The screams rang all night, echoing in the empty corridor, and each sound was bone-deep.
After being whipped more than a dozen times, the B-level trainee confessed the truth like pouring beans.
One person said, and the other nine naturally followed suit.
In the dormitory separated by a wall, 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 driven to the playground before dawn the next day. The dean told them that they must stand in military posture under the scorching sun for a whole day.
They can take a five-minute break every hour. But if the assistant teacher finds them moving during the break, they will be whipped.
Naked corporal punishment.
The author has something to say: After writing this chapter, I immediately opened a new can for my increasingly fat silver tabby master_(:3∠)_
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