Night people had some information about Zhuge An.
The most important information was his background.
Because of the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams disk, many people guessed that he was the student Guiguzi had chosen.
Ten years had passed since Guiguzi's death. His old subordinates had all been wiped out, so there weren't many records.
No one knew what kind of mission Guiguzi had left for his students.
These were secondary. The most important thing was that no one thought that Zhuge An was a good person.
On this point, they were absolutely in agreement with Zong Jiu.
Even if Guiguzi had left a mission for them, Zhuge An didn't seem like the kind of person who would listen obediently. Everyone's vigilance towards him was almost 100%.
This was probably something that No.2 didn't expect. Brother Jiu, who still had a childhood filter in his eyes, was already familiar with the two dangerous people he had just mentioned.
Three days after the conversation with Fan Zhuo, the delayed monthly exam arrived.
At the same time, at the same place. Even the weather had returned to its usual dark and gloomy state.
The trainees moved their desks and chairs to the field under the command of the magician. They arranged the desks and chairs neatly across the field, covering the entire field.
The exam was about to begin. The atmosphere was tense and gloomy.
This time, it wasn't like the last mock exam where they didn't prepare for a battle. It was time to truly test their abilities.
Zong Jiu looked through the window and saw the teaching assistants clearing the field. They were checking the desks one by one to see if there were any problems. If they found any, they would have to change the desks and chairs.
The white-haired magician turned around and scanned the entire class with an oppressive gaze.
"The exam is about to begin. I won't say much. This exam isn't just about your life. It's also about the lives of all the trainees in the class.
"There are only four hours of exam time. There are nine subjects and Math Olympiad questions. You definitely won't be able to answer them all. Just like our previous analysis, make your choices and fill in the blanks first. Do what you know first. Skip those that you don't know and those that take too much time. "
Zong Jiu's gaze lingered on the few trainees with the worst grades. "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you really don't know how to do it, calm down and fill in more words. That way, you can do politics first."
It had to be said that the strangest subject out of the nine subjects was politics.
Attending politics class really hardened one's fists.
Although the values of the dungeon world and the normal world were a hundred times different, this was the first time he had seen such a distortion.
In this world, technology changed with each passing day. Therefore, sociologists and scientists began to discuss how to maximize the productivity of society.
It was this utilitarian ideology that led to the introduction of new laws and policies.
After referring to countless documents and observing countless experiments, the sociologists divided humans into two categories.
There were two types: those who were useful to society, and those who were useless to society.
Experts firmly believed that those who were useful to society would show their useful traits from a young age. This was especially true when they were students. They firmly believed that as long as their academic performance was good, they would be able to get into university and become the pillars of society in the future.
Those who were useless to society referred to those who were mischievous, didn't study seriously, and got into fights early. Even if these people left school, they would be the dregs of society and wouldn't contribute anything.
Gradually, as time passed, this ideology permeated into all sectors of society.
Schools were recognized as the cradle of humanity, so they naturally bore the brunt.
Many extreme right-wing experts firmly believed that those who were useless to society wouldn't be able to create any value even if they were alive. It was better for them to die and become fertilizer for nature. Under the influence of this atmosphere, key high schools and universities came up with life and death contracts. As long as parents wanted to send their children to school, they had to sign a life and death waiver.
Parents naturally wanted their children to succeed. They had no idea what kind of hell they were sending their children to.
The mainstream ideology of this dungeon was also faithfully recorded in the textbooks. Students who were trained in this environment would grow up to be supporters and believe that survival of the fittest was inevitable.
In short, the politics class was really frustrating, but for the sake of grades, they could only endure it.
Soon, the teaching assistant gave the order for the students to take the exam.
Zong Jiu reluctantly crossed his hands under the strong request of the entire class.
"One, two, three, do your best!"
After cheering, Zong Jiu also took special care of No. 99 who had been tutored by him for more than twenty days.
If it were any other class, the last few students would be faintly neglected. Only the ninth class had a good atmosphere, and they even tutored a few students every day.
It was just that his academic results didn't improve much, but he really got along well with his classmates. After spending more than a hundred days together in this hellish dungeon, it had only been thirty days and a revolutionary friendship had emerged. Other classes were very secretive about cheating, afraid that the students with bad grades would implicate them. Class 9 was different. More than half of the students volunteered to help them cheat.
"Be careful, it's too risky. Let's not do this."
If they were caught cheating, they would get a zero for all the subjects. It was indeed too risky, and one careless mistake could implicate the entire class. After thinking for a long time, Zong Jiu still came out to stop them.
"Don't be nervous, just do your best and do your best."
After the other trainees left, Zong Jiu especially encouraged No. 99.
Although he had worked hard for so long and still couldn't improve No. 99's grades, the kid was indeed a clown with a good personality.
His grades were a little bad, but he had a good relationship with the other trainees in class and was close to his allies. It was said that there were a few factions in class that wanted to recruit No. 99 after the dungeon ended.
This guy had been in the infinite loop for so long, and he was able to reach Level B as a free person. It was obvious that he had good talent and luck, and he was willing to work hard and endure hardships. If he could survive this dungeon, he would have made a name for himself as a thriller trainee.
"Okay!"
No. 99 pulled No. 98 along. The four or five poor trainees stood in place and saluted to the class. "We didn't disgrace Class 9's mission! We brought glory to Class 9! "
Ten minutes later, when all the trainees were seated, the exam began.
Blank test papers were handed out from the front and spread out on everyone's desks.
Only the scratching of pens on the test papers could be heard in the exam room.
[I wonder how high the grade's average score will be this time.]
[Last time, the results almost doubled. Which class is lagging behind? Looks like it's still a mystery.]
[Looking at it now, Tokumon's Class 7 is a little dangerous. Magician's Class 9 is about the same, but I personally think it's possible for Class 8. Class 4 is also very dangerous … These classes all have outstanding trainees, it would be a pity if they were all eliminated.]
[I'm going to switch to another channel. I'll come back in four hours to see the results.]
Zong Jiu was buried in his work when he suddenly felt a shadow cast over him.
No. 1 was dressed very formally today. Perhaps because he was the chief examiner, he wore a black suit, a white shirt, and a tie. He even put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
The flat lenses blocked his malicious gaze. Only when the sun shone on him could the cold tint of the lenses be seen.
Seeing the white-haired youth look up, the man casually pulled at his tie and glanced at him from above. "Take the exam seriously. I don't have the answers on my face."
Zong Jiu didn't say anything. He let the pen twirl around his elbow to fully express his disdain. He then lowered his head and continued to answer the questions.
Although he really wanted to tell No. 1 to stop hovering in front of him, there was a rule in the exam room that forbade talking.
Zong Jiu wouldn't fall for the devil's trick.
.....
This time, the four hours passed even faster.
"The exam is over. All candidates please stop answering and wait for the invigilator to collect the papers."
When the end of the exam signal came from the flag-raising platform, everyone stopped writing.
One of the trainees in the class was still one line away from finishing a major science question. He was still struggling.
But in the next second, he cried out in pain. The pen in his hand flew out. A hideous wound was torn open between his thumb and index finger. Sticky blood dripped down.
"No. 14 in the fifth class. You didn't stop writing after the exam. You will be penalized once. You will be punished within three days after the exam ends."
The field was silent. Only the shrill screams could be heard.
No one cared about this little episode. The trainees' eyes were all on the teacher grading the papers under the flag-raising platform.
It would only take less than an hour for these thousand papers to be graded. By then, the final name list would be decided.
Every time the teacher graded the papers, everyone's heart trembled.
This was a long wait. It was also a torturous trial.
Silence and fear were infinitely magnified. Their stomachs were heavy and clenched. It was unbearable.
Everyone's life was tightly compressed and entrusted to a thin piece of paper.
The College Entrance Examination paper entrusted the fate of every high school student, but this paper entrusted their lives.
Finally, the last paper was announced to be graded.
The Dean of Teaching slowly walked up the flag-raising platform, took the red paper, and began to announce the top three in the class and the ranking of the class.
The invigilator also distributed the graded papers.
This time, Zong Jiu achieved a reversal. He climbed from fourth place to third place.
"First place in average score, Class 1. Second place in average score, Class 3. Third place in average score …"
The classes whose names were called breathed a sigh of relief and high-fived each other.
The further down the list was, the more nervous the classes whose names were not called.
Recalling the tragic scene of being in the bottom ten during the first mock exam, some trainees could not help but tremble in their seats.
Zong Jiu tilted his head and saw No. 99 leaning his head on the table dejectedly.
It was obvious that he did not do well.
Coincidentally, the Dean of Teaching announced the eighth place.
"Eighth place, Class 9."
The Class 9 trainees were all stunned. Then, ecstasy appeared on their faces. They stood up from their seats and applauded.
"We passed. We're not in the last place!"
"You're good. You can pass like this. Looks like the class monitor tutored you well!"
"He tutored you every day for the past ten days. You're going bald. You have to treat everyone to a meal when you get back to the dorm!"
They picked up the last few who did not understand the situation and threw them into the air. They smiled as if relieved of a heavy burden.