The atmosphere of the entire No.1 Middle School was very gloomy.
It was not easy to pass the first monthly exam, but they did not expect that there would be a midterm exam, a second monthly exam, and a final exam.
The first monthly exam eliminated a class. This midterm exam, however, if the average score did not meet the standard, they would be directly executed.
What's more, this execution paled in comparison to the main system's erasure. Fortunately, the main system's erasure was only for a moment. The soul would be annihilated without feeling any pain. No.1 Middle School's execution, however, was a real torture. They were allowed to die only after tasting extreme pain.
Many trainees would never forget that scene.
Many heads were separated from their bodies on the playground. There were even half of their heads that had just fallen off. They were still breathing out of their nostrils and died with their eyes wide open.
Sticky minced meat and blood covered the entire cement-paved playground. The pungent smell of blood lingered there. For the next week, as long as they opened the dormitory window, they would be able to smell it clearly.
What was even more frightening was the requirement of the midterm exam.
Six hundred points.
What was the concept of six hundred points? The nine-subject Gao math paper had a total of 1,150 points. It sounded like they only needed to pass every subject to get six hundred points.
However, for trainees who had almost forgotten all their high school knowledge, it was definitely not a simple matter to raise their grades to a passing grade in just two months.
Even Class One, which was the defending champion in the class average score, was still some distance away from this average score.
A hard indicator meant that there was no need for competition between classes. As long as a class did not reach this line, they would all be eliminated.
The standard that was gathered like this was definitely higher than the average score of each class. There would only be a dark horse if there was competition. No.1 Middle School had used this method for many years. Although some good seedlings would be eliminated in the middle, the average score of each student in the final few classes was definitely better than any of the eliminated top students.
This time, there was no need for the school to say anything more. The trainees themselves began to crazily work through the hell of exam questions.
In the next ten days, everyone's face, without exception, had big dark circles. They wished they could split their time in half.
The learning atmosphere in Class 9 was also very enthusiastic.
Under the influence of the revolutionary friendship, the entire class of trainees helped each other out.
Whoever was really sleepy in class would consciously stand at the back of the classroom to listen to the teacher. Every day, they would organize themselves to use the time between classes to do their homework. At night, during the third period of self-study, they would gather together to compare their answers.
Thanks to this instance dungeon, the trainees in each class quickly became familiar with each other. Even if they were assigned to the same class and had their own enemies or enemy organizations, they would still see each other frequently. They had become a community with a shared destiny and had to fight side by side. Their relationship had also eased quite a bit.
Especially Zong Jiu.
Zong Jiu felt very tired.
In the past, he was a carefree magician who only cared about his own happiness and could act cool. Now, he was a class monitor who had to take care of his family. It was all thanks to Zong Jiu's good memory that he was able to memorize everything without missing a single word. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't be able to take care of both sides.
However, they were very obedient, and they couldn't just ignore their shared destiny.
The few at the bottom of Class 9 were like mice that saw a cat when they saw him. They studied seriously without any hesitation. If Zong Jiu told them to go east, they would definitely go west. They weren't at all like some of the Class B's who put on the airs of a senior.
In such a stressful and fulfilling environment where the fear of death was the main driving force, something finally happened one day. It could be considered as shattering the stagnant water without any ripples in their lives.
It wasn't a big matter, but it wasn't a small matter either.
The reason was that a Class 9 student found a tattered diary in the wooden compartment of the class's podium while cleaning.
The diary indicated that it was left behind by a student from a few years ago. There were also some grades in it. Just by looking at the grades, one could tell that the owner seemed to be a girl with excellent grades.
Speaking of which, it was strange. After the trainees entered this instance dungeon, it wasn't that they didn't think of looking for clues or clues left behind by NPCs. Unfortunately, this school was very strange. Other than knowing that a large number of students had committed suicide, all other traces seemed to have been deliberately erased without a trace.
This diary was their biggest reward after entering the instance dungeon. It was probably because they didn't find the corner of the podium during the winter and summer holidays that they were lucky enough to survive. Otherwise, it would have been cleaned up by the school like all the other traces.
"Quick, open it and take a look. The other classes haven't found anything like this. What if there are some clues about the background of this instance dungeon?"
"That's right. If we can find some clues, we might be able to make some new progress."
Since it was found by Class 9, the first thing they would do was to study it internally in Class 9. They would only take it out after the study was completed.
Therefore, dozens of heads gathered together, and the gaps were filled with eyes as they watched the white-haired magician slowly open this dusty diary.
Not only the Class 9 students, but the survivors who were watching the livestream from the other classes also heard the news and switched to Class 9 to watch the show.
[F * ck, this should be the first special item that has appeared in this instance dungeon, right?]
[Let's see what it is. It can't be some important clue. According to the rules of a horror instance dungeon, a diary is the best medium to record these things.]
[Indeed, if there is any way to solve this, it would be a huge gain.]
Magician flipped open the first page of the diary without a change in his expression under the heated gazes of the crowd.
Strangely, the diary didn't have the owner's name, but the handwriting looked familiar to Zong Jiu.
[March 3rd, even though I begged, they still used their connections to send me here.]
[March 5th, it's so scary … This school is so scary. If I don't study, I will really die.]
[March 6th, they don't even allow students to write diaries. If they find out, I will be in danger. I have to hide this diary well.]
There wasn't anything special in the beginning. Zong Jiu flipped through the pages and only saw some trivial records. The words were filled with the blood and cruelty of No.1 Middle School.
These were things that the trainees knew. Even if they saw it, it wouldn't be of much use. There wasn't much reference value.
Finally, after flipping through a few more pages, they saw something of value.
The handwriting became messier towards the end. It was obvious that the diary owner's mental state was unstable when he wrote these words.
The turning point was when another person appeared in the diary.
[April 6th, this diary is the only time I can relax in my busy study. It's only when I write these words that I don't look like someone who was born to study.]
[April 8th, the class monitor is really a good person. Even though he can't take care of himself, he still took the time to counsel the class.]
[April 11th, the first monthly exam. The girl in front of me secretly gave me a candy. I hid under the blanket and opened it. Even though it had melted, it was really sweet.]
[April 12th, everyone in the class is doing well. I also want to become someone who can warm others.]
.....
[On the 10th of May, the whole class made a promise to survive together and get into the top 3 of the university that we like.]
When he reached this point, his handwriting became neat and steady again. Every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, every stroke.
Until —
[May 14th, how could this be?]
Unfortunately, when they flipped further, they found that the last two or three pages seemed to have been gnawed off by rats. They were stained with wet traces and pasted into a ball. Only the last remaining piece of yellowed paper was left.
At this point, the handwriting became messy again. There were even black stains on it.
Some of the trainees in the class were shocked. "So much blood?"
Previously, they knew that the chances of the diary owner surviving were not high. Otherwise, why would he leave his diary here and not take it with him when he graduated?
[July 4th, I've found it. It's right next to the Corpse Pool … But there are only three people in the class. If no one of us changes, our class will die in the next exam.]
[July 5th, I'm taking graduation photos today. The moment the shutter was pressed, in the photo … I'm the only one left.]
[July 6th, save me. No matter who it is, please save me, okay? I can't hold on anymore … I can't hold on anymore.]
[July 7th, if nothing unexpected happens, this will be the last time I write this. I'm going to put it on the podium tonight. If anyone sees this, please stop all of this before the tragedy happens. Just like what I said before, this transformation process is [Irreversible]. Even now, the students have all become the most hated people in their hearts, but in order to survive, we can only do this. There is no other way.]
[They used themselves to save the class, to save me.]
[Now, it's my turn.]
The diary came to an abrupt end.
After reading the diary, the Class 9 students looked at each other.
The first page was filled with daily activities, but the last page was filled with secrets. If they wanted to find more clues, they would no doubt be in the first few pages.
Zong Jiu was the first to ask, "Did you find anything else when you were cleaning? Is there anything else in the crevices? "
No. 99 shook his head like a rattle-drum. "When we cleaned the podium together, there was nothing but the diary and a few report cards that were close to full marks."
Zong Jiu pondered for a moment, then pointed at the words "graduation photos" in the diary.
"This should be the key to solving the puzzle."
He was not the only one who thought so. Everyone else thought so too.
"But we've been in No.1 Middle School for so long, and we've never heard of any display area for outstanding alumni."
As the trainees spoke, they suddenly realized something. "Logically speaking, shouldn't a key middle school be eager to display the graduation photos and honor roll of their outstanding students?"
[There must be something fishy about this. There must be a problem.]
[That's right. Since we've found the source of the problem, we just need to investigate further.]
[It's just that I'm a little curious about the irreversible tragedy in the diary. What does it mean? Could it be that all the previous graduates have committed suicide after becoming classmates?]
[That can't be right. Even if they commit suicide, they can still take graduation photos together. Do you think they're zombies?]
However, this question was quickly answered in the morning five days later.
A Class B trainee became a faceless person.