Zong Jiu was very satisfied with the positive attitude of the entire Class 9.
While he was satisfied, he took advantage of these people's enthusiasm to throw more papers. He hoped that they could turn their passion into motivation and make up for the 15 points that Class 9 lacked.
"Okay! We will definitely win glory for Class 9 and live up to the expectations of the class leader! "
The other ninety-eight trainees acted as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They tied the white strips of cloth over their heads and immediately began a new round of test paper battles in an uproar.
The bullet screen was also filled with howls.
[Go go go, Class 9, go!]
[Go! My blood is boiling! I also want to take out a paper and do it with Class 9. Today, we are all Class 9 people.]
[F * ck, sister above, you don't have to. That's nine subjects. Bad students will die from their stares. jpg]
The white-haired young man stood on the podium and touched his chin indifferently.
He did not feel that what he said was true. After all, magicians were definitely good at stirring up the atmosphere. They could easily get the results they wanted through words.
However, it was a good idea to stir up everyone's enthusiasm and liven up the atmosphere to achieve amazing results.
Anyway, no matter what, Zong Jiu would never admit that he felt a little heroic just now.
Absolutely not.
He looked at the Class 9 students who had pulled up their desks and started studying. They were helping each other and he felt very gratified. "Then you guys go ahead. I'll check when I come back."
"Yes! Class leader! "
Thus, all the trainees watched as Zong Jiu walked out the door. They lowered their heads again and discussed their studies in full swing.
After pausing in the hallway for a while, the white-haired young man sighed faintly. He carried a stack of homework and walked forward.
To be honest, Zong Jiu did not think that he was a good person.
A long, long time ago, before he became a Magician, he had left a file for observation.
This was because he lacked emotions, had poor empathy, and ignored the rules. He liked to cheat and disguise and played with humans in the palm of his hand. He lacked the necessary social activities and disdained to make friends.
These characteristics were undoubtedly a type of personality disorder. To be more precise, it was a type of antisocial personality disorder.
People like this were no doubt like ticking time bombs in society. As long as there was enough incentive, no one knew when they would explode. Therefore, after the psychiatrist gave all the students psychological counseling and tests, the homeroom teacher reported the news to the old nun who adopted Zong Jiu. The homeroom teacher said that the school would not accept this kind of marginalized existence. She tactfully persuaded the old nun to take the 11-year-old Zong Jiu home.
From then on, Zong Jiu knew that he was different from the others.
Compared to life and death, he preferred excitement. Compared to the rules that ordinary people should abide by, he preferred to ignore or break them, rather than follow the rules step by step. Compared to forming close relationships or unnecessary social interactions, he preferred being alone
Speaking of which, Zong Jiu had to thank Magic.
Without magic, he might not have been able to become like this.
Just like now, including when he first discovered the clues on his own, Zong Jiu did not even plan to tell anyone because he lacked basic trust.
But now … he thought of the ninety-eight smiling faces in the class.
For some reason, Zong Jiu, who had been watching from the sidelines like an outsider, seemed to have been pulled in.
The white-haired magician sighed in his heart.
He vaguely understood why Zhuge An asked him to come to this group dungeon.
He had to admit that No. 3 was a good judge of character. Even if Zong Jiu did not say anything, he had already seen through the clues.
In a trance, the pair of rough hands fell on his head again.
"If I can't find a target to use as a chain, then I'll respond to the expectations of others."
Turning the corner where the sunlight cut through the shadows, Zong Jiu took out a tarot card from his pocket.
The tarot card representing No. 2 Fan Zhuo was the fourth Big Alcanar, the emperor's throne.
After eliminating the possibility of the devil's manipulation, Magician put the card back into his Backpack.
Not far away, red words hung on a white background, indicating that this was Class One.
It was recess time, but there was no one in the hallway of Class One.
Only the trainees from Class Two were basking in the sun outside. They were holding a book in their hands and reading it attentively.
The white-haired young man walked over and immediately attracted the attention of the trainees from other classes.
Class One, which had the highest average score in the entire grade, was still studying hard. The other classes that did not meet the standards only studied harder. There was no difference between recess time and class time. Everyone was studying like crazy, and it was rare for trainees from other classes to wander around.
What's more, the one who came was a new trainee who had been in the limelight recently. He was officially third in the grade.
"Why did Magician suddenly go to Class One?"
The trainees from other classes whispered in the hallway. "Who doesn't know that Class One has the strictest rules? You're only allowed to fetch water or take a walk after class. You're not allowed to step out of the classroom."
They watched as the white-haired magician knocked on Class One's window, looking like he was looking for someone.
"That's right. Even if the other classes went to Class One, they would have to wait until free time. If Magician really went to look for someone, it would be a wasted trip. "
However, a minute later, the trainees standing in the hallway were all shocked.
The door to Class One opened.
Not only did it open, but the man who came out was also tall, with gray hair and red eyes. He had an extremely fierce temperament.
He nodded at Magician. The two of them turned a corner and walked side by side towards the stairwell.
It was only when the two of them disappeared around the corner of the stairs that someone said in a trembling voice, "It's fine.
"Isn't … isn't that No.2?"
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The atmosphere between the two of them was silent, but it was not awkward.
They walked up the stairs until they reached the rooftop of the school building.
No.1 Middle School's rooftop was on the sixth floor. It was covered with thick cement and was surrounded by rusty iron railings. There were gaps in the corners, as if someone had ripped them off.
The school had no intention of repairing the rooftop. After all, regardless of whether it was surrounded or not, it would not stop students who wanted to jump off.
Today's weather was still gloomy and there was no sunlight in sight.
Fan Zhuo was the first to speak. "Why are you looking for me?"
Zong Jiu nodded.
He pulled out the tattered diary from the exercise book he was hugging.
After Class 9 got the clue about the diary, Zong Jiu did not stop the class from spreading the word.
Therefore, in this week, many people already knew that Class 9 had found a diary.
Strangely, No.1 Middle School did not have any intention of holding a class monitor meeting.
Every meeting was held by No.2. The Dark Wizard, who was always cold and indifferent, was obviously too lazy to care. No.10 Tokumon did not even have enough time to study and was about to go bald, so he was not in the mood to care about these things.
Therefore, when No.2 did not hold a meeting, No.1 Middle School acted as if nothing had happened.
In addition, in the past few days, there had been rumors from the other classes that a few classes had found clues.
Zong Jiu thought about it and agreed. It was impossible for Class 9 to be the chosen class out of all nine classes. According to the rules of the horror dungeon, every class had a clue. That was the most logical.
After these days of observation, Zong Jiu could basically categorize Fan Zhuo as a member of the lawful faction.
You could not judge a book by its cover. Who would have thought that a half-vampire, the leader of the Night people, who looked like a commander who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, would be a member of the lawful faction?
Originally, Zong Jiu could have slowly figured it out by himself, but now, perhaps because he wanted to make those idiots in Class 9 laugh even more foolishly, Zong Jiu decided to take the initiative and look for a few allies.
Everyone else had to study hard, so this matter could only be handled by No.3 in the grade.
Among so many allies, No.2, who had a high position and prestige, was undoubtedly the best solution.
As expected, after listening to him, Fan Zhuo's expression was not surprised.
This time, the leader of the Night people changed the topic to business, and his expression became serious.
Zong Jiu admired No.2's business-like attitude.
After all, he wanted to separate himself from the original owner, so he did not want No.2 to use unnecessary filters to look at him.
"The reason why I didn't hold a class monitor meeting … I'm sure you know the reason."
That's right, there were too many variables in Dorm 101. For example, Class 5, and Class 10, who were gradually showing their inclination.
Under these circumstances, sharing information could easily lead to an incident like the one before the first monthly exam.
"That's not important, what's important is cooperation."
The white-haired youth took his hand out of his pocket, "You and I both know that this dungeon is not as simple as it seems. If we don't share information, we will miss out on a lot of information. "
As expected, Fan Zhuo readily agreed to the request to share information.
The two exchanged information on the rooftop. No.2 gave him an old letter he found in a crack in the classroom door, and Zong Jiu gave him a diary and graduation photo.
"If you didn't look for me, I was planning on looking for you in the near future."
After the exchange, Fan Zhuo paused, "Until now, after seeing that you're still the same as before, I'm completely relieved."
He added, "If Auntie in heaven knew that you were still as kind as before despite being here, she would definitely be pleased."
Zong Jiu: "…"
He looked at No.2's back as he left the rooftop, and for a moment, he did not know what to say.
It could be seen that the original owner had left an indelible beauty filter on Fan Zhuo when he was young. Even after so many years, his childhood friend's kindness still existed in his heart.
Of course, Zong Jiu did not want to say anything.
Because just as he lowered his head and was about to open the new clue, an unbridled and wanton gaze once again climbed up his back.
Zong Jiu's hand that was holding the envelope paused, and his eyes were sharp as knives as he sharply looked up.
Sure enough, in the shadows of the rooftop wall, a dark and slender figure was lazily leaning there.
Puppet strings were dancing in the man's hands, and his ten fingers were entwined as if he was planning the next unlucky person's fate.
The moment Zong Jiu looked over, the black-haired devil immediately put away his bored expression, and his dark golden eyes were filled with interest.
He smiled and turned his head to greet the white-haired magician who was standing not far away.
"Hi."