At this moment, an assistant teacher ran over and whispered something into the Dean's ear.
They whispered in front of the podium and seemed to be arguing. In the end, they took a watch and repeatedly checked the time.
The Dean frowned and turned to another teacher beside him. The teacher led a few people and hurriedly walked towards the teaching building.
After this brief interlude, the teacher from the teaching office announced loudly.
"Please wait, we received a request from an applicant. Class 9's score needs to be recalculated."
Everyone was shocked.
Recalculation? This was something unheard of.
The Dean said impatiently, "This is indeed one of the rules of No.1 Middle School."
In fact, the people in the Dean's office were puzzled.
Because this rule was too cumbersome to implement, it wasn't printed in the school rule book a few years ago. He didn't know where this applicant had heard of it.
Everyone looked at Magician who was standing at the back of the Class 9 queue.
"Magician really came up with a solution? Oh my god, he's recalculating the score. "
"So many classes that were executed didn't say a word. How is it that Magician is so resourceful? He really has a trump card."
"This newcomer is too scary. No wonder he's favored by that master."
.....
Not only the people from the other classes, but the Class 9 trainees were also in tears as they shouted, "Brother Jiu!"
However, Zong Jiu stood in the same spot and didn't say a word.
He knew that he had just successfully connected to the main system and hadn't even started the transaction. How could he have received a recalculation result?
At the end of the day, this was probably the work of No. 99.
Zong Jiu saw it, and many of the comments zoomed in to see the line of words.
[No way … Difficult Leader No. 99??]
[Ahhh, no, no, I really like No. 99. I like everyone in Class 9. He's usually so funny, why is he so muddle-headed when it comes to something like this?! Magician already said he had a solution.]
[He probably doesn't have a solution. There's' 97 people 'written on the table. Sigh, he might be the one who recalculated the score.]
The white-haired young man stood in front of the desk with his eyes lowered. It was hard to tell if he was happy or angry.
Magician's finger brushed across the words on the table. He turned back abruptly, his voice calm. "Do any of you know where No. 99 went?"
The rest of the students in the ninth class hadn't realized that something might have happened to No. 99. They also didn't know about the message on the first table. At this moment, they were all confused. "Didn't he go to the toilet?"
"Yeah, didn't No. 99 need to pee just now? I saw him heading in the direction of the school building."
"Wait a minute, why is this kid taking so long to go to the toilet? Our class has already announced the results … "
Only No. 98, who was standing at the end of the line, turned pale when he heard the words "recalculation".
Gradually, everyone seemed to understand what was going on, and their faces were filled with shock.
Zong Jiu said calmly, "I haven't had time to communicate with the main system."
Number 98 suddenly stood up from his seat and accidentally flipped the table to the ground.
98's reaction made all the Class 9 trainees come to their senses.
They gathered around in a hubbub, their expressions anxious.
"No. 99, he, he …"
He was a grown man, but his speech was suddenly stuttering. He couldn't even complete his sentence. He had just said a few words when he started to cry.
At this moment, 98 recalled many, many things, many, many clues.
Many of the Class 9 trainees had a good relationship with each other. Even No. 50, who had provoked Zong Jiu on the first day of class allocation, was convinced in the end.
Especially the few bad students who were always mischievous, their relationship was quite good. Among them, No. 99 and No. 98 were examples.
Both of them were very lively and cheerful. No. 99 was the youngest in the class. Everyone treated him like a younger brother and he was happy to show off.
No. 98 was not much older than No. 99. However, No. 98 had been in the infinite loop for a longer time than No. 99. He was also part of the organization. They got along well with each other, and soon, they became good friends.
The two of them were not the type who could learn anything. One scratched his head over the science questions, while the other memorized the liberal arts and forgot everything. All the top students in the class took turns to tutor them, but they still couldn't improve their scores.
Although the two of them didn't talk about it, they still felt guilty. They felt that they were a burden to the rest of the trainees.
After the first monthly exam, No. 98 couldn't sleep that night.
In the middle of the night, after the lights in Dorm 407 were turned off, No. 99 crawled into his bed in the dark. He was so scared that No. 98 quivered and almost shouted that there was a ghost.
That day happened to be the day Class 9 trainees found their first clue and found out that becoming a faceless person could raise the average score of the class.
The two of them hid under the covers and were silent for a while.
No. 99 sighed.
The mid-term exam required a full six hundred marks. For Class 9 back then, it was too harsh. Their future was bleak. Not to mention, they were the worst of the ninety-nine trainees in the class. They would only be a burden to Class 9 and fall far short of the average score.
That night, they talked about a lot. Just like every high school student facing the night of the college entrance exam, they talked about everything and talked about their fear of death.
They were both veterans of the infinite loop, but none of the previous dungeons were as cruel and despairing as this group dungeon. It was filled with an incongruous warmth.
No. 99 said that if it really came to that, he would rather die first. After all, he had no parents since he was young and had no one he cared about in the real world. In the past, he couldn't study and had done everything to make a living. Even if he died in a horror dungeon, no one would remember him.
No. 98 punched him under the covers and said, "You're a little brother of Class 9. If you're going to die, of course the big brother should die first. Why are you acting so strong? If you keep talking, I'll beat you to death."
It was supposed to be a serious topic, but as the two of them chatted, No. 99 could no longer pretend to be fierce and burst out laughing.
They laughed in the dark and pulled the covers over their heads to avoid disturbing the other trainees who were still resting in the dormitory.
A week later, the two of them went to the class next door to move books together. Suddenly, something neither big nor small happened.
The class they went to happened to be Class 8, the class that sacrificed itself heroically in the first monthly exam.
Every class had clues left behind by the previous batch of students. The content was similar, and they all pointed to the final ending of the class.
After Class 8's classroom was empty, very few people would go there. Only the Class 9 next door would occasionally go there to get some extra draft paper or pens. Unexpectedly, in the process of retrieving the paper, No. 98 and No. 99 accidentally found a clue left behind by the previous batch of students in this classroom.
However, the clue to this classroom was a book called No.1 Middle School Rules. However, there were some rules and regulations inside that book that were different from the current school rules manual. There were a few more hidden school rules.
Later on, the dormitory leader voluntarily became a faceless person.
This incident was a huge blow to both of them, especially No. 15's good relationship with No. 99.
On the way from the exam hall to the field, No. 99 kept his head down and sobbed the entire way.
He said that No. 15 had died in his place.
No. 98 was also upset. He patted No. 99's shoulder, but he didn't know that No. 99 had already made up his mind.
Only now did he know what kind of decision 99 had made back then.
No. 98 cried so hard that he couldn't catch his breath. He couldn't even finish his sentence. "… He probably saw the clue to recalculating the marks in the school rules manual."
Zong Jiu frowned. "Do you know the details of the school rules?"
No. 98 shook his head. "I went to take a shower and was about to read it when he said that he had gone out for a while and passed the clue to you, Brother Nine."
Everyone saw Magician's darkened expression and could guess what happened next.
[Don't tell me that No. 99 didn't pass the clue to Magician …]
[I think that's possible. If No. 99 has made up his mind, he must have planned this for a long time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the excuse of going to the toilet after the exam ended. No one suspected him when he left. It's obvious that he has been preparing for this for a long time and has made up his mind to die.]
[Sigh, yes, he must have planned this for a long time. I'm guessing that the clue in No. 99's hand must have a way to solve this situation, but it probably isn't a good one … No. 98 even said that he purposely said that he passed the school rules to Magician when the book must still be in No. 99's hands. He just didn't want anyone to see the contents.]
[No wonder no one knows about this invisible school rule. It turns out that No. 99 has been hiding it from the very beginning.]
Until now, the Class 9 trainees still hadn't given up hope.
"If it's just a recalculation of marks, No. 99 should be fine. Maybe he's just having a stomachache and wants to go to the toilet?"
"Yeah, he's always so mischievous and has so many tricks up his sleeves. Why would he risk his life to do something so stupid?"
"Maybe he just wants to give everyone a surprise, that's why he's hiding … We have to believe in him."
Even though they said that, everyone couldn't stop their tears from flowing out.
No one wanted to believe that answer.
Because if the recalculation of marks, it could very well be Class 9 with 98 points and not 99 points.
.....
Just as the Class 9 trainees were having their own internal conversation, the rostrum finally came to a conclusion.
The few teachers who had left and returned returned. They spoke to the Dean and called the Assistant Lecturer over.
Not long after they left, the results of the second recalculation were released.
The Dean held a piece of white paper and announced, "Class 9, 802 points."
"This isn't fair!"
The first to shout was, of course, the class monitor of Class 5. "Why can they recalculate the marks? We want to apply too!"
It wasn't just Class 5. Class 6, who had just been sentenced to death, was also enraged. They were arguing on the field, causing the teaching staff to whisper to each other. They were all saying that it was indeed a good thing that they didn't manage to keep this school rule.
Faceless Man looked rather impatient. "Apply for a recalculation of marks. If the final score is the same as the current score, then the applicant will have to live as a human swine before he can die. Is there anyone from your two classes willing to step forward and apply?"
The class that had been noisy just now was put to rest.
Even though they were all going to die, no one wanted to have their limbs cut off and their eyes gouged out. A human swine with its tongue cut off.
Moreover, the trainees in their class were all extremely selfish people. No one was willing to use the pain they might have to endure in exchange for the rest of the class.
Even so, there were still people who were unconvinced. "Then why did their marks become higher after the recalculation?"
Soon, everyone knew the answer.
The group of Assistant Lecturers who had left in a hurry had finally returned. Each of them was carrying a heavy black bag in their hands. Blood was constantly seeping out of the bag, leaving a long trail of blood behind.
Their voices could be heard from far away on the field.
"This kind of student who jumped off a building is really hard to pick up. Broken into several pieces, there are still some left. Even their heads burst open."
"Be content. Even the roadside sanitation workers know that the quality of our school's students is quite good this year. In previous years, we had to clean up several of them."
Another person laughed out loud. "Hanging is still the best way to deal with. This kind of poor student is really troublesome even in death."
No one spoke.
Only the Dean held the microphone and sneered. "Because long before the recalculation, the recalculation applicant died. Now there are only 98 people in Class 9, not 99."