21. Chapter 21

How is this possible? !

Looking at the bright "S" and "F" on the white-haired young man's head, silence swept like a tide.

Not to mention Zong Jiu, even the others were confused.

[Viewers who have watched Brother Jiu's live broadcast, come and say, the S-level rating may be because of some unknown deal with Zhuge in the dungeon? And after knocking the perverted doctor with a hammer, Jiu also took the S-level item in the dungeon. In summary, it feels like it's okay to get an S-level item, right? ]

[Fuck, this white-haired guy got an S-level item? What's going on, what did I miss, confused.jpg]

[What what what? S-level item? ? After you said that, I suddenly felt that it was no problem for him to get an S-level evaluation from the main system. I suddenly choked.]

[......It's really scary. Are the newcomers so powerful now? (The melon in his hand fell)]

After all, the barrage is from a God's perspective and can know more information.

When they all realized it, new questions arose.

[No, now I have figured out why he can get an S-level evaluation from the main system, but why did the instructor give him an F?]

[To be honest, I also want to ask this question...It's impossible that he can get an S-level evaluation from the main system, but the instructor's evaluation is so low, it's obviously unreasonable]

[The lady who watched the live broadcast on the first floor]

[Here I come. Uh, I was thinking about the question above, but if I have to say it, it feels like it might be because Ajiu smashed the NPC to death with a hammer (no mercy). After all, it is an unwritten rule that you can't hurt NPCs in the infinite loop. Maybe the instructor gave a low score because of this? [Thinking]

[It may also be because Zhuge helped him. At that time, Zhuge used an S-level item to seal the space in the ward. Who knows what happened?]

The comments were so intense that the discussion in the studio became more and more intense.

The exorcist exaggeratedly said, "F-level, my goodness, did this kid offend the mentor?"

The Nine Thrones remained silent. Even the one who had been gloomy before looked like he was thinking.

So far, no one knows who the "mentor" mentioned by the main system is. But according to their previous inferences, since the mentor evaluation and the system evaluation are almost the same, this also indirectly shows that the mentor evaluation and the system evaluation have a certain consistency, otherwise they would not be so close.

But now, the "F"-level evaluation that the white-haired young man received broke everyone's usual cognition.

The medium suddenly said, "It sounds like the mentor is some kind of supreme existence. Interesting. Could it be that the main system can be cultivated into a spirit?"

Everyone else thought it was a joke, but the black-haired man who had been sitting with his eyes closed raised his eyelids and said coldly.

"It is not allowed to become a spirit after the founding of the country."

Others: "..."

They remembered that Zhuge An was in charge of the Eastern Tai Chi Bagua Plate. When it comes to spirits, it may really involve the scope of human professional knowledge.

They broke out in a cold sweat and said against their will, "Ahaha, Brother Zhuge is really humorous."

Zhuge An rarely spoke, and everyone forgot the previous discussion. The highest point became as calm as dead water again.

On the contrary, the person sitting at No. 2 turned his head and glanced at him with an ambiguous look.

The voices on the top floor paused for a while, but the noise below was still going on. Even though the re-evaluation of the entire E-level trainees has ended, the focus of everyone's discussion is still the newcomer who received polarizing evaluations, and everyone continues to glance at him from time to time.

"This is really dramatic. Who knew that the final result would be like this? What a pity."

"That's right. I thought there was a dark horse that could kill the arrogance of those old people. Alas, I didn't expect it..."

People were half hypocritical, but in fact their faces were full of gloating.

"I said, they are all newcomers like us, how could they have such great abilities? It's possible that they cheated."

"Indeed, look at his appearance that is more beautiful than a woman. Maybe the instructor saw his true face and gave him an F-level."

......

In the midst of whispers, the only person who remained unmoved was the person at the center of their topic.

Zong Jiu stood where he was, lowering his eyes and looking at the green badge on his chest. The big "C" on it was particularly eye-catching.

The main system gave an S-level evaluation, and the instructor gave an F-level evaluation. If we take the middle value, it is C-level, no problem.

Those eliminated in this round are F-level, and those who are F-level need to enter the punishment dungeon. So at least Zong Jiu has been promoted to a higher level, and even has a little more room than E-level.

But Zong Jiu is a little unhappy now.

If anyone tells you that you got a perfect score of 100 in the exam, but after the test paper is handed out, you find that you only got 50 points, you will definitely feel bad, right?

His expression remained unchanged, and the people around him did not dare to say anything, but only dared to look at him secretly with their eyes.

After what happened just now, the newcomers seemed to have a subtle gap with him, and no one dared to come up and talk to him.

As time passed, the main system had also re-evaluated to the border of A level. Everyone's eyes returned to the scene in the studio again.

Before this, there was only one red S level in the entire hall.

Fortunately, the A-level trainees with strong strength did not disappoint. Nearly ten of the less than two hundred people had red letters on their heads.

By the way, the evaluations these people received were all higher than the evaluations of the main system. Several main systems only gave A or B levels, but the mentors generously gave S as encouragement.

Looking at this, Zong Jiu felt more and more that he was being targeted.

Mentor evaluation.

He muttered these words in his mind and fell into deep thought.

This mentor definitely gave him F level on purpose.

But when Zong Jiu followed this logical clue and searched in his mind, he couldn't find a corresponding existence.

After thinking about it, Sheng Yu was the most mysterious person in the first personal show.

Sheng Yu didn't come back alive, but this person left Zong Jiu with countless mysteries, which was impressive. The most suspicious death was so easy, top-heavy, as if someone suddenly cut off, and there was no follow-up.

As for the other doctor who looked suspicious... Anyway, Zong Jiu got revenge at that time, and as expected, he should be deducted for injuring the NPC.

But despite this, Zong Jiu also felt that his hammer was worth it, eliminating harm for the people, and making a steady profit. Besides, why does he care about an NPC? Anyway, he will never see him again after leaving the copy.

So, the root of the problem still revolves around Sheng Yu.

Just when Zong Jiu was thinking, the S-level re-evaluation was also completed.

Without exception, the throne came down in a row, and the one above his head was called a sunset red. Until the end, the only one who really exchanged positions was with No.10. The seats above did not change at all, and the lower levels did not usurp the throne.

In fact, the higher you go, the smaller the range of strength changes. For high-level trainees, their strength is not much different from what the main system predicts. Only when they are thrown into a sufficiently difficult copy together can they easily pull out the gap, otherwise the scores are very close and evenly matched.

[The second round of level selection is over, and the next step is the time for trainees to change their positions]

Zong Jiu slowly followed the crowd and climbed two steps from the ladder representing level E to the C ladder.

The hall was noisy. Regardless of whether they were promoted or not, as long as the trainees who did not fall to level F had happy faces.

At the same time, in sharp contrast, were the people with purple badges on their bodies. They looked depressed, cried constantly, and were hysterical.

[The punishment copy is opening...]

After the trainees of other levels took their positions, all the F-level trainees, whether they were willing to move or not, were forcibly transferred by the main system and disappeared into the studio.

Now the lowest level in the entire hall became E-level. While the E-level trainees were all glad to have escaped, they also began to worry about how to proceed in the next game. If they did not advance in the next copy, the F-level trainees who were eliminated in this game would be their fate.

[Forced transfer has been completed]

The cold system prompt resounded throughout the hall.

[The second round of copies will be opened in three days. At the same time, random copies will be allocated according to the results of this level division. Trainees are strictly prohibited from privately exchanging intelligence obtained from level advantages or engaging in trading. Once discovered, they will be severely punished.]

Intelligence refers to the advantages of trainees of different classes.

Zong Jiu had heard rumors before that S-level trainees could know the background and venue of the next copy in advance, and high-level S-level trainees could even choose copies by themselves, with more authority than one could imagine. The higher the level of the trainee, the more information they can get, so that they can make more preparations in advance. But C-level trainees like them can only wait for the distribution in the dark.

According to the post-match settlement of Zong Jiu's current C-level trainee status, he can only get 2,000 survival points.

If his hand was injured in the horror copy, even if it was broken or more serious, it would only take 500 points to restore it with one click. But Zong Jiu's injury happened to be brought from reality, so according to the rules of infinite loop, the points must be multiplied five times.

In addition, Zong Jiu is a bit greedy. Since the infinite loop provides this condition, he wants to strengthen his hand. If he can restore to the highest level of his original great magician, it would be great.

Now the trainees are divided into old and new, and the strength and experience of the two groups are far apart. After screening in the first copy, the main system should provide them with a platform so that the newcomers will not stagnate or the gap will become larger and larger. After all, the purpose of the system has never been to send newcomers to die, but to promote the survival of the fittest.

Just as Zong Jiu was thinking, the main system revealed the three-day activity schedule between dungeons.

[In order to give newcomers more opportunities and to promote the relationship between trainees, a special scene will be opened in the north area of ​​the trainee dormitory during the intermission between two dungeons: Las Vegas Casino]

[Trainees can participate in various activities in the casino during these three days to earn more survival points]

[Survival points can be exchanged for some special props in the casino's limited-time store, or directly strengthen the body to increase the survival rate of the next dungeon]

There was an uproar in the hall.

Undoubtedly, the "Las Vegas Casino" opened by the main system is a precious opportunity for every newcomer. It also has a fatal attraction for the elderly.

Because in the infinite loop, the only way to obtain special props is the horror dungeon, and the probability of output is pitifully low.

But now, the main system directly gave them a way to exchange survival points for props. Many old people who are short of props are eager to rush into the casino to have a good time now.

Just when everyone was in a heated discussion about Las Vegas. Suddenly, there was a sound of gasps from the upper echelons.

Gradually, the sound came one after another. In just a few seconds, the newcomers in the entire lower level stopped discussing one by one and looked up in confusion.

Behind the throne at the highest point, someone hummed a gloomy, weird and untuned song, and stepped on the endless darkness swarming up with the tip of his leather shoes.

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, is it what I guessed! Is that person coming?]

[Ahhhh, he's coming, he's coming, the man who made me willingly look through the list of live broadcast rooms for a day is coming]

[This should be the first time I see this person's true face except for the video on the forum. Alas, I am perfect]

He's coming.

The man was wearing a neat black suit, with half-long black hair tied behind his head, and the tie of his white classic shirt was neatly folded. On his chest was a red rose covered with dew and about to bloom. The cold chain of the golden pocket watch hung down in his pocket. His posture was elegant and noble, hiding the madness inside, as if he was about to dress up to attend a luxurious and grand court ball.

His handsome face was cut into several distinct light and dark pieces by the red gold chandelier. The bright one was bright and flawless, perfectly like the most proud creation of God, the Seraph Gabriel; the dark one seemed to be unable to look directly into the abyss, deep like the cold and twisted fallen angel Samael in hell.

This face perfectly blended the holy divinity and the crazy devil, with a childlike innocent look and a devilish power. It made people unable to disobey, but only fear and submission.

He walked step by step, and each step made the darkness behind him spread a little more. Outside his slender fingers, transparent silk threads flew and spun, falling into the invisible space.

Everyone was looking at him.

Countless survivors had undisguised enthusiasm in their pupils, and bowed their heads in worship.

[Welcome to the scene, No.1]

The system said calmly.

No.1!

The newcomers exchanged shocked glances with each other, watching the man slowly sit down on the highest and most central throne.

"Everyone, good night."

No.1's voice was low, and anyone with a discerning eye could hear the lightness contained in it.

He clasped his ten fingers together, and the white gloves pressed down in the air. The studio really followed his instructions, and the whole audience fell silent.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Just now, he could feel a shiver on his back, as if someone was cooperating with a sticky and sharp sight like a venomous snake, passing through him inch by inch.

Familiar eyes.

A bold guess emerged in his mind.