Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu felt that he was simply too smart.

Following the devil’s hateful face in his memory, he shortened the long black hair, **** a braid and hung it around his shoulders, and pulled his forehead twice to fix the fixed hair semi-permanently in the fixed place. .

After finishing the haircut, he backhanded and picked a black suit that was unchanged for 10,000 years, with the same dark gray vest and dark red tie—even the bronzing stripes on the tie knot. The details are also considered. Coupled with the tie clip, the gray and silver on the chest symbolizes the immortal ancient Egyptian cross, and even the length of the chain hanging down is exactly the same as the one on the chest of the original no.1.

This is no difficulty for Zong Jiu, after all, it is not a friend who is most familiar with a person, but your opponent.

As a qualified enemy, Zong Jiu can recite what his No.1 clothes look like with his eyes closed. He is sure that his No.1 is definitely not much worse than the original version! This is the cultivation of being an old enemy!

After putting on the black leather shoes, Zong Jiu looked at himself in the water mirror and fell into an awkward silence.

I have to say that the whole outfit of No.1 plus Zong Jiu's own face is very uncomfortable at first glance. There is even a sense of horror in that feeling.

He quickly picked an ordinary black mask, snapped it on his forehead, and looked at the masked person inside, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Looking at the Shui Jing this time, I only feel that my fist is hard!

Zong Jiu enlarged the figure in the water mirror and modified the details of the figure bit by bit.

It was also at this time that the modeling house kindly reminded him that he needed to retain three distinctive features, not his face.

Zong Jiu was lost in thought.

Can't think of it, his slender fingers slid lightly over the suggested options on the water mirror to see what suggestions it could give him.

[1. Keep your unique smell]

Zong Jiu: "..."

He looked down with a weird face and smelled it on himself, but he didn't smell any special smell.

But since the main system says yes, then so be it. Anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu can't smell it himself, can others smell it?

He hesitated and checked this option.

[2. The hands of a magician]

Zong Jiu looked at his hands in the water mirror.

The joints are distinct, and the thumb and index finger have very prominent bulges. At first glance, they have drawn too many cards and belonged to the hand of a magician.

Although his body has become younger and his hands have been strengthened, Zong Jiu subconsciously repeats the magician finger exercise before going to bed every night before going to bed. Sometimes when he is bored, he will unconsciously fly out of his hand when he touches a card. Lots of tricks.

It's been almost half a year since the horror trainee competition, and a thin layer of new cocoon on his hands is normal.

The part of the magician's finger cocoon is very special, and it is different from the cocoon taken out with a gun for a long time. It is not unexpected that the main system specially proposed it.

Anyway...no.1 comes standard with black leather tactical half-finger gloves, which can cover half of your fingers. Zong Jiu tried it, and found that the main system didn't prompt him to deliberately conceal the salient features he retained, so he happily checked this option and turned around to wear gloves.

As a result, Zong Jiu looked down after finishing all this, and found that the following options were varied. Some suggested that he adjust his height back, and some suggested that he keep his superior body proportions.

Zong Jiu: No, height is definitely not good!

If the height of the devil is lowered, other people will be able to see it at a glance. It is definitely not because Zong Jiu wants to try to look down on others.

He compared it and decided to keep a skin tone option. The main reason is that although the No. 1 person is crazy, the clothes are three-piece suits and gloves. They are wrapped tightly, and it is hard to see what they have to say.

After Zong Jiu finished all the design, he followed the example of a devil and put a few sorrowful poses in front of the water mirror. After he felt that it was all right, he saved it with one key and left the modeling room again.

The stylist who has been standing by the door is still waving his handkerchief and shouting at him: "Sir, don't you really think about it! Your body and appearance are the best I have ever seen. I can guarantee that you will Rejuvenated under my hands, women's clothing only once and countless times, you will fall in love with that feeling!!!"

Zong Jiu: Thank you, but not necessary.

He feels that his idea is much better than that of women's clothing.

First of all, given the status of no.1 in the minds of all the survivors, no one would dare to pretend to be him.

Furthermore, when everyone hears the fancy dress party, their first thought is not to deliberately disguise themselves as a well-known trainee, but to follow the public thinking and think about women's clothing and fancy dresses.

Besides, Zong Jiu felt that he was wearing a whole suit, and he could even show off his pretense and be quiet.

The most important thing is that, just like no.1, using the tutor's authority and the main system to hold this masked costume party, it is actually a secret to stamp Zong Jiu's battle book, which can be described as a bright provocation.

Being blatantly provoked by an old enemy, can Zong Jiu bear it?

He has to provoke and go back too!

Since no.1 gave him Shang Yangmou, Zong Jiu also replied.

He still doesn't believe it, the devil won't come forward after seeing his clothes.

What is Zong Jiu's mission?

Find no.1 from the crowd and expose his identity in public.

If the devil comes up, what's the name of it? Can think of this kind of free-for-work, which can provoke opponents and enjoy the good things, Zong Jiu feels that he is simply a genius.

He is looking forward to seeing the face of this costume on no.1 on the day of the dance.

......

For the next half month, Zong Jiu was very idle.

Originally, it was allotted time for the trainees to rest, but Zong Jiu felt that this time was too long, and it was not enough to have fun with the following copy.

So he didn't do anything. Every day, he squatted on the long grass in the room, brought a lot of books, and sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace while reading a book while playing the cat. The days were pretty leisurely.

Other trainees have more fun than Zong Jiu. The trainee dormitory has all kinds of facilities. In addition, after the King's Game and Halloween events are closed, the top bar and the colorful amusement park still remain.

Many trainees went to the colorful amusement park to recollect. Before, they were carrying tasks with them, and they were not very happy to play. This time they can let go of the game, and they went crazy at once. It is said that there was a trainee who ran to play deep diving projects and almost confessed to himself by accident. Under the sea.

He didn't die in the dungeons and special events, and almost became the first trainee to die during the break. That was also quite bizarre.

After more than ten days of this, Zong Jiu was a little bored, so he strolled to other alliances to rent rooms.

no.2 Fan Zhuo is not in his room. It is said that the leader of the night clan takes his subordinates to play golf with his subordinates every day. He has a unique hobby.

no.3 Zhuge An didn't find anyone. After inquiring about it, he realized that he went to the beach of the colorful amusement park to report on time every day, sitting on a floating tower and fishing leisurely. One fishing is a day.

This hobby is very dark when I hear it.

no.4 The exorcist was in the dormitory, and even invited Zong Jiu in to take a look.

When Zong Jiuyi stepped in, he was surprised by the dark-style room full of medieval witchcraft in his dormitory. There are all kinds of weird props hanging around inside, not to mention, even some of them are really special props, and you can feel the cold and cold air from them if you don't get close.

If you have to say it, the decoration style is very similar to the dirty basement of the exorcist in the famous horror film "Annabel".

The exorcist explained enthusiastically: "Oh, my colleagues all know my little hobby. It's rare to invite a guest to my dormitory. Please don't be polite."

Zong Jiu took the tea and chatted with him for a while before he waved goodbye.

Next is no.10 Onmyoji Tuyumen. Unexpectedly, Zong Jiu was also empty.

This is really weird. Several times before Zong Jiu came to the Tu Yumen to talk about things, the Onmyoji was the kind of squatting in his dormitory and playing games in his dormitory, fully armed upside down day and night.

He shook his head and went to Xu Su's dormitory to take a look.

Xu Su is not in the dormitory either.

Since that incident last time, Xu Su's whole person has changed like a different person. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has grown up ten years old.

Before he had time to rest, it was an absolute playground, games in the dormitory, and various fun places in the indoor city rushing to and fro.

This time, Xu Su simply didn’t even live in the dormitory. A few days ago, Zong Jiu asked, only to realize that he had spent survival points to find the main system to open a VR training room, where he trained black witchcraft every day, using sleepless nights and food. It is not an exaggeration to describe it. Several people, such as Zhong Yiyuan and Anthony, were also infected by his spirit. It is said that they have followed him to take care of them these days.

It's a good thing to be diligent.

Zong Jiu sighed, and was about to go back to the dormitory to continue reading his unfinished book. He didn't expect to run into an unexpected person when he looked back.

This person is dressed in a very strange manner, with one eye covered, only the other eye is exposed, shining with malicious light.

The clothes he wears are a bit like ethnic minorities, with a string of jingle bells hanging on his head and at the corners of his clothes. A waist is exposed in the middle. The wide trousers underneath look the same as a long skirt, and he has a pair of cloth shoes on his feet. .

After a glance, Zong Jiu withdrew his gaze uninterestedly, and continued to walk forward.

What I didn't expect was that the A-level trainee spoke first, with a strong contempt in his tone.

"You are the magician Zongjiu?"

Oh, there are really not many people who would talk to him like this these days.

The white-haired young man turned sideways and looked at it, "Who are you?"

Just two words, not very harmful, very insulting.

The A-level trainee blushed immediately, squeezing a few words from his teeth, "...I tell you, the S-level throne must be mine."

This person is really sick from the second old middle school, but when he jumps up to bb so much, Zong Jiu thinks of his identity.

This time, among the A-level trainees, there are three trainees who have received double S-level evaluations, and this one seems to be one of them.

Zong Jiu shrugged, "Then come on."

After he finished speaking, he didn't pause either, with his hands in his pockets, exposing his back to the opponent in a very cool manner, and left lightly.