Ch106 – Though the Mills of God Grind Slowly, With Exactness Grinds He All

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“Class 5: 795 marks.”

For a split second, the whole quadrangle was plunged into absolute silence, before immediately erupting into noise. 

[??? What’s going on? Didn’t this shitty Class 5 already pass the score line during the second weekly quiz?]

[Yeah, I also remember they crossed it way back.
Although it’s disgusting, they have so many faceless people in their class they’d gotten 850 in the third week.
So how could they have fallen below 800?]

 

 

[Maybe they got overconfident… Class 5 has so many that are faceless, and so I noticed the self-proclaimed ‘high flyers’ weren’t very serious in doing the paper.
In the last weekly quiz as well, aside from the faceless people, the best scoring trainee in Class 5 would probably only rank top 10 in other classes.
Maybe with so many faceless people pulling up class average, they got careless, thinking they could slack off.
Maybe that’s why they slipped up.]

[No matter how complacent they got in their studies though, it wouldn’t have been to this extent… the past few weekly quizzes were very secure, but now it’s dropped by 60 marks.
That’s not normal.] 

If even the bullet chat could see something amiss, how could the trainees in the thick of it not?

 

“How is that possible… How is that possible?! There’s a calculation mistake in the scores, there must have been a calculation mistake in the scores!”

As though deranged, Class 5’s monitor bolted from his seat and rushed to the flag-raising platform, trying to snatch the exam scripts—but the long whip that came whistling down flung him to the ground, and he rolled around in pain.

The teaching director impatiently knocked on the table surface, gesturing for the restless students to quiet down.

 

“The teacher who marked this batch of scripts informed us a total of ten students in Class 5 submitted blank papers.”

At this, the hubbub of discussion suddenly cut off.
It was utterly silent once more.

Only Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, unsurprised.

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Ten people submitted blank papers? 

Let alone Class 5, this also came out of the left field to trainees from other classes, with astonishment slapped across everyone’s faces.

Were they out of their mind?

There was a long spell of silence, and this time it was Class 5’s top students who broke it.

They all got up from their seats, their faces flushed and twisted with anger as they charged to the desks at the back and began hauling the underachievers from their seats, fists flying and spewing profanities. 

“Dickheads, has shit gotten into your brains?”

“Is it you guys?! Fucking hell, a bunch of uneducated bastards!”

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Liang Mingde was slammed off his seat by almost a dozen people.
Yet, despite their kicks, he lay on the freshly repainted basketball court and began laughing hysterically.

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They had long been pushed to desperate straits.

There were only two options laid before them.
If they advanced, then they’d either cave under the pressure of their environment and become faceless people to shine a light on this abominable class.
Or they could tear everything apart, perishing together.

 

Too many underachievers had become the targets of Class 5’s elitist clique.
Trainees who managed to climb to B-rank, no matter how much they weren’t cut out for studying, weren’t as timid and cowardly as regular trainees.

Rather than crumble in this environment of never-ending bullying, why not detonate in silence? 

On the eve of the second monthly exam, the bottom ten students of Class 5 imprinted bloody handprints, vowing to take revenge in the upcoming exam.

The truly gratifying, yet saddening result, was there was not a single deserter amongst the ten.

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They had long abhorred the self-proclaimed high flyers in class.

“You deserve it! Every one of you deserves it!” 

“You’re sissies who only know how to sacrifice others to save yourselves, HAHAHA, SISSIES! We’d rather die than become faceless to save garbage like you, so let’s all die together! Even if we perish, we have to drag trash like you into hell to suffer with us!”

Class 5 pounced and tore into each other, fresh blood spilling from their scalps, dying to bite a piece of flesh off each other.

“You should have thought of this back when the sixty of you formed cliques to bully us.
HAHAHA! This is retribution, the just desserts you all deserve!”

The quadrangle was in disarray. 

In stark contrast to Class 5’s chaos was the other classes’ silence.

Only after a long while, did a trainee ask shudderingly pipe up, “Th-this was intentional?”

No one expected the underachievers in Class 5 to actually be so isolated and so gutsy, to stake it all on a single throw.

It was apparent that they’d communicated in private, which was why they would carry the resolution to hand in empty scripts and greet death with open arms. 

They were also trainees of Class 5.
Dragging the class average down was their revenge, yet they also had to do themselves in all the same.

The classes that emulated Class 5 were Class 2, where a student was caught cheating, and Class 6.
The top students of these classes started to shake.

While they hadn’t risen to the same level of campus bullying as Class 5, they also followed suit and learned the same tactic.
These top students didn’t even dare to imagine whether those weak students would, when pushed to the brink, follow Class 5’s lead and go for total annihilation?

For a period, all that could be heard on the quadrangle was the noises of the internal brawl between Class 5. 

The class was as good as dead in the eyes of the school, so when the fight broke out, the teaching assistants didn’t take a step.
Instead, they waited for the teaching director to issue the final order for the execution.

The bullet chat was stunned.

 

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[How serious is this campus violence? How stressful must this environment be for trainees to discard all hope of survival? …I’m shocked.]

[For real.
These are B-rank trainees, who knows how many horror instances they’ve been through to get here? To be honest, no one is a weakling.
Since these top students were completely self-serving, no one can blame the underachievers for teaming up to take everyone down with them.] 

[Exactly.
Do to others what you would have them do to you.
Even cornered dogs would jump over a wall.
No one here lacks a spine.]

[Man… this feels surreal.
Something like campus bullying feels like a very distant concept to me, yet now it’s actually appearing amidst B-ranks.
Where are their morals?]

[Just get used to it.
Honestly, the special props for trainees all have extraordinary functions.
Unless you’re a half-vampire with strong healing abilities, it’s all too normal to see ten bullies ganging up on one.
I’ve also experienced campus bullying before, I understand them all too well.]

In the chaos, the teaching director turned around to consult other teachers with the name list in his hand, before coldly declaring, “Silence!” 

The teaching assistants finally moved, using the crudest and most painful method to separate the brawling Class 5 students.

Now, besides the faceless people still blankly seated, nobody was on their feet.
Everyone was screaming and rolling on the ground.

The teaching director glowered at them.
He cleared his throat.
“Just now, all the teachers have gathered for a brief discussion.
This result is abrupt, but there have been many outstanding students in Class 5 who obey their teachers.
They have good academic performance and a promising future ahead.
Therefore, we have decided to bring forth the rules for the final exams, exempting the top five students in the eliminated class from execution.”

Originally, this school rule would only come into effect during the final exams.
It was only earlier that Mr.
Nan, a specially invited teacher at First High, suddenly submitted the request to the teaching office. 

To show deference to this honourable teacher, the teaching office decided to take his advice, bringing forward the revision in the school rules.

These words not only made the discussion on the quadrangle grow louder, but instantly sparked the light of hope into the eyes of Class 5’s monitor.

He hastily clambered from the ground.
“Me! I’m in Class 5’s top five!”

The top-placing students in Class 5 also showed their desperate ecstasy.
“Us, too! We have a good academic track record and will definitely become pillars of society in the future.
Thank you for your grace!” 

The teaching director spoke coldly, “Then, I’d like to invite the top five students of Class 5 in this examination to come out and stand to my right.”

The trainees on the quadrangle were all indignant, feeling Class 5 had been bestowed a deliverance.
This lucky break was preposterous.

Where was there such a thing in the previous two exams? The top and bottom students were all treated equally, no one was spared from their fates of being flung into the Corpse Pit.
It was really unpleasant that an exception was being made for Class 5.

This was before even mentioning the despair on the faces of the underachievers in Class 5, who were sprawled on the ground with a few of their teeth knocked out. 

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The bullet chat was equally furious.

[What the heck… I was looking forward to this crap class getting itself killed, but now with this disgusting turnaround.
Goddamnit, I’m not going to watch anymore.
This live broadcast is seriously pissing me off.]

 

[Way, way, way too speechless.
If the top five can be exempted, wouldn’t the underachievers’ efforts have been for naught? They wanted to bring them down with them, but now with this happening… Geez, only this idiom comes to mind: Vile characters flourish.]

[Ikr, the ones who deserve death the most are those top few in Class 5.
It’s sickening to watch this.] 

[Hold up, sisters, don’t be so quick to turn it off! I feel things aren’t as simple as that.
Actually, I’m thinking… aren’t the top five all faceless people? /crylaugh.jpg]

And everyone woke up at this last comment.

As expected, just as the few top students in Class 5 were laughing, trying hard to climb up from the ground, faceless person after faceless person heard the directive, mechanically rising to their feet and walking towards the flag-raising platform.

There were nearly twenty faceless people in Class 5 in total.
Their results were virtually indistinguishable, just close to a perfect score with a five-mark error margin.
They were basically all tied for the same score.
With that, the top five positions were steadily occupied. 

The teaching faculty looked on with pride at these faceless ‘outstanding students’.

“These are the best students our school produced.
They’re all good children who listen to their teachers and parents.”

The ecstatic smile of Class 5’s monitor, who just regained vigour, froze on his face.

He seemed to realise something, and his jaw dropped in horror.
“No… no, NO!” 

This development was unexpected to all.

Everyone felt this was a downright ridiculous and ironic situation.

Originally, to survive, they used every trick in the book to turn underachievers into faceless people.
Who would have thought this oppression would also dish out the only immunity they could have had to survive.
They, too, had become underachievers in the eyes of the faceless.

Whether or not they had considered it, those people from Class 5 were dying of regret. 

One could only say—they brought their deaths unto themselves.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, with exactness grinds He all.