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The bus was driving slowly, and Zhang Ling who was sitting on it had already fallen into a deep sleep.
"Boy, get out of the car!"

Zhang Ling woke up in a daze, and there was a tall building standing outside the window,
This time he was not stopped by the front desk after entering the door. He wanted to show off his golden library card,
"Is your curator here?" Zhang Ling still lay on the front desk, "I have something to do with him."

But the girl at the front desk ignored him, quietly looking at the book in her hand without saying a word,

Zhang Ling didn't get the answer he wanted, so he walked towards the fourth floor. Since he couldn't find it, he wanted to go to the fourth floor to see the martial arts of the wind element. At this time, Feng also felt something coming from Zhang Ling's arm. fly out,

Zhang Ling had already communicated with Feng when he was in a foreign land. Under normal circumstances, Feng would be in Zhang Ling's arms. Only when they were there, Feng could come out at will.

Feng is one of his trump cards, and there is an inexplicable tacit understanding between them. Zhang Ling can understand what it wants to express through its expression, so Zhang Ling didn't treat it as a pet or a weapon.

they are friends
Which fourth floor did Zhang Ling go to? There were no people in the library at this time, and most of them stayed on the first or second floor. When Zhang Ling walked to the fourth floor, almost all the people who were still downstairs lifted their hands. head, as if trying to see his appearance clearly,

Zhang Ling ignored those strange expressions, and walked straight to the pile of books,
But when I got closer, I saw that the curator was also here, but he was too quiet, and Zhang Ling didn't see it at the first time.

"Curator, are you here?" Zhang Ling also became quiet when he got here, and even his voice was a little lower.
"You're here." The curator didn't even raise his head, his figure was completely hidden in the shadow of the bookshelf: "What are you doing here, the college entrance examination is ten days away, you shouldn't be doing the final special training at this time Is it? Your body is full of dust, could it be that you just came out of the withered wasteland? What are you thinking?"

The curator’s voice is nice, with a calm tone, as if nothing can make him nervous. Zhang Ling feels that the curator is like the gentleman in his impression, um, the serious one.
"I'm different from them. I'm wild. You know my talent. They won't understand." Zhang Ling didn't care. He got up, one by one, he didn't look carefully, but just glanced at it casually, and he would look more often when he met someone who was interested,
The curator didn't continue talking, and the two read books together in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Feng shuttled constantly among the books, as if he was playing some kind of game,
Zhang Ling was a little tired after sitting for a long time, so he just lay down, and suddenly Zhang Ling patted his head,
"I almost forgot about the business, curator, you have a lot of knowledge, what should I do if I want to increase my strength in my current situation?" Zhang Ling didn't get up, lying on the ground and casually asked the curator with,

At this time, the curator put down the book in his hand and looked at Zhang Ling quietly: "Why do you want to become stronger?"

Zhang Ling was a little embarrassed by the look, so he sat up: "Do you need a reason to become stronger?"

"Everyone needs a reason to become stronger. Without these reasons, you can't become stronger." The curator fixed Zhang Ling's eyes, and his tone gradually accelerated.

"I don't know, I don't want to be surpassed by others? Is there a younger brother who wants to surpass?" Zhang Ling is very distressed. He has just followed the trend up to now: "I may not have found my reason."

Zhang Ling laughed. He didn't think there was any problem with it. He had always had a mentality of being a salty fish. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to be an old man after graduation.
"Then why do you want to take the college entrance examination? Do you want to be the number one scholar?" The curator also put on a smile. It was the first time he heard someone say something like this: "If you are really as indifferent as you said , then you won’t go into a foreign land, you are very ambitious.”

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, he didn't even feel that he was very ambitious,
"You want to increase energy, there are too many ways, but you should be looking for a method that can increase energy level in a short period of time without any side effects at all?" The curator's smile continued to expand, The light in the eyes also sank,
"Is there such a way?" Zhang Ling touched his head and thought for a while: "What is that?"

"Panacea, have you heard of it?"

"No, but"

The curator laughed: "Don't worry, there is a price. I need you to help me with one thing. This elixir can directly increase your strength to a second-level strength. You know those students What grade is it?

Only a very small number of geniuses can reach the first level. You can crush them as long as you take this elixir. Don't you want to surpass your younger brother?As long as this small pill is enough."

Zhang Ling glanced at the curator suspiciously: "What is that thing you said?"

"After the college entrance examination, there will be a small wave of beasts in Kainan. I hope you can go to support there. So, the stronger you are, the more useful you will be on the battlefield. How about it?"

After finishing speaking, a small ball of shining white light appeared on the hand of the curator, and it flew directly to Zhang Ling's hand. The maple leaf was wrapped around his arm, and he stared at the elixir.
Zhang Ling frowned. He could see that the curator hadn't lied to him, but he always felt something was wrong.
"Ding..." Zhang Ling heard a sound, which was the closing bell of the library, but he remembered that it usually closes around 11 o'clock, but now it is only 8 o'clock.
"Okay, the museum is closed, let's talk about something tomorrow"

"But isn't this against the rules?" Zhang Ling was puzzled.

"I'm the curator, I have the final say, I'm leaving get off work." The curator clapped his hands lightly, and the books messed up by Zhang Ling returned to the shelf automatically.

Zhang Ling smiled crookedly: "No, I think it's good to be here."

"You have to go, no one will be accepted after the museum is closed"

"But I also slept here last time"

Seeing that Zhang Ling had hugged a corner of the bookshelf, the curator snapped his fingers lightly,
Zhang Ling blinked, and saw that he was already at the door of the library, and the young lady at the front desk was looking at him strangely,
"What are you looking at, haven't you seen anyone going out?"

"I've never seen a head go out first"

Zhang Ling just leaned forward, snapped his fingers and fell down in front of the stairs of the library.

Zhang Ling stood up and patted the ashes on his body, but more ash came out this time.

With a curl of his lips, he was kicked out again, this time with a strange pill, Zhang Ling glanced at the young lady who was dodging and said, "Do you know this thing?"

The young lady frowned, glanced at Zhang Ling, then saw the elixir in his hand, and covered her mouth lightly: "Where did you get the panacea?"

"Given by the curator, is there any question?"

"No problem, take this pill, and your strength will skyrocket." The young lady walked away from Zhang Ling in an instant, and walked outside.

But the more this happened, the more curious he became,

I turned on my phone and searched, but as expected, there was nothing.

Zhang Ling thought about it, put it in his pocket, and then got on the bus to the terminal