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This news was too heavy for him, so he just sat there quietly, from dawn to dusk, gradually, the rain stopped,
Zhang Ling glanced at the surrounding ruins, and smiled wryly: "Curator, why are you telling me this, hey, I don't know what to do now, can you tell me what I should do now?"

At this moment, the curator smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and Zhang Ling's body immediately became dry: "Sometimes, my opinion is not so important, you must abide by your own inner thoughts."

Zhang Ling didn't have any thoughts at this time, his mind was blank, after a long time, Zhang Ling stood up, looked at the curator quietly and said: "Since I have promised you, I will go, but , don't lie to me."

"Okay." The curator stood there, but Zhang Ling faintly felt an inexplicable flame appearing on his body.

He could feel that the curator seemed very happy,
"Don't be here, follow me," the curator said and took the lead and walked in one direction,
Zhang Ling also walked quietly behind, at this time Feng was nestled in Zhang Ling's arm and could not come out.

After walking for almost half an hour, Zhang Ling saw another building, which was a field similar to an arena, with a huge circular field in the middle.
The curator brought Zhang Ling to the center: "This is the original arena. In Xinlu, it is called Xinlu Gymnasium. The martial arts test will be held here. The rules are very simple. You must not intentionally kill people by mistake, surrender, or lose consciousness. It is a loss, and being forced out of the fighting range is also considered a loss, nothing else, you will not have to pay any price for severely injuring someone on this field."

Zhang Ling frowned: "Is this too cruel?"

"So, every year, many people take the written test and the college entrance examination. It's just the first hurdle, and it's just a small step to cross it." The curator put his hands behind his back and stood in front of Zhang Ling.

"Be careful, Zhang Ling"

Before Zhang Ling could react, a ball of flames appeared in front of him, heading directly towards his face.

"Fuck, are you sneak attacking?" Zhang Ling only had time to say this before he was blown away by the flames.
"This is the fire element, remember it, stand up, I don't have that much time." Next, the curator tried almost all the elements on Zhang Ling, and fought against Zhang Ling a few more times.
Then he said lightly: "Okay, it's time for me to go back. You go back and understand it directly. By the way, is there anyone you want to fight against?"

Zhang Ling looked up at the curator, looking a little puzzled,

"In the very beginning, we will not let some seeded players meet, but you are more interesting. I can meet some opponents you want to solve in the early stage, otherwise, some people in the front will not make a move. It doesn't make sense"

Zhang Ling smiled: "There is a man named Lin Yi, he is very good, I want to try"

"That won't work, that's one of the top candidates"

Zhang Ling also laughed: "So, I am also one of the candidates for the champion?"

The curator smiled happily: "It can be said, but actual combat and training are two different things, so don't capsize the ship."

Zhang Ling stood up. In two days, the college entrance examination will start. He also became excited.

"In our school, there is a guy named Guo Lei, that guy has an agreement with me"

"Oh, you're going to the same school together?"

"No, I'm going to fuck him up, and he said he's going to stuff my shit back in"

The curator remained silent for a long time: "You young people, are you so big at playing?"

Looking at the curator's gloomy eyes, Zhang Ling also felt that this statement was a bit strange, but after a few minutes, the curator still said: "Okay, let's go back and get ready, the college entrance examination will start tomorrow, don't let your guard down "

Zhang Ling was shocked: "Tomorrow? Isn't it the day after tomorrow? I remember it very clearly."

"No, I distorted your perception before"

"Oh"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ling only felt that the back of his neck was lifted, and the next moment he flew into the air,

Only then did Zhang Ling realize that it was the curator who was carrying him flying,

"Curator! Why don't you teleport?" Zhang Ling yelled out in mid-air,
But the curator didn't want to pay attention to Zhang Ling at all.
Zhang Ling was also helpless. After thinking for a while, he said again: "Curator! What is your talent?"

He has seen at least dozens of talents used by the curator before, he has never heard of such a thing,
The curator's face moved, and he glanced at Zhang Ling who was carrying it and said softly,
"If you keep talking, I'll throw you down"

After saying this, Zhang Ling was as quiet as a chicken,
After flying for more than half an hour, Zhang Ling enjoyed the taste of space teleportation again. Fortunately, there was nothing in his stomach, but it took a long time.
Just as he was leaving the library, the curator took one last look at him and said, "My talent is a mirror image, imitating the talent of others. Your talent is amazing, don't underestimate it."

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, but curled his lips. What the curator said meant that even he hadn't found a way to trigger his talent.
After working for a long time, he finally returned home. The whole day's experience made him extremely heavy. He slept on his own bed, physically exhausted, but mentally sober.
This night, Zhang Ling seemed to feel that he was insomnia, but when he thought about tomorrow's college entrance examination, his nerves became tense again.
He sat up and sighed as he looked out the window at the city in the morning sun,
At this moment, he seemed to see the city he had been living in,
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Ling also laughed outright,

"What the hell am I worrying about? I'm a child of luck. Besides, even if the sky falls, there are still those tall people holding it up. Why should I worry about it? Go to sleep!"

Early the next morning, there was a knock on his door.
Zhang Ling took a look: "Parents? Have you been released?"

It was his parents who came, and they looked at Zhang Ling in shock: "Why are you still at home? Where is Xiao Ming?"

Zhang Ling also said helplessly: "He lived in the school a long time ago, and it must have passed by now."

"Then you're not leaving yet?"

Zhang Ling was very puzzled: "Yes, I'm going to take the exam."

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother looked at each other: "Are you going too? We asked you to cheer for Xiaoming."

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At this moment, Zhang Ling's anger rushed straight to his head: "I'll go over and blow him up now."

Then, Zhang Ling was thrown out by his parents.
He looked at the T-shirt on his body, and there was a pair of slippers on his feet.
"Dad, Mom, don't make trouble, at least let me change clothes!"

In the end, Zhang Ling just changed a pair of shoes, put Qianlong on his back, and strolled to the Ninth Middle School.
At this time, most of the students in the class were there, but they were all wearing special combat uniforms, no matter how bad they were, they were also tight-fitting clothes that were used to fighting. People like Zhang Ling seemed like a different kind among a group of nervous people. ,
At the door of the classroom, Teacher He walked in and glanced at Zhang Ling with complicated eyes,

I clicked on my name and lifted my spirits.
"Okay, everyone is here! Let's go!"