1,000 credits?
Tang Ling accepted the tube of white nutrition paste. It was as big as a palm, but it was so expensive?
His hunger made him ignore everything else. Uncle Su Yao should have 1,000 credits anyway, so he might as well owe him for now.
With that in mind, Tang Ling twisted the cap off the white nutrition paste and roughly shoved it into his mouth, swallowing it in big mouthfuls.
"Tang Ling, three-star Genetic Chain Talent. Pass." At the same time, Yang Kong calmly announced Tang Ling's result.
Fei Long purposely glanced at Tang Ling, but he did not seem to have any reaction. He was still gobbling down the nutrition paste as if he was not disappointed by the result.
It amused Fei Long a little. Was eating that important? The second round of the exam did not even consume his stamina. Did Su Yao torture him?
In short, he liked optimistic people. At least, optimistic people would not be easily defeated by the current era.
The exam ended there. No one noticed Tang Ling's slight pause when he heard the result. Am I that bad? Am I the one with the lowest talent among all the people in the First Reserved Camp?
Tang Ling finished the nutrition paste. Similar to the nutrition bars, it was tasteless, but the texture was a lot smoother.
Tang Ling did not mind the taste. He only knew that the nutrition paste was magical. After he ate it, it alleviated half of his hunger and at least gave him the strength to stand up and think.
"The exam to enter the First Reserved Camp has ended. Gather at the usual place in Glory Square at 7 am sharp tomorrow. Latecomers will be disqualified. " Without any congratulatory words, when Tang Ling walked out of the machine, Fei Long announced the reporting time. He then told Yang Kong to inform the staff to bring the young warriors out of Glory Hall.
Tang Ling followed the crowd and walked out of the mysterious room in silence.
It was then that the little guy gulped nervously and whispered to Tang Ling, "It's good enough that you passed. The important thing is to get a good result in the training camp."
Tang Ling smiled at Andy in a friendly manner, but he did not show the disappointment that Andy thought he would.
After he regained his ability to think, Tang Ling recalled what he saw. Was it really a coincidence? He had reached the third lock in the mist and the conclusion was a three-star talent? What if he persisted until the end and reached the ninth lock? Would it not be a nine-star talent?
Was a nine-star talent powerful?
What was the theory behind the Genetic Chain Measurement? Was everyone like him, who had the same talent wherever he went? Or could it be that as long as there was such a lock, it was talent?
Could there be any mistakes?
Tang Ling was immersed in his thoughts, but he did not expect Fei Long to stop him.
"I'm looking forward to your performance in the First Reserved Camp." He did not say that to Orston and Yu, who had illustrious identities and outstanding talents, nor did he say it to Amir. He only encouraged Tang Ling.
From his point of view, Tang Ling was the one who needed encouragement. He did not want Tang Ling to fall into despair.
As for whether he was biased or not, Fei Long never cared.
Looking at the flying dragon, Tang Ling thought of his own problem.
However, Tang Ling did not trust Fei Long, so he did not ask anything.
**
He walked out of the Glory Hall.
The weather was a little gloomy. There were sporadic winds and thick clouds.
But who knew if it would rain?
After all, the test to enter the First Reserved Camp had ended. Regardless of whether they succeeded or failed, they all needed a break.
The boys and girls dispersed.
Tang Ling walked to a corner of Glory Square alone. Su Yao was standing there like a towering mountain, so it was hard not to notice him.
"Did you pass?" Su Yao asked with squinted eyes with the cigarette in his mouth.
"I did." Tang Ling sounded calm. He was not happy about passing at all.
"Hmm." Su Yao simply replied and walked in front. Tang Ling followed behind him.
It was then that disappointment appeared on his face.
A three-star Genetic Chain Talent? How far could he go? Even if he trained with all his might, would he be able to defeat the black-robed man and take his revenge?
No, there were still some people in Safety Sector No. 17 as his enemies. Could he fight them?
In front of everyone, Tang Ling did not show his disappointment and concern about his lowest talent, but when he saw Su Yao, he somehow could not hold it back.
Su Yao did not turn around, so he did not see Tang Ling's expression. He continued, "I purposely asked you. Actually, Glory Hall will send someone to spread the news to the whole safety sector every time you pass a test.
I'm just trying to make you nervous. Hahahaha … "Su Yao was delighted and laughed happily.
What was there to be nervous about after passing a test? Was this very funny? Tang Ling did not understand where Su Yao's logic was.
It was not a funny joke, but it could not ease Tang Ling's disappointment.
"Hahaha! You must be mad, aren't you?" Su Yao stopped and turned around, but all he saw was Tang Ling's disappointed gaze.
His smile froze and he quickly put it away. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and spat out a mouthful of smoke. "Speak."
"I … I'm only a three-star talent. But I … I saw … I saw nine … "Tang Ling stuttered. He felt helpless and wronged as if he was misunderstood. He was like a child who had painstakingly prepared a painting and thought it was a good one.
In the end, everyone else laughed at him and thought that he was childish. They just brushed him off by saying that he was good enough to draw it.
Tang Ling was a proud young man.
More importantly, what did it mean to see nine locks? Did everyone see it? The so-called talent meant that one had to go wherever one went to be considered to be where one should be.
He was afraid to hear such an answer from Su Yao. He believed that Su Yao must have understood all that.
Uncle Su Yao just did not have the standard armor. He was also as powerful as a Purple Moon Warrior.
However, before Tang Ling could finish, Su Yao covered his mouth.
Before he could finish, Su Yao covered his mouth and said, "We'll talk about it when we get back."
Su Yao looked very serious. His furrowed brows were not out of disappointment or pride, but anxiety, worry, and an indescribable pressure shrouded him like mist.
Tang Ling did not know what to do.
However, his trust in Su Yao stopped him from saying anything else. Instead, he followed Su Yao in silence and strode towards his home with him.
Su Yao was walking fast, which showed that he was very annoyed.
Tang Ling had to jog to catch up.
Even though he held it in for a long time, Tang Ling still called out to Su Yao.
Su Yao turned around impatiently. "Didn't I tell you not to say anything?"
"Erm, Uncle Su Yao, I owe the examiner 1,000 credits." Tang Ling then quickly added, "It's impossible for me to work …"
"F * ck! Did you go for the exam? Or did you meet a woman? " The veins on Su Yao's forehead were bulging. Enraged, he grabbed Tang Ling by the collar and strode back to his house.
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