"It's not like that." You Yue is sarcastically bowed by Murong Feng. "In fact, there are only about ten people in the waste class, and only one or two of them appear every few years. Some of them leave the college because of various problems, or pass the exam or something..."
"Well, I don't care what you think. Anyway, I think success and failure are not given by others, but by myself. If you don't sign up for the exam tomorrow, you are doomed to fail this year's exam. " Murong Feng tilts finish saying, feel oneself nonsense not to pull a few suddenly. This is not a waste of waste and she has a bird son relationship, anyway, she is going to test.
"Classmate Yan, you are not going to take the exam, are you?" You month boldly set to think, although think this girl is different, but also not to be able to participate in the examination of orange fighting strength?
"Yes, I just want to participate. What's the matter? Do you have any questions?" Murong Feng sits up and looks at you Yue. Hearing Murong Feng's straightforward reply, you Yue's eyes just open wider and wider.
"Have you reached the point of fighting in orange?" You month can't believe to exclaim, so see this roommate with dormitory is not waste, but genius ah.
"No, isn't there a month left?" Murong Feng doesn't think much of you Yue's fuss. It's good to say that she doesn't know what to do. Anyway, she is like this. Whether she is successful or not, we have to try!
"One, one month!" You month opened wide mouth, "you are now which stage ability?" If you are close to orange, it's possible to be aggressive. Otherwise, how can it be?
"Can't I go without any ability?" Looking at you month tighten brow hesitant appearance, can't help but sulk, "anyway OK all is to say again, don't go you don't want to pass!"
After that, Murong Fengqing lifted the quilt and went to sleep directly.
You Yue bit her lower lip, how could she say so simply... The next morning, the training ground of the martial arts college was full of all the students.
As soon as Murong Fengqing came, he saw that the number of students in the whole martial arts college was really large. It was only divided into three parts. Obviously, at a glance, we could see that the top people who boasted of genius were standing in a pile, the middle pile, and the rest were the waste that everyone hated. And the top and bottom of the same ten people, the rest of the middle class, there are hundreds of people. Because of the general association, Murong Fengqing's attention is comparable to that of Ling Tian's three celebrities, which attracted many people's attention as soon as they appeared. Of course, there are more white eyes inside.
"Is everyone here?" Seeing that the number of people was almost the same, Ling Tian asked in front. Except for the top class and the waste class, each class was divided into five or six teams with 20 people.
After counting the personnel, they all reported to Lingtian.
"It's yuan again, but it hasn't arrived." You Yue can see who hasn't arrived at the first glance. There are only 13 of them with Murong Fengqing. One less is twelve. Murong Fengqing doesn't care who comes or who doesn't. She just wants to start quickly, and then she goes back to practice. One month is very urgent for her.
Ling Jing listened to, the eyebrow heart wrinkled, then said a few words in Ling Tian's ear, turned around and left. A moment later, a person dressed in a mess is brought by Ling Jing.