Drinking milk tea makes you stronger. I really don't want to be the emperor of the human race.

On June 5, one day before the college entrance examination, Su Lin sat at the table, drinking milk tea, without much nervousness on his face.

"It's finally here."

Not only was he not nervous, Su Lin was eager to take the college entrance examination as soon as possible, finish the examination as soon as possible, and return to Jianghuo City as soon as possible.

Two days ago, they were notified to go to the Tianhai City Examination Bureau, and the Examination Bureau introduced the differences of this college entrance examination to them.

Tomorrow is a day of cultural courses, and ordinary warrior candidates only have one day to take cultural courses tomorrow.

And the candidates who speak the Wanzu language will have to take a day of Wanzu language examination the day after tomorrow.

These are all normal and no different from the previous college entrance examinations in Jianghuo City.

The special thing is that the final warrior practical test is divided into two parts, one is the practical test, and the other is the martial arts arena competition.

The practical test only takes one day, while the martial arts arena competition takes half a month, and the entire college entrance examination takes almost half a month.

What's more special is that the martial arts arena competition will be broadcast live throughout the whole process. Whether you are from Tianhai City or not, as long as you want to watch this exam, you can watch it online.

Su Lin also saw this type of college entrance examination for the first time, and was shocked at the time. Doesn't that mean that his family might also watch this live broadcast?

However, he was not afraid of the stage at all. No matter how the competition was or how the live broadcast was, he would try his best to get the results he deserved.

Su Lin drank milk tea and opened his personal panel.

Name: Su Lin

Qi and blood: 7200

Spirit: 70

Realm: Seventh level of Tongmai Realm

In a month, relying on drinking milk tea, Qi and blood soared again by 3,000 points. When he first came to Tianhai City, he was just at the fourth level of Tongmai Realm, and now he has stepped into the threshold of a seventh-level warrior.

At the same time, he increased his proficiency in various martial arts and made up for the Wanzu language.

He has mastered fifty Wanzu languages!

Su Lin didn't waste any time this month.

Now Su Lin can crush most of the candidates in Tianhai City in all aspects.

After drinking milk tea, Su Lin simply washed up, turned off the lights and went to bed, looking forward to tomorrow's college entrance examination.

…

The next afternoon, Su Lin walked out of the examination room alone, because he was the first candidate to come out, and he handed in his paper in less than half the time.

The cultural course exam was easier than he had imagined. Was he too strong, or was the paper too easy?

The reporters who were waiting silently outside the examination room were a little confused when they saw Su Lin.

"What? Someone has come out? Didn't the exam just start?"

"Is he a candidate?"

Su Lin looked at the many reporters staring at him, feeling a little impatient. He didn't want to be interviewed for most of the day. He turned around, took two steps, and climbed out of the high wall of the examination room, which surprised everyone again.

"What a great body movement! Are you sure he is a candidate?"

"Oh, I hesitated for a while and missed a great interview opportunity!"

…

Su Lin returned to the guesthouse, and Qin Chuan sent him a message.

"How did Su Lin do in the exam?"

Qin Chuan sent a message as soon as he came out of the examination room.

"Not bad."

"Which exam room are you in? I'll go find you for dinner."

"I've already returned to the guesthouse."

"Ah? Didn't you just finish the exam? Did you hand in your paper early?"

Qin Chuan was shocked. The difficulty of the cultural exam was not low. Even an excellent student like him didn't have much time left to finish the exam. Su Lin actually handed in his paper early?

"Next time, I have to take the Wanzu language exam tomorrow, so I need to go to bed early."

"Oh, you have to take the Wanzu language exam too. Which exam room are you in tomorrow? I'll go and wait for you in advance. I won't take the Wanzu language exam."

"I know there's a place in Tianhai City that sells good milk tea."

Su Lin told Qin Chuan the Wanzu language exam room and agreed to go to the milk tea shop to exchange information after the exam tomorrow.

...

On the day of the Wanzu language exam, Su Lin came to his exam room early. His number was 0701.

Exam room No. 7, seat No. 1.

As soon as he arrived here, he heard people around him chatting and talking in Tianhai City accents.

Are they all candidates from Tianhai City?

Su Lin leaned against the wall, silently waiting for the examination room to open.

I saw a man with glasses and a middle-parted hair showing his admission ticket in the crowd.

"Do you know that in this Wanzu language exam, the examination room number and seat number represent the candidate's Wanzu language level to a certain extent."

"For example, there are not many candidates from other cities who take the Wanzu language exam this time, and their level is not high. They are basically in the examination room outside the tenth one."

"Those who can enter the top ten examination rooms are all Wanzu language masters in Tianhai City High School. For example, I have mastered 33 Wanzu language subjects proficiently, and my examination room seat number is 0708."

"This means that my Wanzu language level in this examination room is about the top eight."As soon as the man with the middle parted hair said this, no one refuted it. This news was not only for him, but also for others, but they were not sure.

But when he heard that the man with the middle parted hair had mastered thirty-three languages ​​of the Ten Thousand Races, he was somewhat sure of the news.

"Thirty-three! A talent in the Ten Thousand Races Language! No wonder his seat number is eighth, the news turned out to be true."

"Damn! My seat number is the last, doesn't that mean I am the worst? It's a mess!"

Su Lin listened to the discussion of the crowd and exclaimed. This was the first time he heard such a statement.

Then wouldn't he be the first in this examination room? The seat number ranking is indeed quite accurate.

But there were also people among the candidates who didn't believe this and questioned the man with the middle parted hair.

The man with the middle parted hair just laughed and continued to speak.

"You don't believe me? Then do you know Brother Yang from Tianhai High School? He is a genius in the language of all races in Tianhai High School and my classmate in the next class."

"He has mastered 42 languages ​​of all races! His number is 0201, which means he is the first seat in the second examination room, which means he is the first level in the second examination room."

"Do you doubt Brother Yang?"

When they heard Brother Yang, everyone shut up. This Brother Yang is the young master of the Yang family in Tianhai City, and he is also a genius in the language of all races.

Naturally, they would not question such a great man.

Seeing that everyone began to gradually avoid this topic, the middle-parted man felt bored.

At this time, the middle-parted man noticed Su Lin. There was no one around Su Lin, and others were chatting in twos and threes. The middle-parted man secretly guessed that this guy's seat number must be at the back, otherwise why would he be embarrassed to chat with others?

Isn't this the opportunity to show off? The middle-parted man walked over with a sly smile and spoke to Su Lin.

"Classmate, what's your seat number? Let's see if we are close to each other, so we can help each other find seats later."

Su Lin shook his head and waved his hand.

"No, thank you."

The middle-parted man sneered.

He is indeed a rookie.

"If you don't tell me your seat number, forget it."

"Then how many languages ​​of the Ten Thousand Races do you know? You are not afraid to tell me."

"I know thirty-three. If you tell me, you can ask me if you have any questions."

As the middle-parted man spoke, others slowly turned their eyes to Su Lin.

Su Lin was alone in his position, which was completely different from the noisy crowd around him, making him more eye-catching.

And Su Lin was very unfamiliar, no one knew him, and he had a sense of mystery. With his handsome appearance, he was definitely a cool male god.

Everyone was also curious about how many languages ​​of the Ten Thousand Races Su Lin knew and his seat number.

Su Lin smiled, shook his head, raised his right hand, and spread his five fingers.

"Fifty."

When Su Lin said this, the whole place fell silent.

He opened his mouth with his middle-parted hair and frowned, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.