Chapter Ninety-Three: Hey...where's the promised pressure?
Su Qun felt his brows twitching.
What is this?
Did he read that correctly?
One works magic with a chocolate box, the other with a pan!?
How come these two things that can't be hit by Baguanzi and magic become the conditions for casting spells?
Although there are very few participants, Suqun has received several efforts to recruit new people.
They are either vigilant, cautious, cunning, or mysterious.
I have also seen many people fill in the information casually and deliberately do not want to reveal the information.
But this was the first time I saw Suqun who was so ridiculous that he wrote on it that he used chocolate boxes and pans to perform magic.
how to say....
Suddenly there was a refreshing and refined feeling.
Su Qun raised his eyebrows. His strong elite qualities allowed him to suppress the absurd feeling in his heart and said calmly.
"Okay, I understand the general information."
Damn it, do you understand all this?
Fangran and Meng Lang, who knew exactly what he had written, were all shocked!
Worthy of being a national elite.
"Confirm for the last time, are your ability descriptions filled in correctly?"
"without..."
"Correct...."
Facing inquiries from the country's elite, the two 'magic boys' looked away with guilty consciences and made a decision that they regretted countless times...
"Okay, then I'll upload it to the database."
Su Qun said expressionlessly.
As for what other people think, I don't care.
"Okay, let's go."
After a simple operation, Su Qun stood up and said to the two of them.
"Next is a test of your strength. Although I can do it, according to the regulations, there are more advanced participants, so she will conduct the strength test."
With that said, Su Qun walked to the door of the inner room, raised his hand and hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door and said:
"Sister Hualing, according to regulations, you will be the one to assess their strength."
quietly...
Su Qun frowned, feeling something bad, and then he opened the door without hesitation.
There was no one there, but there was a note on the table by the window.
I went to investigate the traces of the night crow, and they left it to you - by Hua Ling.
Click!
Su Qun squeezed the note tightly, gritting his teeth and making veins pop.
The clues about Night Crow have been cut off. What on earth did you pursue?
Su Qun sighed. There was nothing he could do about the irresponsible behavior of this young lady's boss. Looking at the flowery figure, he knew without even thinking that she was investigating the traces of the night crow. She was clearly investigating.
There are no traces of LV, Chanel or the like.
"Sister Hualing has a mission, so I will be responsible for your strength assessment."
Su Qun turned around and said to Fangran Menglang with an expressionless face.
How should I put it, it seems that it is not easy for this big brother...
Fangran and Meng Lang suddenly and inexplicably thought at the same time.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stabbed you with a sword last time...
Sorry, I can't help but send that young lady away...
The two of them silently felt sorry for this elite comrade who had been taking the blame for his boss and had a hard life.
"Without further ado, let's go to the rooftop. I notified the hotel staff yesterday to block the rooftop."
Su Qun said, and then suddenly felt stuffed in his heart.
Did I subconsciously guess yesterday that she would definitely pass the blame to me...
"Forehead..."
Fangran looked at the back of Su Qun who walked out first, and felt that the elder brother's back was a little heavier.
...
...
The three of them came to the rooftop.
"Since Sister Hua Ling, who is supposed to be in charge of the assessment, is away from work, I will only conduct a simple test on you this time."
Su Qun explained slowly, the wind blew through the hem of his clothes, and even Fangran thought this serious and responsible guy was extremely handsome.
"Detailed inspection is too complicated and cumbersome, and requires various sophisticated machinery in the night bureau."
"So the official combines various tests together. Simple tests can fully demonstrate your strength to the greatest extent."
"So what exactly are we going to do?"
Fangran couldn't help but ask, and then her heart beat.
Damn it, shouldn’t it be particularly difficult?
It would be too embarrassing to get a very low grade...
"A simple test is to put pressure on your body and abilities."
"So you don't have to do anything. You just need to bear the pressure. Don't be nervous. If you can't bear it, just pass out calmly."
There is a risk of coma. Tell me how to not be nervous!
Fangran shouted in his heart, and then trembled in cold sweat as he watched Su Qun take out two things that looked like charms.
"Based on how long you persist, you will be given a team level, which will affect your various permissions and conveniences in the night game, and..." Su Qun paused and did not continue.
"Okay, are you ready?"
Fangran and Meng Lang looked at each other, and then read the proud look in Meng Lang's eyes that said, "Don't worry, leave it to me!", and rolled his eyes silently.
Brother, you are also an E-level scumbag, where do you get your confidence?
Su Qun stretched out his hand, pressed the talisman on their heads at the same time, and then turned on the timer.
Meng Lang looked at the talisman attached to his forehead and felt the pressure gradually build up.
The team strength assessment may seem insignificant, but in fact, the night game is a very important test for those who are willing to join them.
Permissions, supplies, convenience, and...
Qualification for national war.
Meng Lang thought silently in his heart, this is the most important thing that Su Qun didn't say just now, and then he sighed.
This was the reason why he tried his best to get to Fangran's side.
By the way, letting a "reverse talent" like my brother join the national war can change the situation of the war. Is this divination that Baal obtained with great difficulty really accurate?
The spell slowly lights up, and the pressure is about to take effect.
Meng Lang took a deep breath...
Ready to start the show!
The spell Hua Ling specially made for newcomers is of course useless to him, a B-level person with real strength.
So, brother, leave the team’s results to me!
Brother will definitely trick you... cough, and bring you into the national war!
Meng Lang thought proudly, the talisman's pressure light lit up, and he suddenly realized a problem.
Damn it! How long should I persist to get the best rating!?
Meng Lang's face suddenly became serious, and he suddenly remembered the mission information his family had given him...
He didn't look carefully.
Uh... never mind!
Anyway, in the final analysis, it is to put pressure on the movement of magic power and the heart at the core of the body.
Normal people will die in 3 to 5 minutes, so if I bring the magic value, I can just hold on for five or six minutes...
Meng Lang thought deeply, gave himself a thumbs up, and then the moment the pressure of the spell came on.
He immediately fell to the ground and started twitching!
While pumping it back, continue to give yourself likes.
Well, I would be blind if I didn’t want to be an actor.
Then next to Meng Lang, the talisman on his forehead lit up, and Fangran felt like a zombie from a Qing Dynasty movie.
He looked at Meng Lang next to him who had begun to twitch, and continued to be cute...