Quasi-overrun physique.

As the name suggests, it has the potential to become an overrun physique, but at this time, it has not become a real overrun physique, and it cannot be loaded with an overrun chip for the time being.

Below the five red characters are dense small letters, which are various detailed reports, and there are also the results of simulated loading of more than a dozen conventional types of overrun chips and several unconventional types of chips......

As a result, none of them could reach the threshold of 30 percent, and the highest one was 25 percent, and the specific model Ling did not see.

Because that piece of paper has been twisted and deformed......

"Brother Ling," Lu Ban looked at Ling seriously, sat on the edge of the bed, and touched Ling's arm with his palm, "Anyway, I'll mess with you." ”

Xiao Hei sat up from the side of the bed, walked to the door of the ward, leaned against the door of the ward, and gave a back to the inside.

"Junior brother, let me explain to you the meaning of the quasi-over-limit physique," Meng Chuyan said on the side, "The quasi-over-limit physique is that your body has the potential to load chips. And in our school, as long as there is a quasi-over-limit physique, it has been treated as an over-limit physique, if you want, you can go to the over-limit class to report now. ”

Zuo Xiang: "Hmm! Well! ”

Ling's voice was a little hoarse: "It's okay, senior sister, don't comfort me." ”

He slowly raised his head, his eyes seemed to have regained clarity, "This kind of thing, innate, I was ready to accept it before, it's really fine." ”

"Junior brother, you believe me," Meng Chuyan grabbed Ling's arm and looked at Ling.

She said: "When Han Xin first entered the school, he was tested for physical fitness, and the test results were just ordinary. But he hasn't given up on himself in the past two years, and he has gone to find various difficulties to tribulate himself, and he also did a test yesterday, just like you, quasi-overrun physique. That guy was crying, you know? ”

Wen Zou whispered: "The difference is just one in a hundred miles and one in a thousand, if you work hard, you can also become an overlimiter." ”

Ling seemed to take their word for it, a smile on his lips, and then a yawn.

"I'm a little tired, I'm relieved to know the result, that, cough, let me sleep."

Several people glanced at each other, didn't say anything, and told Ling to rest well and leave separately.

Xiao Hei at the door didn't leave, turned around and walked to the bedside, looking at Ling on the hospital bed, his eyes were a little more.

It's the depression that I want to comfort but don't know how to speak.

When the four of them left, Ling was lying on the hospital bed with white sheets, white pillowcases, and white thin quilts, with one arm in front of him, and his breathing was a little uncertain.

Although he kept saying things like 'it doesn't matter' and 'I am fortunate to lose my life', I also used the reason that 'my constitution or something is the only thing I can't control, so let it be my fate'.

But I guess I care.

Congenital over-limit physique, admission permit to the world of the strong; I have been honed by the teacher's potential development training for so many years, but I am only a quasi-overrun physique.

Is it possible to mount an overrun chip with a hard work?

Isn't it embarrassing to be less than the top and more than the bottom?

After so many years of hard work and so many years of sweat, but just because of one test, you can only look up to the kind of person you want to be?

Did God play a joke on himself, or did he really not have such a life?

Ling never believed in fate, but when fate played a joke on him, Ling found that he didn't have the strength to fight fate at all......

In my life, don't get stuck in this word 'quasi'.

"Here," came Xiao Hei's voice next to him.

Ling closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at Xiao Hei on the side with a calm expression; Xiao Hei handed over a few petals of oranges, which had already been handed to Ling's mouth.

Opening his mouth, Xiao Hei stuffed the orange into Ling's mouth, Ling subconsciously chewed twice, and was immediately unconscious by the sour gums......

Quickly swallowed a few cloves of oranges, and Ling Ye sat up directly, "Sour!" ”

Xiao Hei smiled proudly beside her, like a normal her, heartless, and occasionally teasing others, "The book says that men's tear glands need to be stimulated to play a role, and that's right." ”

Well?

Ling raised his hand and touched his face, the sides of his cheeks were a little wet.

"Oh, don't be too decadent," Xiao Hei patted Ling's arm, "I'll protect you in the future." ”

Ling suddenly cried and laughed: "You overrun who is faint when you run laps." ”

"It's a big deal that I'll quit drinking and regain my strength," Xiao Hei's eyes looked at the door, and it seemed that she was quite unconfident in speaking.

Ling felt the kindness she wanted to motivate herself, but she didn't realize the unintentional intention in her words......

"It's okay, I still have a chance," Ling clenched his fists, trying to divert the topic: "By the way, when I watched the live video of the tournament before, I could see many outrider students fighting there. If we go to the championship, do we need to load chips? ”

"That's the seed team of the major military schools," Xiao Hei blinked, "Are you still thinking about this?" ”

"Well," Ling looked at the piece of paper in his hand, "Since I have the right word, I want to see if I can load the overrun chip before the tournament...... The low-level ones are good, and they can also improve some strength. ”

Xiao Hei hesitated and whispered: "I went to ask the researchers who tested you yesterday, and they said that as long as you do a little adaptive training, you will definitely be able to load some low-threshold overrun chips." ”

Where did she go to 'ask', but when Ling's test results spread on campus, she asked Lu Ban and others to guard Ling, and she ran to the seventh-floor research institute where she was testing and made a big fuss.

Unfortunately, Xiao Hei did not meet the group of military high-ranking people from the 'deputy marshal', who left the laboratory after the test ended. Otherwise, with Xiao Hei's identity and friendship with the 'deputy marshal', he should be able to get the information that is very precious to Ling.

- That's the message that exploded.

"Really?" Ling breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Xiao Hei, "Help me get out of the hospital, I'm fine, I want to go back." ”

"yes, okay."

Xiao Hei was rare and gentle, patted the back of Ling's hand with his little hand, and walked out of the ward with his head down.

And when Xiao Hei came back, he found that Ling on the hospital bed was nowhere to be found......

"This guy," the corners of Xiao Hei's mouth twitched.

It was said that in order to protect him from drinking, he actually escaped...... Unforgivable!

Forget it, a man like him who can work hard to develop this strength before entering the school must have great expectations for himself, right?

Given the special circumstances, well, forgive him for the time being.

Sitting on the 'observation bench' on the edge of the first floor of the school, Ling looked at the reckless world outside the iron fence.

In the distance, the wind swept up a layer of yellow sand, and two clouds entangled and stopped.

"Hoo ......"

Ling breathed a sigh of relief and threw the paper ball in his hand towards the outside world.

"Lost?" A voice sounded from behind, it was Han Xin.

Ling didn't turn his head to look, because he could feel Han Xin's course of action; Han Xin walked to the other end of the bench and sat down there.

The two didn't speak for a few minutes, Ling stared into the distance in a daze, and Han Xin stayed there quietly.

"Loss is inevitable, in you, I seem to see me two years ago," Han Xin showed a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "At that time, my test result was ordinary, and you were much higher than my starting point." ”

"Senior sister said it."

"Will she pay attention to me too?" Han Xin seemed a little stunned, but then showed a happy smile.

Lin Zhengling turned his head to look at Han Xin, and was a little emotionally moved by the emotional intelligence of this instructor......

"I have the same starting point as you, and now I have got the same appraisal results as you, and you have worked hard for two years, and the results may not be known."

"Thank you, for your comfort."

A provocative smile appeared at the corner of Han Xin's mouth, "Fight?" ”

"Accompanied."

Ling's eyes burned with battle intent again, but this time it was not just battle intent, there were other things.

The two slowly stood up, walked to the open space behind the bench with a tacit understanding, and pulled off the stand.

Without saying much, Han Xin let out a low shout, and the two figures quickly coincided, with some thunderous thunderbolts, and the two figures started a dragon battle without an audience on the edge of the first floor......

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ling, who was sweating profusely, ran back to the dormitory; Knock on the door, and the iron door of concealment will open by itself.

"Coming back?" Blackie's voice came from where she was bed.

"Well, did you eat at night?" Ling turned around and locked the door and asked.

"No ......"

"Just right, come have a drink with me, I'll settle for today's business." Ling said with a smile.

Xiao Hei: "Don't drink, quit." ”

"Huh?" Ling was stunned.

Did he hear something wrong?