Reject Peking University.
Su Yu entered the Battle Tactics Tower and reverted to his original appearance.
The teacher in charge was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "Su Yu...you...you've reached the peak of the second rank?!"
Su Yu nodded.
After the initial shock, the teacher in charge exclaimed with admiration, "You young people these days are all incredibly talented!"
"Go inside!"
"Thank you for your trouble, teacher." Su Yu cupped his hands in greeting, pushed open the door, and entered the battle space.
......
Outside the Battle Strategy Building, the four gathered.
Lin Yan looked around: "Where's the captain?"
"The next challenge level for Su Yu will be hidden; he has already gone in," Song Qinghuan explained.
"Huh?!" Lin Yan cried out, "Then how am I supposed to know if I've caught up with the captain?"
"Why don't you just wait for the captain to come out and ask him?" Fu You said calmly.
Qiao Qiao blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "Lin Yan, are you confident you can get past the fifty-fourth floor?"
Lin Yan's expression froze instantly, and she complained, "How come you guys have absolutely no sense of humor!"
"Old Fu!!! This time I will definitely be taller than you!!" He turned his gaze to Fu You.
Fu You remained calm: "Whatever."
"Hey! How could you do this? Can't you have some passion?"
"You're making my gaming experience so bad!" Lin Yan said with an exaggerated expression.
"Shall we go in?" Fu You looked at Song Qinghuan.
With Su Yu absent, they basically followed Song Qinghuan's orders when carrying out missions.
Song Qinghuan nodded, and the three of them headed towards the Battle Strategy Building.
Lin Yan, who was engrossed in her performance, suddenly realized that no one was around her.
He yelled, "Damn it, how could you leave me all alone?!"
"I'm the main character!!!"
"Without me, how could you possibly defeat the big boss?!"
Qiao Qiao asked in a low voice, "Sister Qinghuan, what has Lin Yan been doing these past few days? I feel like he's becoming more and more..."
Fu You: "Chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).
Song Qinghuan said seriously, "Because most people at school are very immature and eccentric."
Half a month later, the four challenged the Battle Tower again.
The news spread throughout the entire Northwest University in an instant.
The group chats for each class instantly became lively.
"Breaking news!!! Song Qinghuan and his group are challenging the Battle Mage Tower again."
"How should I put it? Should we go take a look?"
"Don't worry, they won't be done so quickly. I feel like we can go back in two hours."
"By the way, how many levels do you think they can get through this time?"
“Song Qinghuan has reached the fifty-first floor. Each subsequent floor is more difficult than the last. It would be quite extraordinary if she could advance one floor in half a month.”
"Qiao Qiao is about the same, probably on the first or second floor as well."
"Fu You and Lin Yan should get more, at least three floors or more."
"Wow! I'm so envious! I've been stuck on the ninth level for over half a year. How can there be such a huge gap between people?!"
"Envious!"
"Envy plus."
......
As time goes by.
More and more students gathered in front of the Zhanfa Building.
"Sixth Brother, instead of cultivating, why are you here joining in the fun?"
"Dude, I've been training for half a month straight, what's wrong with taking a break today?!"
"Speaking of which, why aren't you cultivating?"
"Hehe, I've been cultivating for sixteen days straight, one day more than you."
"Damn it..."
The square was bustling with activity.
With Challenge Day approaching, these days are the busiest time on campus.
The Battle Strategy Building has 54 floors.
Song Qinghuan, whose blood and energy were almost depleted, sighed.
After several exchanges, she realized that she needed some time to hone her skills before she could reach the minor mastery level.
After a sigh, her pretty face was filled with determination again.
She launched another attack.
......
The little figure icon representing Song Qinghuan on the big screen dimmed.
Sighs echoed across the square.
"Sigh! As expected, the fifty-fourth floor has stumped a lot of people. What a pity!!!"
"I wonder if Song Qinghuan can get past the 54th floor in her freshman year."
"I don't know. Senior Brother Xiao Xiong was also stuck on the 54th floor for a whole semester."
"Sigh, not everyone is like Su Yu."
Song Qinghuan walked out of the Battle Tower and found that the other three were still challenging it.
She then found a quiet place to wait.
Wherever she went, people immediately made room for her.
This junior sister seems very quiet, but in just half a month, she has buried countless people in the wilderness.
Su Yu, the Unruly One; Lin Yan, the Madman of the Arena; Song Qinghuan, the Two Prideful Ones Who Bury People; and Qiao Qiao.
Of the five members of the team, only Fu You seems to be acting much more normally now that they are at school.
After Song Qinghuan's challenge ended.
Qiao Qiao also stopped on the fifty-third floor.
She ran joyfully toward Song Qinghuan, while everyone in the square silently turned their gaze elsewhere.
Cuteness is just an appearance!
Time passed, and the sky gradually brightened.
Fu You stopped on the fiftieth floor.
After passing through more than ten floors in one go, the onlookers had already sucked the cold air dry.
After Fu You came out, he found that Lin Yan was still in the challenge.
He raised an eyebrow slightly. Had this kid really surpassed him?
Lin Yan stopped on the fifty-first floor.
When he walked out of the battle formation building, he held his head high and chest out.
"Damn it, they're all freaks. Let's disperse, let's disperse, what's with the rest? Let's go to the martial arts hall."
"Go back and temper your bones! I don't want to rest for even a minute longer."
The crowd dispersed instantly.
Lin Yan, who had been walking with an arrogant stride, froze on the spot.
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