My incredible luck and the girl I picked up

There weren't many people in front of the school store now; the crowds had been drawn away by the food stalls. After looking around for a while, Leng Yihan bought two cream breads, a newly released fried noodle bread, and a bottle of water before returning to her previous seat.

"I was so worried that Lin Yin didn't notice, but now I really want to complain about why you didn't buy it at the convenience store and made me go buy it for you?!"

"Because I'm afraid something will happen to Xiaoyin if I leave, I don't dare leave Dongba, that's why I entrusted you with this task, thank you."

Although the explanation makes sense, some people's focus is not on this.

“Xiao-Yin?” Leng Binglan narrowed her eyes and looked at Leng Yihan, asking in a cold voice, “Why do you call her that?”

“Um… didn’t I call you Binglan? We should be equal. How about I continue to call her Lin Yin and call you Leng Binglan from now on? Do you think that’s more intimate?” Leng Yihan replied immediately. Leng Binglan thought about it and then didn’t say anything more, which meant she accepted it. Leng Yihan had already anticipated that calling Lin Yin Xiaoyin in front of Leng Binglan would inevitably lead to this kind of situation, and she had thought about how to respond many times before.

49. About the School Festival (Final)

"Lin Yin—haven't you leaned on me enough?!"

"I really need to be taken care of right now... Yihan, please take good care of me..."

"You're not supposed to use 'care' like that..."

"You guys are really interesting."

"It's rare for Miao Xingyin to say so little."

"Do you think of me as a chatterbox, Ice Blue?!"

"Isn't that right?" 3

"Huh?! That's too much!" Miao Xingyin said, her face flushed. The four of them sat on the bench, complaining about each other.

Although most of the time it was Leng Yihan, Lin Yin, and Leng Binglan who worked together to complain about Miao Xingyin's talkativeness, after all, this guy talked too much and was unrestrained, often making people feel extremely embarrassed.

Hmm, this guy is probably a descendant of Tang Sanzang, or even Tang Sanzang reincarnated, he's so talkative.

After resting for about half an hour, Lin Yin's face had regained its healthy redness. After confirming that she was alright, the four of them got up and went to a food stall for lunch.

"Is there anything you would like to eat?" asked the three people beside Leng Yihan halfway there.

"Hmm... I still want to eat takoyaki!" Leng Binglan said, seemingly recalling the delicious taste of takoyaki.

"I...I'll have a scallion pancake?" Lin Yin replied to Leng Yihan after thinking for a moment, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

"I'll adapt to the situation." Miao Xingyin was also scared by the three of them and didn't dare to say anything more. However, if she did that, she wouldn't be able to help the author increase the word count, which was also very distressing.

When the four of them arrived at the food stall, they naturally went to buy the nearest food to eat, which was the takoyaki that Leng Binglan had been craving. It was unclear whether she liked takoyaki or the stall made it really well, but Leng Binglan was now addicted to eating it.

"Brother Yihan! Buy me another one~" Leng Binglan tugged at Leng Yihan's sleeve, looking at him pitifully with wide eyes.

Looking at Leng Binglan's pitiful appearance, Leng Yihan thought, "Is there even a question?"

"I won't buy it, I'll eat something else."

"Huh?! You're not playing by the rules, Brother Yihan!!!" Leng Binglan said, on the verge of tears. She originally wanted to stay where she was, but Leng Yihan naturally wouldn't leave her there, but he also wouldn't just buy it for her like that.

So on the way to buy Lin Yin's scallion pancakes, Leng Binglan was dragged along by Leng Yihan the whole way. Later, when he found it troublesome, he changed it to carrying her with one hand and carrying her to the scallion pancake stall.

"Xiaoyin, what would you like to add?"

"Hmm... I'll just have cheese, eggs, bacon, and ham. Oh, and I'll have two sauces, salad dressing and tomato dressing."

"Yihan, I want some too! Just like Lin Yin! I want to eat it too!" As soon as Lin Yin finished saying what she wanted, Leng Binglan also shouted that she wanted to eat it.

"How come I never noticed you had such a foodie side before..." Leng Yihan complained, but he didn't expect Leng Binglan to reply like this: "Hey? But I'm the one who cooks 60% of the meals you make, Yihan-ge."

“So I always have to cook extra so that Lin Yin and I can have enough to eat…” Leng Yihan added before putting Leng Binglan down and going to the back of the line to queue up by herself. The other three girls went to see what delicious desserts were available, which were not far from him, at the stall next door.

Leng Yihan didn't have to wait long; it was her turn soon. She ordered two scallion pancakes with cheese, bacon, ham, eggs, salad dressing, and ketchup, and then stood aside waiting for the chef to finish.

After paying, Leng Yihan took the scallion pancake from the staff and walked to the next stall, an ice cream stall. The ice cream at this stall could be customized with any flavors, and the more flavors, the higher the price.

When Leng Yihan arrived, the three of them had just finished ordering the ice cream they wanted. Of course, he paid for Lin Yin and Leng Binglan's ice cream.

Lin Yin ordered chocolate, blueberry, and strawberry ice cream, while Leng Binglan ordered pineapple and vanilla ice cream. Miao Xingyin only chose a chocolate ice cream. Thus, Lin Yin and Leng Binglan experienced contrasting sensations, eating their icy ice cream while simultaneously enjoying freshly baked, still-warm hand-pulled pancakes.

The four of them strolled around and bought a lot of delicious food along the way. Of course, Leng Yihan paid for everything that Leng Binglan and Lin Yin bought.

……

Once again dodging her opponent's sword, the blonde girl aimed her spear at her opponent's head and thrust it out, only to have it easily evaded again.

"Tch!" The girl clicked her tongue and took a step back to create distance, but a bloody gash suddenly appeared on her left arm. Her opponent had appeared behind her at some point, and the sword in his hand was drawn again. With a large amount of blood gushing out, the girl fell to the ground.

"..." The girl gritted her teeth and tried to stand up, but the wounds that kept bleeding all over her body prevented her from doing so. Her opponent did not finish her off, but just watched the girl struggle and see how long she could hold on. There were two or three fatal wounds, and ordinary wounds were almost all over her body. It was unknown how she was surviving.

I can't die... Yihan... entrusted me with such an important matter... I absolutely cannot fail...

The girl tried to get up again, but a flash of sword light slashed through her, and her left arm, which was supporting her body, was cut off, causing her to fall to the ground once more.

No...no...

My legs were numb, my consciousness was fading... and I had no strength left in my body.

I just want to sleep... to drift off to sleep and never wake up again...

"Kangda Ximeng, let me tell you one last thing before you die." The girl's opponent squatted in front of her, and with a swing of his sword, he severed the girl's left leg as well.

The girl's golden hair had lost its former luster, and her eyes could not even see any light or shadow, as if... her soul had died.

"Leng Yihan... he's already dead..."

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the girl stared wide-eyed at her opponent in disbelief.

"You find it unbelievable, don't you? Killing that guy with an outrageous number of survival skills, but that's the truth. He gloriously sacrificed himself to protect Leng Binglan, and Leng Binglan also fell into the spacetime rift right before our eyes, forever lost in the river of time..."

"No way! No way! Yihan isn't dead! He's definitely not dead!" the girl cried out in despair, large tears streaming from her eyes. Because the crying aggravated her injuries, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The girl's opponent didn't say anything, but suddenly stood up and looked into the distance. A figure was slowly walking towards them from afar.

“Ning Yue’er…” The girl’s opponent frowned, glanced at the girl lying on the ground, turned around and quickly left the scene.

"Yue'er?" Upon hearing the name her opponent spoke, the girl struggled to raise her head, trying to find a glimmer of hope. The figure in the distance rushed towards her, and the girl saw a glimmer of hope.

Yue'er, it's Yue'er!

"Yue'er...!" the girl cried out with all her might, then collapsed to the ground, unable to move any further, her face turned upward as she observed the situation.

The girl called Yue'er clearly heard her call and rushed to the girl's side in a flash.

“Xiao Meng…” Ning Yue’er looked at the girl covered in wounds, with two of her limbs severed, and her expression was incredibly complicated.

"Yue...'er..."

"Never mind that, take the recovery medicine first!" Ning Yue'er realized what was happening and quickly took out a small bottle, poured out a pill, and fed it to the girl.

The girl opened her small mouth and swallowed the pill. It melted instantly in her mouth, and its effects quickly spread throughout her body. But to her horror, she discovered…

"Oh dear, the immortality effect is finally gone, now I can finally kill you..."

"Yue'er? Why..." The girl looked at Ning Yue'er in disbelief, unable to believe that her last companion would betray her.

"Alright, Xiaomeng, you don't need to know so much. It's time to get going..." Ning Yue'er didn't explain to the girl. Instead, she took out a long sword from somewhere, aimed it at the girl's heart, and stabbed it down hard.

"Ah!!!" The girl let out a scream. The power of her immortality dissipated and the oppression of pain disappeared. She had already lost too much blood and was only one step away from meeting the King of Hell.

"Why...why did you betray me again?" the girl asked with her last breath, before her eyes closed completely, and she fell into an endless slumber.

"Because... I might be a traitor by nature, isn't that ironic?" Ning Yue'er drew her sword, but the girl could no longer hear her.

"Yes, how ironic." The girl's opponent appeared in front of Ning Yue'er at some point, a mocking smile on his lips.

"Without hesitation, you pushed the person you love into the abyss of death again, and then ended the life of your best friend with your own hands... You really are a good traitor, Ning Yue'er." The opponent mocked, but suddenly a sword pierced through his chest, accompanied by the force that destroyed his entire body.

"Yes, I was born... a traitor."

……

"Brother Yihan...you're awake!"

"Hmm... I fell asleep?" Leng Yihan sat up and rubbed her eyes sleepily.

After lunch, the four of them didn't continue exploring the school festival. Instead, they returned to their classroom to chat about their favorite game, Oracle. However, Leng Yihan suddenly fell asleep halfway through the conversation.

"Ha... I don't know, how long did I sleep?" Leng Yihan asked with a yawn. Lin Yin checked the time and roughly estimated the time.

"It will take about half an hour."

"Only half an hour... I thought I slept for a long time." Leng Yihan said as she picked up the water bottle next to her backpack, opened the cap, and took a drink.

"Today's almost over... and we still didn't get to see the play!" Leng Binglan pouted in dissatisfaction. Leng Yihan couldn't do anything about it; the author was really stuck on the school festival storyline and had to force it to end on the second day! The third day would probably just be glossed over, and there probably wouldn't be any detailed descriptions of the play...

"How much longer until school ends?" Leng Yihan asked Lin Yin. Lin Yin looked down at her phone and replied, "Almost. We'll chat for another half hour before heading back to our seats, then it'll be class meeting, and then school will be over."

"I see..." After hearing this, Leng Yihan began to think about what she should do at the Oracle tonight.

"By the way, Binglan, Xiaoxiao, and I are going to be running a dungeon with two people from our guild tonight, so we won't be able to play with you~" Hearing Lin Yin's words, Leng Yihan looked at the two of them with a question mark on her face: "When did you two become so close?"

"It was Xiaoxiao's request..."

"Alright, alright, you don't need to say anything more. You guys just play. I'm going to log into that weird account I haven't used in a long time." Leng Yihan sighed. It seemed that tonight would be a lonely night studying the Netherworld Dancer. She needed to figure out how to deal with that killing intent first... and also go see Bai Lin. She hadn't seen her in so long and inexplicably missed her. After all, she was such an interesting NPC.

"Ah... speaking of your alt account, is it really an assassin? I feel like the skills are so different from an assassin's, it's even more disgusting, and the damage is much higher. If I make a mistake, I won't even have a chance to react before I die."

"No, it's not an assassin anymore, it's a new profession called Netherworld Dancer," Leng Yihan explained, but Lin Yin, Leng Binglan, and Miao Xingyin were completely confused.

Everyone present was an acquaintance, so Leng Yihan had no need to hide anything. Besides, they would find out about the new profession sooner or later, so there was no harm in telling them now.

"I estimate that the Oracle will most likely introduce eight bug-level classes next, which will be upgraded versions of the eight classes in the Oracle. However, there will only be eight people in these eight classes—corresponding to the eight Netherworld Gods."

"And I was fortunate enough to pass the Netherworld Trial in a hidden quest, which allowed me to become a Netherworld Dancer. It was in the Demon Sealing Valley."

"Did the Sealed Demon Valley disappear because you completed the trial?" Lin Yin asked. Leng Yihan nodded and continued, "I estimate that the eight forbidden areas will be complete by level 80, and this class has an extremely fatal bug." Leng Yihan paused, and seeing that Lin Yin and the other two did not intend to interrupt, continued, "This bug... will make the Oracle very similar to the real world."

"What do you mean?" Leng Binglan asked. After a moment of contemplation, Leng Yihan recalled the scenes of Fengmo Valley in her mind: "Blood, human corpses do not disappear, killing will spit out an immense amount of blood and... an unstoppable killing intent."

The four of them fell silent, unsure what to say. Leng Yihan, recalling the events of the Demon Sealing Valley, looked grim. Deep down, he was a normal person; the scenes of killing and the smell of blood... he would never want to experience them again in his life. But reality rarely goes as he wishes...

After a long silence, Leng Yihan finally broke the silence: "Tonight, Xiaoyin and Binglan will go with Yuxiao to lead the guild members, while I will log into my alt account to study how to solve the problem of killing intent and what those 'BUG' are all about."

"Then... you have to be careful. If you can't take it anymore, just change your number and rest, okay?" Lin Yin said worriedly. Leng Yihan smiled indifferently, then her lips curled into a mocking smile: "Do you think I'm stupid enough to only show off? It's obvious that I'll run away if I can't win. I'm not someone who cares a lot about saving face."

"You're destined to be single forever, Yihan," Miao Xingyin complained. She checked her phone and saw that it was almost time, so she got up and returned to her seat. Leng Binglan also checked her phone and found that it was indeed almost time (during this month of cold war, Leng Yihan had bought Binglan a phone to appease her and stop being angry with Lin Yin). She said to Leng Yihan, "See you after school," and then went back to her seat.

Leng Yihan thought for a moment, then casually opened her phone to check if her favorite authors had updated today, if her favorite content creators had updated, and what strange topics netizens were discussing today.

Time sometimes seems to pass very slowly, and sometimes it seems to pass very quickly. Leng Yihan was halfway through looking at her phone when the bell rang, signaling the end of the class meeting. There were ten minutes left for the students to return to the classroom.

This class meeting for Class 1 of Grade 11 was actually quite relaxed, because they didn't need to help with other people's activities; they only needed to organize the first day's activities. So today's class meeting was just about picking people to share what they had done that day...