My incredible luck and the girl I picked up

"Understood. First, set up a formation to suppress me, and then wait until noon when I am at my weakest." After Cheng Tong finished speaking, Lin Kang walked into the alley where Leng Yihan had seen Cheng Tong come out earlier. Leng Yihan followed Cheng Tong in, and Leng Binglan glanced around to make sure no one was following them before also walking into the alley.

"Um... Uncle Kang, who exactly are 'them'?"

“Oh, it’s normal that you don’t know, but you’d better not know what ‘they’ are either, or it might cause you trouble and then us even more trouble.” Lin Kang said, looking at Leng Binglan without any attempt to hide, which scared her so much that she hid behind Leng Yihan again.

"Alright, this is it. Let's start setting it up." Cheng Tong stopped at about the middle of the alley. Sunlight shone faintly through the gaps between the tall buildings onto the ground of the alley. The alley, which should have been dirty, was surprisingly clean, as if it had been swept by someone.

“That’s normal… Cheng Tong lives here, right?” Leng Yihan thought, pulling Leng Binglan back a little to keep a distance from the two supernatural big shots, so as not to be affected by their battle.

"Binglan, I'm looking at the alley entrance, you're looking at them."

"Hmm." Leng Binglan nodded, and the two stood back to back... playing on their phones, since there was still some time before noon. However, Lin Kang soon made them run back to Doujiang Wang's place to get some things from Lin Kang's brother, who was also Uncle Pingfan's father.

"Um... Uncle Kang, where can we find him?"

"Table A1, my brother's sitting there, hurry up." Lin Kang said without turning his head, still busy arranging something. Leng Yihan and Leng Binglan could only run back to Soy Milk King and successfully found Uncle Pingfan's father, Lin Ye. Unlike Lin Kang, Lin Ye looked like an ordinary old man, but he was stronger and more imposing, which reminded Leng Yihan of her junior high school military training...

Oh, right, there's military training for freshmen, can I skip it?

After receiving the things Lin Kang wanted from Lin Ye, Leng Yihan and Leng Binglan ran back. When they got back and were looking at the formation, Leng Yihan could tell that the formation Lin Kang had set up was in its final stages. However, he didn't know what it was for, but he guessed it was some kind of suppression formation.

"Ice Blue, can you tell what use it is?"

"Hmm...it seems like they figured it out on their own. We've never seen it over there..." Leng Binglan looked at it for a while, then whispered in Leng Yihan's ear.

Leng Yihan shrugged. He figured there was nothing more for him to do here; he couldn't exorcise demons or cultivate immortality…

"You two, come here."

"Huh?" Leng Yihan looked at Lin Kang in bewilderment, only to see him point to two obviously empty spaces, "You two stand here."

"You want us to be the core of the formation?" Leng Binglan asked doubtfully. "That's right," Lin Kang nodded.

"Um... Uncle Kang, is it really okay that I've never cultivated immortality or exorcised ghosts?" Leng Yihan asked, squinting. "It's fine. You're not energy providers, you're power providers. I'm the energy provider." Lin Kang said, standing in another empty spot, which now formed a triangle shape.

"Oh right, what about the things I asked you to bring?"

"Oh, here it is." Leng Yihan handed the plastic bag containing Lin Kang's things to Lin Kang. Lin Kang took out one of the items and then casually threw the plastic bag away.

“That is…” Leng Binglan frowned as she looked at the box in Lin Kang’s hand. Lin Kang opened the box and took out a calligraphy brush. “That is… the Crane Brush?” Leng Yihan asked in confusion.

"Huh? Right! The Crane Brush, how did you get this?" Leng Binglan was stunned for a moment, only realizing what it was after hearing Leng Yihan's words. "Huh?! Isn't this a game item..." Leng Yihan was also dumbfounded after hearing Leng Binglan's words. He had this Crane Brush in his inventory, along with two others: a Peach Blossom Inkstone (I know some people want to complain, but there's a reason for that!) and Divine Blood Ink. Leng Yihan only needed the most special paper to complete the set, and all of these items had a unified description: when you collect the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, you can unlock a magical treasure.

"Hmm? This isn't the real Crane Brush, just a high-quality fake. It only has less than half the power of the real Crane Brush. Okay..." Lin Kang waved the Crane Brush in his hand, and then... it was gone.

"Brother, the Crane Brush is used to strengthen the formation..." Leng Binglan whispered a reminder. Leng Yihan immediately looked down at her feet and saw that the formation, which was originally light red, had turned into a deep, blood-red color that looked as if it was about to bleed.

"It's about time, Cheng Tong."

"Okay, okay~ Oh right, remember to burn some food for me at my grave, anything like roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), fried chicken nuggets, or fried chicken legs. I haven't had these in ages. I'm a big contributor, don't forget." Cheng Tong joked as he stood in the very center of the formation. "Sigh... but it's really boring. I'm so handsome, dashing, charming, and irresistible... yet my life has passed by so quickly."

"Except for the last two being a bit strange, the rest are fine." Leng Yihan squinted and complained, but she couldn't help but feel sorry for Cheng Tong. Sometimes people leave so suddenly, as if they are always locked under a guillotine by life, not knowing when the knife symbolizing death will fall without warning.

"Formation... Activate!" Lin Kang said, then made a series of hand gestures. The blood-red formation beneath the feet of the three people and the ghost grew brighter and brighter, and Cheng Tong's body gradually became ethereal.

"He can't hold on any longer!" Lin Kang shouted. Leng Yihan immediately felt a surge of powerlessness and collapsed to the ground. Cheng Tong in the formation also let out screams, trying to break through the formation but unable to. Leng Binglan struggled to support her body, her energy almost completely drained.

"Uncle Kang! You said it wouldn't require too much energy?!" Leng Binglan questioned loudly, and Uncle Kang answered her question loudly: "That's for me!"

"You bastard!" Leng Yihan cursed loudly. Leng Binglan gritted her teeth and used all her strength to slowly extend her left hand and press it onto Cheng Tong's extremely ethereal body.

"Six-pointed star! Transform!" Leng Binglan shouted, and the six-pointed star on the back of her left hand, which was not originally bright, suddenly shone. Cheng Tong's screams grew louder and louder, but now... he could only open his mouth, but no sound came out. His body had become so ethereal that Leng Yihan, without his 'spiritual eye', could not see it. All he could do now was provide energy. With the help of the six-pointed star, Leng Binglan's energy gradually recovered, and her strength also recovered somewhat after absorbing Cheng Tong's power.

“A six-pointed star…” After realizing that she couldn’t stand up, Leng Yihan changed her sitting position and looked at the six-pointed star that flashed from time to time on the back of Leng Binglan’s left hand, and then looked at the dull six-pointed star on her own hand.

"Is this one of the ways to use the six-pointed star...?"

-

Let's go back to last night, to the moment when Kang Meng asked Leng Yihan for a deal.

"Oh? What do you want to trade with me?"

“I want you… to let Leng Binglan leave you.” As soon as Kang Meng finished speaking, a sharp pebble grazed her delicate face, leaving a long wound, but Kang Meng did not react, nor did Leng Yihan.

Strangely, not a drop of blood was left from the wound. Soon, to Leng Yihan's slightly surprised gaze, the wound gradually healed, as if nothing had happened. "How rude."

"It's good enough that I didn't kill you." Leng Yihan said without changing her expression, casually picked up a pebble from the flower bed next to her and threw it at Kang Meng again, but this time Kang Meng caught it with two fingers and threw it back to Leng Yihan. But how could Leng Yihan be hit like that? She easily dodged the pebble.

"Isn't killing forbidden in your world?" Kang Meng asked.

"You guys can give it to me." Leng Yihan.

"I won't give it to you, but I can kill you secretly."

"Hmph, not bad, looks like I'll have to let you try my ultimate move..." Leng Yihan sneered, her feet planted in a horse stance, her left hand forming a tiger claw, her right hand tightly clenched and pulled to her waist.

"I've spent years combining the Lion's Roar and the One-Finger Divine Skill... Just wait and see..." Leng Yihan slowly raised her left hand and beckoned to Kang Meng with her finger, "You, come here!"

"Tch, what a tactic." Kang Meng spat, then kicked off with her left foot and appeared in front of Leng Yihan in the blink of an eye. "I'm here!" Kang Meng punched Leng Yihan straight in the face, but Leng Yihan remained unfazed. Before anyone knew it, her left hand had grabbed the wrist of the fist Kang Meng had thrown. Before Kang Meng could react, her right fist slammed into Leng Yihan's stomach.

"Pfft..." After rolling around several times, Kang Meng fell to the ground not far away. Leng Yihan looked tired and regretful. "Still no form, and only a little bit of spirit." He muttered to himself. He ignored Kang Meng lying on the ground, picked up the plastic bag containing snacks and the plastic bag containing water that he had placed next to Leng Yihan, and prepared to leave alone.

"Wait..." Kang Meng's voice sounded behind Leng Yihan. Leng Yihan paused, turned around and glanced at Kang Meng, who was struggling to get up. "That...who taught you that..."

“My dad taught me in Hawaii,” Leng Yihan replied.

"Don't try to use Conan references on me!"

"Oh, why should I tell you?"

"It seems like the hatred level towards me is maxed out!"

"Really?" Leng Yihan walked up to Kang Meng and squatted down, saying expressionlessly, "I have a question for you... Do you have someone you like?"

"Huh? Why are you asking this..." Kang Meng's face flushed red in an instant.

"If you were with someone you love, and then I asked you to make them leave you, what would you do?"

"……angry."

"Then what are you babbling about? Get up." Leng Yihan grabbed Kang Meng's hand and pulled her up from the ground, then handed her the bag of snacks. "I don't want anyone to know you're from a parallel world." With that, he turned and left.

"...Tsk, why are you always so troublesome no matter where you are?" After muttering to herself, Kang Meng still followed.

-

"Leng Binglan! That's about enough!" Lin Kang suddenly shouted, and the surrounding gravity gradually increased. "Okay!" Leng Binglan also increased her power output, while Leng Yihan... could only play a supporting role at this point, just watching the show and not dragging the two of them down.

Finally, accompanied by a scream that almost pierced eardrums, the formation gradually darkened, Leng Binglan lowered her hand, and the six-pointed star returned to its dim and lifeless state.

Cheng Tong was still there, and Leng Yihan could see her too, but her body was so blurred that she was almost transparent. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome," Lin Kang said, sitting down as well. He seemed to have exhausted himself. Leng Binglan collapsed to the ground as soon as she could relax. "Well then... goodbye. I hope we'll meet again in the next life."

"I was already in my thirties back then," Leng Yihan remarked, but he still waved goodbye to Cheng Tong.

"Then... please tell Uncle Fan that it's goodbye... If there's another chance in the future, then let's meet again then."

"It will be conveyed." Lin Kang nodded, and finally, he bowed deeply to Leng Binglan, his body gradually breaking apart until it disappeared completely.

"Goodbye, Cheng Tong..."

-

Lin Yin slept for more than ten hours. When she woke up, she was disturbed by Leng Yihan and Leng Binglan.

"Ugh... Brother, no... I'm scared... I'm scared of the pain..."

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

"But...but..."

"Don't move."

"Ugh... Ah! It hurts..."

"Oh, sorry... why don't you do it yourself?"

"No...it's okay, brother, you can do it yourself...it was your request after all..."

"What are you doing?!" Lin Yin sat up in bed, blushing, and saw Leng Binglan and Leng Yihan sitting on the sofa clipping their nails...

"Huh?" Leng Yihan and Leng Binglan looked at Lin Yin, whose face was even redder, with puzzled expressions. The three of them fell into an awkward silence.

"Haha, so it's just nail trimming. You guys continue, I'm going to wash up~" Lin Yin fled to the bathroom in a disheveled state, leaving Leng Yihan and Leng Binglan still puzzled. "What's wrong with Xiao Yin?"

"do not know……"

73. About the start of the competition and the first-round opponent

It wasn't until the day before the competition started that Leng Yihan realized... the competition was just a pretext. But that's not entirely true. After all, when players got bored at the Oracle game expo, they could just watch the competition to relax. However, due to the large number of people, the broadcast would only show the most suspenseful match if they watched it live. But in Oracle, they could choose the match they wanted to watch from their rest room.

However, both the game show and the competition were just a facade, a cover-up. On the day the competition started, Oracle announced that it would be shut down for maintenance after the competition. It should be noted that Oracle has been around for about three years, and this is the third time it has been shut down for maintenance. This time, the maintenance will be for a brand new class, which is also the only information revealed so far.

[New Class: Time-Space Turbulence Traveler Arrives!] The name is the only information about the new class. Its abilities, role, and strength are unknown. Veteran players will have one chance to change classes, but they will lose their equipment.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Leng Yihan and her group had already arrived at the exhibition hall. At this point, readers with good memories might be wondering: Wasn't it in the stadium? How did they end up in the exhibition hall?

The author simply felt it was too unscientific (would so many people come to watch if there were only 200 people who weren't particularly famous professional players) so the setting for the Oracle Game Show came about. Then the author thought that a game show couldn't possibly be held in a stadium, right? So, under the mysterious power from the East, the competition moved to the Jinshan Exhibition Center.

"Ugh... this author is really stupid." Leng Yihan blurted out unexpectedly, but no one responded. The exhibition hall was unusually empty (relatively speaking, there were still quite a few people), with only a few staff members. Obviously, the exhibition hall had not yet opened. The three of them were able to enter early because they were staff members, that is, participants.

"Alright, Yihan, stop complaining. Aren't you going to look for where the competition is being held?" Leng Binglan tugged at Leng Yihan's leg, glancing blankly at the huge exhibition hall. "The competition is going to have 200 game pods, so it'll probably take up an entire exhibition hall. Just keep looking." As Leng Yihan spoke, he stopped a staff member and asked about the location of the competition.

From the staff, Leng Yihan and her two companions learned that the competition was indeed in the largest exhibition hall, Hall 1. They immediately headed there, curiously observing the people around them as they went about their business.

"I've only ever seen what the event looks like before at comic conventions, never what it looks like before. Seeing it now gives me a strange sense of excitement," Leng Yihan remarked. The organizers of the Divine Oracle are really generous, having booked half of the exhibition hall. Leng Yihan, however, has no idea how the organizers plan to set it up.

"By the way, Ice Blue, what are the Transcendents like?"

"Hey? Why do you look so sure I know?"

"What do you think?" Leng Yihan smiled, the meaning of which was quite clear. Leng Binglan lowered her head in thought, seemingly organizing her thoughts. "The unique feature of the time traveler should be the use of time and space. These two points are mainly reflected in displacement and the impact of player time."

"May I ask how you knew that?" Lin Yin asked.

"No, it's confidential." Leng Binglan.

"The impact on player time?" Leng Yihan frowned. "Yes, it mainly affects the cooldown time of all skills, movement speed, attack speed, and other speed-related factors, but reaction time will not be affected... for ordinary classes." Leng Binglan explained, emphasizing that it was for 'ordinary classes'.

"So... the Netherworld series of bugged classes are really countered by the Traveler?" Leng Yihan thought about it carefully. If the Traveler's inability to affect the player's reaction might be due to system protection, then the Netherworld series is not protected by the system.

"Yes, but I'm not very clear about the Netherworld series either..." Leng Binglan's words made it clear: there are no Netherworld series professions in our world, so she didn't know what they were like.

“Okay, so what about the other updates?” Leng Yihan asked.