There is no guarantee for the lottery? So what?

No sooner had Han Yinuo finished speaking than the small ice ball floating in her hand began to vibrate continuously, producing many white streaks.

In less than two seconds, the fist-sized ice ball was whittled down to the size of a marble.

"No way, is it really necessary to be so ruthless? I'm afraid of you."

Han Yinuo immediately admitted defeat.

Yin Ci turned around.

Qi Jing, who was watching from the side, seemed to hear a small "hmph".

Ah, this.

He hadn't even celebrated getting a new skill, and it was already stolen?

It seemed like only the advantages were stolen, and not the disadvantage of the cooldown time.

Whatever, having it is good enough.

Qi Jing indicated that he was easily satisfied and didn't care about such things.

Sikong Yaoyao patted Zhu Qing'an on the shoulder and said to Qi Jing:

"It's Qing'an's turn to draw. Let me introduce her. She's not only the top dog of the Special Branch's sophomore class, but also a personal disciple of your teacher Kong Shu."

Then she turned to Zhu Qing'an and said:

"Give him a demonstration of your outrageous ability?"

"Okay."

Qi Jing was also curious about what her ability was. Zhu Qing'an seemed like the most ordinary of them, and even had a faint big sister vibe.

She took a step forward.

"My ability is called 'Poetry Comes,' and it can materialize the poems I recite."

Then she pulled out a folding fan from who knows where.

A flick, a fan.

"A waterfall plunges straight down three thousand feet, suspecting it is the Silver River falling from the nine heavens."

A waterfall appeared a hundred meters above Qi Jing's head, and he could even feel the air suddenly becoming humid.

Just as this great river was about to fall, it disappeared again.

"Two yellow orioles sing in the green willows, a flock of white egrets soars into the blue sky."

A willow tree suddenly appeared in the small park, with two yellow orioles constantly chirping on it, and a flock of white egrets flying overhead.

"Startled by the wind, the hibiscus in the water flutter wildly."

A strong wind rose, blowing the willow tree in all directions, and their clothes were also fluttering.

Only Tan Zuoyin's anti-gravity skirt remained motionless.

"Dense rain slanting, invading the creeping fig wall."

Suddenly, a torrential rain began to fall from the sky, and Han Yinuo created an ice umbrella to protect everyone.

Xiao Pi and the others were soaked by the sudden rain and quickly crowded over.

Then they were hugged tightly by Fa Xinyu, who rubbed against them vigorously.

She had wanted to try the feel of the yellow mouse who had been looking at her phone the whole time, and finally had the chance.

And Kabi was also held in Yin Ci's arms, motionless.

Jile was parked on the rocking car, unafraid of the wind and rain.

"The sky is clear, the breeze is gentle and smooth."

Instantly, the heavy rain stopped, and a gentle breeze blew, but the hibiscus in the water and the creeping fig by the wall still remained.

After a few seconds, all these scenes disappeared, leaving only the cool air and moist earth as evidence that they had been there.

Sikong Yaoyao said to Zhu Qing'an: "Again, show him your one-character poem."

Zhu Qing'an waved her folding fan again and recited:

"One one one, one one one, one one one."

Strips of ink-colored horizontal lines shot out from Zhu Qing'an's fan, shooting towards the sky.

Han Yinuo conjured small ice beads and hit these "ones", the ice beads seemed to hit a hard wall, lost their momentum and fell to the ground, while the row of "ones" continued to fly forward.

Only when the last "one" flew into the sky and disappeared did Zhu Qing'an put away her folding fan.

Just when everyone thought her demonstration was over, she turned to Sikong Yaoyao and said:

"When you are old, your hair will be white."

Wrinkles suddenly began to appear on Sikong Yaoyao's face, and all her hair turned white.

"Ah?"

She touched her face and shouted at Zhu Qing'an: "Quickly change me back, it's so ugly! Why haven't I seen you use this foreign poem before!"

"Because this poem is of no help in battle, and the performance is not good either."

This poem, which directly affects the person, doesn't look at her ability's strength, but rather the opponent's strength.

Generally speaking, she can only change the opponent's appearance and weaken them by 30% when facing someone of the same level.

Zhu Qing'an withdrew her ability, and Sikong Yaoyao returned to her appearance as an eighteen-year-old girl.

"I can understand the foreign poem, but what the heck was that 'one one one' thing just now?"

Qi Jing expressed his inability to understand.

"How can abilities be such inconvenient things? As long as you change your perception and make yourself believe it's a poem, then it's a poem."

Qi Jing was shocked:

"Damn, change your perception? That works too?"

"It's easy to say, but very few people can change their perception. You can't even find two or three in the entire academy."

Sikong Yaoyao and the others had also tried to learn the skill of changing their perception before, but without exception, they all failed.

Everyone who learned this either made no progress or went crazy and had to see a doctor.

This is simply an anti-human thing. They really don't understand how Zhu Qing'an did it.

Could it be that she's already crazy?

"Don't think about changing your perception unless you have to, you'll probably go crazy," Zhu Qing'an advised.

"Come on, use your ability on me, May your happiness be as boundless as the Eastern Sea."

This was the first time she had used this ancient poem to bless someone with good luck, and she didn't know if it would work.

Qi Jing tapped the back of her hand:

"Lottery!"

It was a big book.

Sayings of Life: Recording every word spoken since birth.

Qi Jing opened the first page, which was full of "Ah, ah, ah, ee, ya, ya", which should be his crying as a baby.

It wasn't until the first "Mama" appeared that the book slowly began to have other Chinese characters.

He turned to the last page, which read "Lottery".

"This book records everything I've ever said."

Qi Jing looked at it again, and the sentence he had just said also appeared on it.

This is a black history record!

Absolutely can't let others see it!

Qi Jing put it back into the "private" area of his space.

Seeing that the others still wanted to ask something, he immediately started the next lottery.

"Lottery!"

Three Thousand Ancient Poems: Three thousand ancient poems.

This thing is useless, even with his toes he knows that he won't read them in the future, might as well give it to Senior Zhu.

"Lottery!"

Poetry Wine Gourd: Reciting poetry into it will produce fine wine, the taste is determined by the artistic conception of the poem.

This twenty-centimeter-tall gourd should be able to hold a lot of wine.

The taste will also change!

A divine artifact for wine lovers!

Too bad, Qi Jing doesn't drink alcohol, he never understands why some people like to drink this nasty stuff.

"I'll try it."

Zhu Qing'an was eager to try after Qi Jing told her about the abilities of the wine gourd.

She wanted to know the taste of different poems.

"I see the green hills so charming, I expect the green hills see me as such."

At the same time as she said this, she clearly felt the gourd in her hand become heavier.

Qi Jing took a large bowl from his space and handed it to her.

It's not that he wouldn't give her a cup, but all he drew were thermos cups, not as good as a bowl.

"Good wine."

She poured half a bowl from the gourd and finished it in one gulp.

Qi Jing didn't expect her to drink so boldly, that was half a bowl, and she just chugged it down.

"My body has no colorful phoenix wings to fly with you, but our hearts have a mysterious connection."

She poured another half bowl and still finished it in one gulp.

"This wine should only be found in heaven, how many times can it be tasted in the human world!"

It was hard to tell whether this was praise or a call for wine, perhaps both.

Another half bowl.

"Looks like she's going to drink herself to death here today, ignore her, by the time she's done drinking tomorrow will be over."

Sikong Yaoyao knew what Zhu Qing'an was like when she drank, she wouldn't let go until she was full.

"Draw for someone else first, you probably won't be able to draw for her today."