Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

[Holy Shield, Taunt]

[Minions with Divine Shield are immune to the first damage they receive]

In this situation, the engineer has the ability to block at least two attacks, coupled with his good physique, which makes him like a durian, hard and able to resist damage, and he will stink if you ignore him.

Fang Qingyun spent a lot of money and forged nine blue quality cards. As a result, he only had 1710 memory fragments left. His idea of ​​saving the fragments to buy a bag was shattered, but he would basically have no problem coping with tomorrow's test.

Originally, Fang Qingyun could have cut down on the deck, but he only had 11 cards in his hand including the two remaining cards, so he had no choice. He even had to bring the spell card [Crystal Regeneration] with him, otherwise he wouldn't have enough cards to make up ten.

Currently, Fang Qingyun's deck consists of nine minion cards and one spell card, and the minion cards can only be said to be of high quality, but the consumption cannot be particularly smooth. It is easy to draw high-cost cards in the first two rounds of the game, resulting in the hand being idle.

But there was no other way. Fang Qingyun had no extra cards. All he could do was pray that he wouldn't get stuck, or that his opponent wouldn't get stuck either. Everyone stared at each other in amazement. Now he had done everything he could do. The next thing he had to do was to rest as much as possible. After Fang Qingyun confirmed that the cards were ready, he dispersed the gray mist and fell into a deep sleep.

The night passed quickly, and Fang Qingyun got up very early in the morning. Before the clock struck six, he could no longer lie down. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. His biological clock told him that it was probably only five forty or so, so he could still continue sleeping.

Fang Qingyun thought about it and decided to get up and take a look at his deck. Although he knew there was nothing he could do even if he got up, he was still very nervous.

He was in a state of panic. On the one hand, he didn't know the other people's abilities, and on the other hand, he was a half-baked player. If he encountered an extreme fast attack, and the opponent had better luck, Fang Qingyun could kill him in three or four mana. If Fang Qingyun was stuck, he would be even more helpless...

This emotion continued until Fang Qingyun saw the teacher. Seeing the teacher casually grouping other people, Fang Qingyun felt half relieved. This teacher seemed to be grouping the people randomly. He lowered his head and shuffled his deck of only ten cards, trying to calm himself down in this way.

Let me see what the average level of the other world is like.

Fang Qingyun took a deep breath, his heart surging.

Chapter 16: Foolish noble villains are part of Western fantasy. Don't play if you don't like it.

The preparation before class seemed to take just a blink of an eye. When Fang Qingyun took a deep breath and stared at the blue crystal table in a daze, Teacher Schmeisser had already walked out with a pile of things.

Observing the thick pile of cards at the side of Teacher Schmeisser, Fang Qingyun was completely relieved. That pile seemed to be whiteboard cards for students who had no cards. Fang Qingyun estimated the thickness of the cards prepared by Teacher Schmeisser, and if divided equally, each person should be able to get five or six cards.

It seemed that many people had not put together a complete deck of cards. Fang Qingyun even noticed that some students did not even have a single card in their hands.

The students who didn't have any cards in their hands all had one thing in common: they were all wearing very simple clothes. Most of them were commoners. The nobles who were wearing jingling and clanging clothes had a thick stack of cards in their hands. It looked like there were at least 30 cards in the stack. They were probably trying to adapt to the situation? Or were they just taking out cards with a cost of less than five in their decks?

The gorgeously dressed noble student who had been at odds with Fang Qingyun in class before saw Fang Qingyun, his eyes lit up and he squeezed through the crowd. The commoners who were pushed away naturally didn't dare to say anything, and the noble student who was squeezed didn't dare to be angry or speak. He just stared at the man's back for a while, and then shifted his gaze to Fang Qingyun who was observing. That angry look was simply asking Fang Qingyun to wait.

Very good, this person who Fang Qingyun was not familiar with and who he had only met twice successfully attracted a wave of hatred from Fang Qingyun. Apart from making him sigh that it was an unprovoked disaster, he was too lazy to have any more reaction.

Fang Qingyun always thought it was stupid to decorate himself with tinkling things, because only the Christmas tree was decorated with shiny, tinkling things.

Accompanied by the clanking sound of badges on its body, the "Christmas Tree" walked up to Fang Qingyun and reached out to take the cards in Fang Qingyun's hand without any hesitation, with a righteous look as if these cards belonged to him. This reminded Fang Qingyun of the uninvited guests who came when he was writing novels with the Grimoire of Fate in the notebook form.

Fang Qingyun really wanted to break the "Christmas tree's" fingers, but considering the possible supporters behind this person, Fang Qingyun chose to step aside without making a sound. It seemed that he leaned to the side unintentionally and used his shoulder to push the "Christmas tree's" outstretched hand to the side.

"Fang Qingyun - Wai Ruigude" the Christmas tree called out to Fang Qingyun: "If you show me your deck, I will agree to the bet you made with me."

Fang Qingyun's first reaction was: What kind of a name is this? Is it the transliteration of "very good"?

The next reaction is: I'm showing you my deck, isn't that showing you my weak spot? This world is not like the previous life, where so many routines have been developed. You can roughly know the opponent's deck by looking at the first few cards played by the opponent. Basically, the deviation will not be too large. Therefore, once you guess the opponent's deck, the chances of winning for both parties are basically determined. The person at a disadvantage can only try every means to destroy the opponent's construction.

Simply put, it means dragging your opponent into the mud and rolling around together.

This world is different from before. Everyone's cards are different, more or less different, and everyone's way of combining cards is even more varied. In this case, carelessly showing off your own deck is like directly reporting the abilities of your Stand in a confrontation between Stand users. It is obvious that you are telling others to come and target me, which is extremely likely to make your opponent disgusted.

Fang Qingyun remembered that when he was playing Hearthstone before, he had built a particularly cheap Druid deck. When his friend played, he filled his deck with low-cost removal cards. Except for Fang Qingyun's deck, the other cards could not beat it. But they just tried to counter Fang Qingyun's deck to death, which made Fang Qingyun very disgusted.

If this deck were shown to the Christmas tree, he would probably stuff 10,000 zombie killer crabs into it.

Killer Crab was a card in the previous life of Hearthstone. The battle cry of a minion with this suffix can often instantly kill its prefix and then gain a bonus. For example, the 2-2-3 Pirate Killer Crab, its appearance effect is to instantly kill a pirate minion on the field, and then gain +1 attack power/+1 health.

Killer Crab has also become a synonym for targeted cards, and later cards with similar effects would be named XX Killer Crab.

Seeing Fang Qingyun in a daze, Christmas Tree repeated it again with a heavier tone.

... Was my predecessor so stupid? When gambling with nobles, the other party has more resources and better decks because they have money. I am alone and want to gamble with a family. What happened to my predecessor's brain?

Fang Qingyun searched his memory and successfully made himself speechless. If his memory served him correctly, the original reason for the bet with the Christmas tree was that he wanted to return to the ranks of the nobility and be recognized by them.

No, there is nothing good about being recognized by the nobles. There is no privilege. After entering with a broken face, it is nothing more than being a monkey in the circle of others. It is a pure existence to relieve boredom. Why bother?

The original owner was a noble, but his family fell into poverty. Although he still attended classes as usual in the academy, he had been kicked out of the circle by the aristocratic students in the academy. The cowardly original owner could not accept such a gap, and he would do anything to return to the aristocratic circle.

He first planned to have a gambling fight to gain the recognition of the nobles, and then give the "Almighty Maid" card to the Christmas tree as a double insurance.

Fang Qingyun thought this was simply insane. Can you get recognition by winning once? No, it will only make the loser lose face. He will lead you in the group, find excuses, and soon others will think you are just being clever.

Giving gifts is an even more stupid move. You are not friends with the other person, but you are asking them to do something for you. Giving gifts can only lower your position when interacting with others. Your background is inferior to theirs, and your behavior is even inferior to theirs. When you talk to others, your head is almost bent into their necks.

This kind of dog-licking behavior can only turn oneself into a monkey. At best, it can be used as a topic of conversation. The status is probably the same as Kong Yiji. People may not even be willing to give you credit. After all, Kong Yiji could still owe nineteen cents.

So the most urgent thing now is to refuse that matter. Fang Qingyun doesn't have the habit of being a clown for others. In order to prevent the Christmas tree from finding fault, he has to save face for the Christmas tree. At this time, a little self-deprecation and surrender are very useful, which can effectively avoid this trouble: "You are magnanimous, just treat me as a fart."

As soon as he said this, Fang Qingyun realized that something was wrong. His language organization ability really needed to be retrained in such a short period of time. What he thought in his head was good, but speaking it out loud was another matter.

It is inevitable that young people speak with anger, and there is inevitably a hint of provocation in his words. That frivolous tone does not sound like submission at all, but rather a bit sarcastic. But since he has said that, he cannot swallow the rest of the words and has to say it despite himself.

"I've been living alone for a while now, and I've found that I can save a lot of time by not interacting with people. I don't need to attend dances or social events. Isn't it good to use the time saved to improve myself? So, you can just let me rot in that little room peacefully! Is that okay?"

This last sentence is full of twists and turns, and there is no intention of giving in at all. But from the perspective of speaking, it is a way of retreating to advance, self-deprecation and praising others, and with a little bit of sarcasm, the effect is enough to make people hate it.

But Fang Qingyun wanted to blend in with the crowd, but now he has become the focus.

A group of ordinary students nearby widened their eyes after hearing this, and moved aside calmly, probably because they were afraid that Fang Qingyun would be splattered with blood after being taught a lesson by the Christmas tree.

Fang Qingyun looked at the Christmas tree's face and found the effect was outstanding. Whether it was a mocking effect or a submissive effect could be seen from the flushed face.

Don't say it, this is different from being born in a so-called aristocratic family. The Christmas tree took two breaths and suppressed his expression. The corners of his mouth pursed down showed that his master was not so calm. He seemed to have thought of a good way to deal with it: "Coward!"

Bad, let him counterattack, Fang Qingyun did not expect that Christmas tree, as a noble, would dare to say such rude and dirty words directly. Now Fang Qingyun's goal is to avoid fighting. No matter how much he says next, it can't change this fact. Instead, it confirms his reputation as a coward. This sentence directly leaves Fang Qingyun with no way to retreat. In order to avoid being looked down upon in the future and affecting his life, all he can do is to show his true colors.

Fang Qingyun pretended to be furious, hoping to show weakness to the enemy and give the Christmas tree the wrong impression that he was a reckless man, but the effect was not good: "Come on, whoever is cowardly is a grandson"

Now that I have offended the nobles, I cannot offend ordinary students anymore. I must get rid of their impression that I am here to join the nobles and gamble. Fang Qingyun added: "Why is it so difficult to have a quiet life?"

He thought that the last sentence he added was okay, and he gave himself a hand up, so that it looked like the noble was actively looking for trouble.

However, Christmas tree had too deep an impression of the original owner's cowardice, so this did not make him feel that Fang Qingyun had become a reckless man. On the contrary, it made him cautious. Considering Fang Qingyun's previous cowardly appearance, the arrogant him came to a conclusion: he probably had no confidence and was trying to show off his eloquence here. This made him fall into Fang Qingyun's trap accidentally.

"I won't take advantage of you. I won't look at your deck. I'll just pick up any cards I want and play against you. Don't tell me you can't do that." The Christmas tree also took a step back and set up an open plot, trying to block Fang Qingyun's way out. "Let's play right now, right in front of the teacher. Do you dare? Whoever is cowardly is a grandson."

Things have come to this point. If Fang Qingyun really has no ability, then he has no way out at this moment. He can either admit that he is a coward or lose the duel and become a laughing stock. This is almost putting him on the fire, but unfortunately he is neither.

Hooked!

Fang Qingyun calmly sorted out his deck, tilting his head to look at the Christmas tree: "No need, just take out your strongest deck, I will take it head-on, if you lose, admit your mistake and don't bother me anymore in the future"

He cursed on purpose. After this battle, he would have nothing to do with the nobles anymore.

Hooked!

The Christmas tree remained calm on the inside, but on the outside it was very angry and pointed at Fang Qingyun's nose: "If you lose, you must kneel down and apologize."

The meaning of the Christmas tree is also easy to understand. It directly expels Fang Qingyun from the ranks of the nobility, which is a punishment more terrifying than death for a down-and-out nobleman.

Fang Qingyun's reaction was one of great joy. He had to thank the Christmas tree for pushing him into the group of serious people. He was ridiculed by a group of people, and unknowingly, more and more people hoped that Fang Qingyun would win. He seemed to have become the spokesperson for ordinary classmates, and his status was elevated.

"It's a deal." The two pretending to be fools reached a consensus and thought they had set a trap for each other. They never expected that when the fight started, the two fools were actually wrestling in the mud.

Fang Qingyun asked the Christmas tree to take out his strongest deck. This behavior seemed reckless, but in fact he had his own considerations. He never believed what the noble said. This guy said on the surface that he was just putting together a deck randomly, but in fact he might still use his strongest cards. There would not be any difference. And since Fang Qingyun said so, it was normal even if he lost. It was not shameful to lose to the noble's strongest deck.

It's better to have a way out just in case.

Chapter 17: I'm going to give you an ugly nickname, I'm going to call you Goering

The teacher who had been idle for half a day finally came online. He pushed aside the other students who were watching the fun and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "Come on, I was just worried about not having examples, and you two students just helped me solve this problem. Come on, you two students, bring your decks and follow me."

Teacher Schmeisser led Fang Qingyun and the Christmas tree to a blue crystal table and operated something skillfully: "In the last five minutes, adjust your deck. Teacher will start the spectator mode."

Fang Qingyun naturally had nothing to adjust. He only had eleven cards, and the unsuitable card, [Almighty Maid], was still in the Grimoire of Destiny.

Fang Qingyun was not surprised that the Destiny Codex could store cards. What was the big deal about the Golden Finger being able to store items? Shouldn't it be standard to be able to store items and have built-in anti-lost function?

In comparison, the Christmas tree over there was not so cool. He had to prune it until Teacher Schmeisser stretched out his hand in front of him, and then he considered it complete. Fang Qingyun could understand that when assembling a deck, everything is useful and he wants to bring everything. The final result is often a bunch of useless things that have no place to be used at all.

"Okay, stand on those two platforms," ​​Teacher Schmeisser waved his hand, "Leave the rest to me. Once you're standing, don't come down. If you force yourself to come down, you'll be judged as the loser."

The two exchanged fierce looks. Fang Qingyun felt that opening his eyes wide had no deterrent effect, but what he had to do now was something that suited his status as a young man, so he met the Christmas tree's eyes with a look, which successfully made his eyes hurt. However, due to the pressure of not wanting to embarrass himself, he couldn't rub his eyes with his hands, so he could only maintain that fierce and disdainful expression on his face.

The Christmas tree on the other side started to murmur in his heart. There must be something fishy about this kid being so brave. After thinking about it, he put down his guard again. No matter how brave he was, what could he do? The kid had so few cards, it was good enough that he didn't have to ask the teacher to give him a whiteboard. He still wanted to play a match? It's a fantasy. Is it so easy to make cards temporarily? Even if there was a chance, it was impossible. This time, he was probably just relying on his old capital and trying his best.

The Christmas tree sneered and spat to the side. This behavior made many civilian students very angry. If it weren't for the pressure from the nobles, they would have thrown rotten eggs at him.

Teacher Schmeisser inserted the two people's decks into the two grooves of the blue crystal table. The grooves swallowed the decks like a conveyor belt. The light blue light pulled out two light paths, extending to the feet of Fang Qingyun and the Christmas tree, pulling the two people away.

Although it is called a blue topaz table, in fact the distance between the two people is not small. The moment Fang Qingyun stood on it, he felt that the Christmas tree opposite seemed blurred, and the distance between the two people seemed to have widened to more than ten meters. If it were not for the classmate next to him who convinced Fang Qingyun that his scale was correct, he would have suspected that he had become smaller.

Several nobles pushed aside the other students and swaggered to the place closest to the battlefield. They flipped their fingers and drew a card from their own deck.

Fang Qingyun looked at them and realized that this might be the way of casting spells in this world.

There was no chanting or spell-casting, just a simple infusion of magic power. The cards in their hands began to glow rapidly, and then trembled, forming lightning-like twisted cracks on the ground, from which all kinds of servants and monsters emerged.

Fang Qingyun saw a giant yellow dog as big as a car. After being summoned, it lay down on its side obediently and served as a large cushion sofa for its owner.

They also saw a butler dressed in elegant clothes, wearing a monocle, coming out of the magic circle, holding a pot of black tea and serving the boys and girls.

Several nobles were divided into two distinct teams according to their seats. The leader of one team was a frosty-faced girl, Fang Qingyun's senior. According to the information Fang Qingyun had found out, this girl's background was that of a duke, and her race... was a vampire.

This is also the reason why Fang Qingyun dared to take out his zombie army. This world is more open than he had imagined before. The legal use of corpses is not a crime. Only the illegal and large-scale use of corpses will lead to investigation by judicial authorities.

In this world, zombie cards can be obtained not only by casting with corpses, but also by exploring the dream plane. So there is no need to worry about being checked for taking out zombie cards. All you have to do is to bite the bullet and admit that you have entered the dream plane. Fang Qingyun is not even afraid of lie detector tests. What else can you call the world you travel through at night if not the dream plane?

Zombie cards in this world are like a kitchen knife in China in the previous life. Ordinary people can hold a kitchen knife as long as they don't show off in public, and if a cook holds a knife on the street, he will at most be questioned a few times, but will not be deliberately troubled. This eliminates Fang Qingyun's worries and allows him to use the zombie deck without scruples.

And the figure of this vampire senior... is not as mature as you might imagine. Rather than a girl, it is more appropriate to call her an otome, that is, a woman between a loli and a girl. Her face seems a bit childish. If she looks down, she can definitely see her toes, and the ups and downs can be basically ignored.

She was wearing a special costume for the winner of the duelist, a red JK-style top, a short skirt and black stockings. The existence of black stockings in this era really surprised Fang Qingyun. It was incredible that there were black stockings in the magic world. Fang Qingyun's attention stayed on her black stockings for a while, but in the end he was attracted by her silver hair. After all, there are not many people in reality who can control silver hair. This thing requires a lot of matching of skin and clothes.

The well-dressed butler standing next to her was summoned by her. The butler stood beside her, refilled her tea, and brought out small cakes and snacks for the tea party. Judging from the positions of everyone, this silver-haired vampire senior was the center of the nobles. The others kept a certain distance and surrounded her like stars surrounding the moon. No one dared to get any closer to her.

A few people sat on the sofa, accompanied by small cakes and snacks, just like a walking emoticon package: watching a show.jpg.

This made Fang Qingyun a little uncomfortable. He thought that this duel should be similar to an exam. How could he eat snacks in the exam room? But then he thought about it and understood. Next time when they duel on the field, Fang Qingyun would also have a big bucket of popcorn. He felt like an acrobat.

He stole a glance at the Christmas tree across from him and saw that he didn't show any discomfort, which made Fang Qingyun doubt himself. Was he a little too sensitive to feel uncomfortable? Maybe this duel was not a serious occasion?

The empty stone table was like a holographic projection, spreading rapidly from a single point. Trees, houses and the ground stood up from the flat surface like a 3D book that a child was turning over, and quickly turned into reality. In just a few seconds, the entire battlefield was constructed, as delicate as looking at a model through glass. Careful observation of living things such as trees also showed that they were swaying their bodies under the influence of the surroundings.

It was like building a new world, which opened Fang Qingyun's eyes. He felt that he could reach out and touch the plants on the land, but because he didn't want to appear impolite, he refrained from reaching out.

It was fortunate that Fang Qingyun did not reach out, otherwise his uniqueness would be exposed.

In fact, high-level duelists can often communicate with their followers, and communication is beneficial to cultivating feelings between them and their followers. Followers can be resurrected after death in reality, but they will lose a certain degree of favorability each time they are resurrected. This is why some people do not take their followers seriously, and as a result, when their followers die too many times, they backstab them.

Having a close relationship with your followers doesn't really help in a duel. At most, the followers can make more agile movements when responding to their own heroes, and have cooler portraits and movements when attacking.

For example, if a person holding a knife has a low intimacy, he will attack at will or even not attack at all when you ask him to, and you can't command him at all. When the intimacy is high, you may order him to attack, and he will first show you a slow motion of holding the knife at his waist and slowly drawing it, and then swing the knife with lightning speed, although the damage will not be increased or not killed because of his appearance when calculating the damage.

But he is handsome.

The more you are in tune with your followers or the more they obey you, the more influence you can have on them when you encounter a battlefield. It's like you have gained the authority of a creator. You can change the terrain, the background, and everything.

If Fang Qingyun's hand touched the battlefield, then in an instant the entire battlefield would change from a scene of birds singing and flowers blooming to a hell on earth with broken walls and ruins, which is the most suitable terrain for these zombies.

The Christmas tree looked at him as if he was a country bumpkin. Fang Qingyun gave him a provocative look that meant "What are you looking at?" The Christmas tree wanted to open its eyes wide and fight back, but Fang Qingyun avoided his sight and ignored him deliberately, which made him very angry.

In fact, that guy was just pretending to be angry, still trying to paralyze Fang Qingyun. It must be said that his approach was very effective. Fang Qingyun successfully changed his status from "qualified noble" to "upstarts". But what does having money to make cards have to do with a person's cultivation? Even if he is a diamond bachelor, the quality of his cards has nothing to do with his character, so he must not be careless.

"Are you ready?" Mr. Schmeisser asked, "If you are ready, we will start dealing the cards. After the cards are dealt, you are strictly prohibited from leaving the stage."

After receiving the signal from the two people, Mr. Schmeisser began to read the opening remarks: "The regular season with no hero skills and a five-point mana crystal limit begins now, with Fang Qingyun versus Meyer."

Mr. Schmeisser’s opening remarks reminded Fang Qingyun of the innkeeper who served as the background sound when he was ranked in the Hearthstone ladder. The innkeeper always liked to pause slightly after announcing the name, and then re-read the word "match".

This gives me the feeling of a legendary championship warriors facing off, but I got tired of hearing it later. Now that I hear the familiar reading, I feel like I’m back to the old days.

In addition, the real name of the Christmas tree was finally revealed, it was Meyer, but this name was really distracting... Fang Qingyun decided that from now on he would be called Christmas tree Goblin, the air force marshal who said there was an enemy plane in the sky of the Third Reich and changed his name to Meyer, he was also a fat man.

Although Christmas Tree is not short, he is not thin either. He can be said to be "strong". Calling him Goblin is quite appropriate.

Chapter 18: Social phobia and social terrorists are mutually transformative

Teacher Schmeisser operated the blue topaz table, and soon, a blue fat man like a genie in a pot crawled out from the blue topaz table. He was the blue genie in Aladdin's lamp, the one who could fulfill wishes. After he came out, he rubbed his eyes, and a handful of blue crumbs came out. He looked like he had not slept well.

After rubbing his eyes, he looked around and seemed to have just realized that it was a competition. He hurried over to host the competition, still holding his hat as he flew over. He looked so careless that he was like an uncle who missed work. His anxious look made Fang Qingyun think that his ghostly, smoke-like tail would get tangled when he flew over.

He seemed to be able to see the decks of both sides. He smacked his lips a few times and said in a rough voice: "Oh, this deck is not bad. It's at the passing level." For a moment, he didn't know whose deck he was talking about. Fang Qingyun guessed that it was not his own. He thought that his deck was pieced together and was far from the passing level in his heart.

A palm-sized gold coin appeared in the uncle elf's hand. Compared with his thick fingers, the gold coin looked a lot smaller. The uncle showed the two patterned sides of the gold coin to Fang Qingyun and Ge Bulin, and then threw the gold coin high up.

Soon, the uncle elf took the gold coin in his hand, and a blue rune appeared on the gold coin. Seeing the result, the uncle hooked his finger at Ge Bulin, signaling him to take the first move, and then handed the gold coin to Fang Qingyun.