mythical card maker

Chapter 11 Novel Male Protagonist?

"You don't have to worry about these things. After the preliminary competition, I will ask my parents to provide materials and knowledge help to Chu Bichuan, so that you don't think I am invincible."

Yu Porridge put on a cat face, and sat down slowly in the waiting area, looking at the blue card in his hand that was made with a lot of effort, but he couldn't be happy at all.

In fact, this [Undead Sword Servant] is a spirit card that she created entirely by herself based on her own card making skills and the materials provided by the school.

Even the ancient knowledge involved in it comes from the Card Creator Association's shared knowledge base for potential card makers, and has nothing to do with her parents who are always hidden.

But it's just the first round.

In such a world, she could never be without the natural advantages of her parents.

But if that's the case, will it drift away from Stinky Pichuan?

Yu Porridge tugged at his twintails in a somewhat disturbed manner, and began to rehearse the words to please his parents in his mind, determined to persuade them to accept Zhou Chuan as his disciple and provide some help no matter what.

If you ask...just say it's your friend!
Well, friend.

On the other side, Zhou Chuan came to the examiner as early as she was brainstorming, and after turning his palms over, a purple light shot out.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crazy notification sound from the detection instrument: "Didi, card quality: purple, bond value: 100%, unique, it can be determined as an original and self-made card, and it will automatically enter the next round!"

"Purple card?!"

There was no gasping for air that is common in novels, and the scene fell into silence.

Rather than being shocked, the word unbelievable is undoubtedly more appropriate to describe the emotions of everyone present.

The land of Kyushu under their feet can be described as outstanding people. Although the geniuses who make purple cards in their teens are rare, they are by no means absent. It's just that most of those geniuses come from the so-called "family" in famous mountains and big cities.

Relying on their monopoly on ancient knowledge and precious materials, their starting line is the end point of many commoner card makers.

Theoretically speaking, as long as they have enough mental energy, they can produce various high-quality cards at any time without worrying about material loss and mental loss caused by card production failure.

But even with such an advantage, there are very few people in the aristocratic family who can make purple cards at the age of 18.

After all, everyone is equal before mental strength, and there is no shortcut to spiritual cultivation, and the silver level is already the peak that teenagers can reach.

It can be seen from this that it is a "sensational" thing for high school students from ordinary families to make purple cards.

"Zhou Chuan...go to the waiting area."

After a moment of mental shock, the examiner said something with a stern expression, and then turned to the operator next to him and said, "Xiao Hou, you take the students to the next round of tests first, and I will be back soon."

After the words fell, the cold-faced examiner hurried towards the stairs, and the young man called "Xiaohou" nodded slightly when he saw this, with a trace of surprise remaining on his dark face: "Come with me, classmates. "

Under his leadership, the team quickly entered the viewing hall on the third floor.

This is a very spacious place, more like a grand stage than a private room in a movie theater.

The students of Chengfeng Middle School have seen the principal pointing out the country on the high platform countless times, so they are not unfamiliar with this place.

"Let's come in order..." Xiao Hou flipped through the list compiled by the cold-faced examiner, and read aloud: "Chen Chui!"

"arrive."

Chen Chui responded weakly, and slowly climbed up to the high platform in front of the hall, and then sent out spirit cards to fight against the cards used for testing.

On the stepped seat beside him, Zhou Chuan watched this scene with great interest.

It has been half a month since he traveled, but he has never had a serious [card battle].

The only point of experience is to watch Heiwuchang kill all directions from a distance, without any command at all.

Shuang is very cool, but he looks like the thigh pendant of a Chinese god.

If you are more confident, the word "very similar" can actually be used directly.

Too inexperienced.

"Skupichuan, did you really make a purple quality card?"

At this time, a low voice of inquiry sounded from the side, and Zhou Chuan knew who the owner of the voice was without turning around: "Well, luck is not bad."

"Don't talk about luck." Yu Congee crossed his arms, and looked at Zhou Chuan's resolute profile with a scrutiny: "We have known each other for how many years, do you really think I can't see your recent changes? "

"Huh?" Zhou Chuan turned his head subconsciously, and was quite surprised when he met those big sparkling eyes.

He thought that this silly loli, whose IQ was directly proportional to her slope, only knew how to be arrogant, but she didn't expect that she also had the ability to observe people in a subtle way.

I couldn't help feeling relieved like my old father.

But at the next moment, he saw the other party put on a death-like primary school student thinking, and the black-rimmed glasses that appeared from there also reflected a strange light, and the corners of the raised mouth were full of determination:
"Don't hide it anymore, you must have awakened the god-level card making system, right?!"

"Ah?" Zhou Chuan looked at Yu Congee in a daze, not knowing which song the other party was singing.

"Don't act anymore. You suddenly changed a person a month before the college entrance examination. This is clearly a routine in the novel!" Yu Congee raised his chin and said confidently: "There is no doubt that you are the same character as the protagonist of the novel. !"

Hearing these words, Zhou Chuan felt a little flustered for no reason, and explained dryly: "Stop talking nonsense, which protagonist have you ever seen driving [Old Man Music] to and from school? And I don't have a willful younger sister."

"Hmph." Yu Congee showed his dimples, with an expression of letting you make up nonsense, this lady just doesn't believe it, and also faintly revealing a trace of envy and worry: "Hey, you can't use the system to spy on me The degree of favorability for you, I must guarantee it!"

"Okay, okay." Zhou Chuan stretched out three fingers and shook them like coaxing a child, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Hey, finally admitted that there is a system, right?" Yu Congee said in a tone that really did not match my expectations.

"Ugh."

Zhou Chuan sighed tiredly, looked at Xiao Yan who was commanding a fire ghost to fight against the examiner from a distance, and couldn't help thinking, why it's not my turn in this assessment.

After thinking wildly for a while, he finally couldn't take it anymore, his head collapsed, and the chattering middle school girl hugged her head and howled.

"So it's the main character who kills sisters, it's abominable." Yu Congee said with tears in his eyes.

"..."

Zhou Chuan lowered his head in silence, pondering for a long time without knowing what to say.

When the test on the high platform was over, a ray of light suddenly broke in. He looked subconsciously, but saw the cold-faced examiner walking quickly towards this side behind an old man with a white beard step by step.

(End of this chapter)