Chapter 24 I lose with a hundred thousand dollars

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 24 I lose with a hundred thousand dollars

“$24,000 pressures ‘yes’.”

The reply was from Guderian.

"Does Professor Guderian think so highly of this new student?"

Some people expressed surprise.

"He seemed to have driven here with the new student. I saw that they were quite happily chatting."

Someone present immediately broke the news.

"Isn't the new student the illegitimate son of Professor Guderian?"

Brother Youdong immediately made a guess.

"Reasonable!"

"Reasonable!"

Everyone expressed their approval.

“$36,000 pressures ‘yes’.”

The account nicknamed "Dick Tuduo" posted a reply that pushed the market to a new level.

Caesar Gattuso's bet put an instant halt to the "no" trend.

The brightest star in the academy pressed "yes". Does this mean that he recognizes the ability of this new student?

The situation was immediately reversed, and the list of posts pressing "Yes" was instantly refreshed.

Soon, the bets on both sides reached almost the same amount.

"Holy crap, how did it become like this?!"

Fingel scratched his hair hard.

If there are too many people who press "yes", he won't make much money.

The situation was obviously very good, but Caesar Gattuso single-handedly overturned the situation.

Is this the noblest among nobles? How terrifying!

"You lose, you must lose!"

He blushed and shouted loudly.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly a calm voice came from beside me.

"Of course it's open, why should I ask?"

Fingel replied casually, then immediately realized something was wrong.

He poked his head with difficulty and found Lu Mingfei looking down at him.

"Lu, Junior Brother Lu. Why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"

Fingel stammered.

"The door is open and you are too loud."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"Uh, what, there is an old saying that anyone who enters another person's house at night should be killed according to the law."

Fingel said something he didn't even know what he meant.

The fact that he was caught red-handed betting on other people's test results was too embarrassing, even for someone with a very low bottom line like him.

Lu Mingfei ignored his nonsense and grabbed the computer to read it.

"I see."

He quickly browsed the content with a smile on his face.

"Junior brother, please listen to me, I'm wrong, please explain."

Fingel said with a grimace.

He was ready to be beaten up or to be treated like a bully for a while.

"Can I bet?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Ah? Yes, it's okay."

Fingel said hesitantly.

“What exactly is the 3E exam?”

he asked again.

"The full spelling of 3E is Extraction Evaluation Exam, which means bloodline evaluation examination. It is mainly used to identify students' dragon bloodline. Dragon blood descendants will resonate with the 'dragon literature', and when they resonate, they will have the effect of 'spiritual vision', that is,

Naturally, the dragon characters come to mind."

Fingel replied honestly.

"During the exam, they will hide the dragon text in the music. There are ten items in total. If you write ten complete items, you will be S-level."

"Vision?"

Lu Mingfei recalled that rainy night, Chu Zihang looked painful, and Chu Tianjiao said that he had activated his spiritual vision.

And he also awakened his golden eyes, but saw nothing.

"Is this kind of vision controllable?"

he asked.

"Of course it is uncontrollable. Hybrids cannot refuse spiritual vision, because it is instinct. However, some strong-willed hybrids seem to be able to offset part of the impact. Of course, this is just a legend."

Fingel shrugged.

“Then I’ll bet $50,000 ‘no’.”

Lu Mingfei said.

"Okay, Lu Mingfei pressed $50,000 for 'yes'. Huh? Wait, what did you say?"

Fingel's eyes widened.

"I said, I can't keep the S-level rating for $50,000."

He slowed down his speech and said firmly.

Fingel was in shock.

He has opened so many handicaps, and this is the first time he has seen someone beat him to lose.

"Brother, do you want to stop thinking about it?"

Fingel felt pain in his cheek.

"Don't think about it, I can't have spiritual vision."

Lu Mingfei said.

"real or fake?"

Fingel's eyes widened.

He thought Lu Mingfei was deliberately not taking the usual path, but he didn't expect this to be the reason.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"How about giving it a try?"

A string of retroflex sounds that had never been heard before burst out from Fingel's mouth.

This is an unimaginable way of pronunciation. The turbid and hoarse voice carries a royal majesty, like church bells ringing.

"How is it? Do you feel the voice of the Ancient Dragon King?"

Fingel looked at him expectantly.

"No, I just think it's quite unpleasant."

Lu Mingfei said truthfully.

"This is impossible! What I just recited was Emperor, the Word Spirit. He is the first Word Spirit who rules the dragon clan from the black dragon Nidhogg. As long as one has the blood of the dragon clan, there will be no reaction."

Fingel pulled his hair, looking like his world view had collapsed.

"There is only one possibility, you are not a mixed race at all."
To be continued...