Ye Sewei rubbed her face vigorously. Her facial muscles were slightly sore from laughing for too long. She couldn't hold it back and glared at the instigator, who just stood up from the ground.

He casually flicked the dirt on his pants, and then slightly raised his fingers towards the ground.

A small piece of dog's tail grass on one side was neatly cut off, and a vine circled around the waist of the dog's tail grass, forming a small bunch, and then jumped into Morpheus's hand.

The next second, Morpheus handed the bunch of dogtail grass to Ye Sewei like a normal person: "Okay, I'm leaving."

Ye Sewei took it dully, and when she looked up again, there was no one in front of her.

The dog's tail grass swayed slightly with the breeze, and a few strands even brushed her chin, which was particularly gentle and slightly itchy. Ye Sewei stared at the grass in her hand with a complicated expression, and wanted to throw it to the ground angrily.

, and want to complain crazily about how there is no dogtail grass for people. Underneath these two, there is also a subtle emotion, similar to "the coffin flower received a strange gift again", which is not easy to describe.

Because of all the above, when Ye Sewei returned to the arena, she still had the bunch of dogtail grass in her hand.

In order to maintain fairness and justice, everyone was allowed to watch the afternoon selection competition, and most of the maids and attendants were even given a day off. Everyone usually does not have many entertainment activities, so when they encounter such an event, they will naturally be busy.

Everyone wants to come and participate.

So as soon as Ye Sewei walked in, she saw several times more people than usual in class.

There was a buzz of people, and the magic signboards in the player area and auditorium were all very well done. It was obvious that the Duke's Palace had ample experience in hosting such large-scale events in an orderly manner.

As soon as Ye Sewei stopped in front of the sign, someone came up to her: "Is this contestant Ye Sewei? This way, please."

This voice sounded strangely familiar.

"Mr. Ott?" Ye Sewei recognized him at a glance. She subconsciously moved her eyes upward, but did not see the pair of furry gray rabbit ears. She couldn't help but show a little disappointment in her eyes.

"The Otu tribe is not allowed to show their ears in public." Mr. Ott scratched his head and rearranged his hat. He obviously noticed Ye Sewei's gaze and said in a very polite tone: "The player preparation area is over here.

,plz follow me."

The competition format of the selection competition has never been announced before. Along the way, Ye Sewei got the diagram explaining the competition system handed to her by Mr. Ott.

The final number of valid applicants was exactly thirty-six, so we simply divided these people into four groups of nine people in each group by drawing lots.

After dividing the groups into groups, we will continue to draw lots. This time the lot will be drawn to determine the opponent. First, eight will advance to four, then four will advance to two, and finally the last person in each group will be decided.

"Wait a minute, why are there eight people in four groups? Isn't there nine people in each group?" Seeing this, Ye Sewei asked doubtfully.

"Because each group will draw a lucky draw, and the four people who draw the lucky draw will only have to play four to advance to the second and finals." Mr. Ott explained in a gentle voice: "Don't underestimate luck. If there is no destiny,

No matter how powerful you are, it’s useless.”

This explanation is quite consistent with the theory that the release of magic depends on luck. Just like genius relies on 99% hard work and 1% talent, enough hard work is certainly enough for a person to reach the pinnacle level of this industry.

and status, but you have to be famous, you have to perform well, you have to be absolutely stunning and unforgettable, you have to be able to impress everyone every time you appear in public... All of these are actually much more.

Less of it has to do with talent.

Maybe the other players had other passages, or maybe they had already arrived, but in short, the only footsteps in the entire corridor were hers and Mr. Ott's.

Ye Sewei had no objection to this, then she blinked, looked back and forth, and then whispered in front of Mr. Ott: "The Chant of Destiny."

Mr. Ott opened his eyes wide in shock.

No matter what magic buff you add to yourself before the game, it is actually in compliance with the rules of the game. Of course, Mr. Ultra will not stop Ye Sewei’s actions. He obviously knows the meaning of these pronunciations. As an Otu clan from the Modian continent

, of course, it was also the first time for him to see the legendary "Blessing from the Goddess", but the light spots that soaked into the skin dissipated too quickly, and they were gone before he could see clearly.

Alas, lost.

But before he could fully appreciate the loss, the voice sounded again.

"The Chant of Destiny."

Mr. Ott:......????

"The Chant of Destiny."

The magic light had just extinguished and then lit up again. The temple blessing that everyone envied and coveted was being used by the girl as if it was free of charge. In the end, her whole body was almost surrounded by illusory light spots.

Mr. Ott finally couldn't help it anymore: "That..."

"Do you want to ask me why I am working so hard?" The girl turned her face expressionlessly in the illusory light - after the laughter just now, she felt that she would not laugh again in a short time -

Her eyes were wandering and dreamy: "Hey, Mr. Ott, I am a person who likes to go all out in everything I do."

Mr. Ott:......

Do you want to go all out to become lucky???

Although there seems to be nothing wrong, I still feel like something is weird??

After swiping lucky super buffs more than twenty times in a row, the two finally walked to the player waiting area.

Ye Sewei was indeed the last one to arrive. The other thirty-five people who were already sitting casually in various places in the large room actually knew who the person who pushed the door was, but they still couldn't help but look at her.

Most of the people here have actually never met Ye Sewei. After all, she has never been to the third-level class. The few who have seen her have just met her on the road or passed by her in the library, so in fact

Everyone is full of curiosity about her.

In fact, she has accumulated quite a lot of labels and rumors about her without even realizing it.

For example, "that goddess", or "she punches hard", "more beautiful than Doris, the most beautiful lady in the Duke's Palace" and so on.

But now these thirty-five people are actually more concerned about another thing.

Just now, Vina and Tommy ran back with horrified faces, and inquired with everyone, repeatedly confirming the question "Is that goddess crazy?" After receiving answers of doubts and denials from everyone, they shouted in succession

Impossible. Then the two people looked at each other and moved themselves to the back row as much as possible, obviously not wanting to see Ye Sewei again.

In fact, the strength of Wei Na and Tommy is not weak, and they are also worthy of being among the top names in the third-level class. Otherwise, they would not be able to sign up for the trial without overestimating their abilities - after all, everyone who signed up feels that they are not good enough for those few.

There is competition for a spot.

But these two people actually showed their fear of the goddess at the same time.

This is very curious.

Mr. Ott opened the door, and Ye Sewei walked in holding her dog's tail bundle, and then walked directly to the lottery box in the center.

"Mr. Ott, is this it?" Her voice was light and undisguisedly impatient: "Let me pump you!"

Everyone looked at her in shock.

In fact, the lottery is completely open, but everyone is very conservative and does not plan to be the first. In this case, the hospital will usually directly force everyone to draw lots.

Because everyone has a small calculation in their heart. Besides the small calculation, there are also one or two hidden little tricks. For example, when you absolutely don’t want to meet someone, you can secretly use some magic tricks to at least prevent yourself from sharing with the other person.

A group. For another example, in the same group, when the previous few people do not draw the lucky draw, your chances will of course be much greater.

Mr. Ott has been in charge of this kind of work too much. Although he is a bit intimidated by the situation, he is extremely experienced. Therefore, he has already anticipated that no one would be willing to be the first. Just now, he has already rotated his fingers to arrange for everyone.

Now that the number is ready, it will be given out after Ye Sewei takes her seat. Unexpectedly, this girl who filled herself with lucky buffs all the way didn't seem to want to wait a second longer?

She stood in front of the lottery machine and was eager to try. She even put her hands on the handle of the lottery machine. However, her body language clearly showed joy and incomprehensible anxiety, and there was something strange in her eyes.

Looking forward to it, but his face is still expressionless.

——All of these combined together, together with the bunch of dogtail grass she held solemnly in her hand, looked indescribably weird.

At this moment, the voices of Wei Na and Tommy just appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.

[That goddess...is that goddess crazy?]

Everyone's denial suddenly wavered.

Hiss, are you really fucking crazy? If you are not crazy, can you come up and blow the heads of the second-level classmates? Can you just ignore so many people and solicit hatred as if you are eager to draw lots?

Ye Sewei was completely unaware of the other people's surprise. She watched the Ultra Rabbit smash with anticipation, and she just wanted to finish it as soon as possible.

After all, she... doesn't know the duration of this lucky buff.

And even if it takes a long time, the effect may be diminishing, so theoretically speaking, her luck value will be higher every second than the next second.

Time is life, time is luck.

Mr. Ott faced her overly expectant gaze, shook his finger, and changed the order of the lottery. A big number 1, like an exclamation mark, appeared on Ye Sewei's head. Then, the gray rabbit-eared

The husband cleared his throat: "Then let's invite contestant Ye Sewei to be the first contestant to draw lots."

In order to ensure fairness, this lottery machine is a mechanical hand shaker, with huge exposed gears on the outside. There are several layers of magic shields flowing on the gears to prevent all forms of magical prying.

The closed gear began to rotate slowly, Ye Sewei shook her wrist, shook it violently, and then let go of her hand at the moment when her intuition came to her.

A small white ball rolled out from the exit of the lottery machine.

Ye Sewei was about to reach out and take it when the machine suddenly made a strange sound, like a malfunction.

"The group lottery and the group number plate come out together." Mr. Ott explained: "The machine has been used for decades, and it is indeed a bit old..."

Before he could finish his words, four consecutive bangs came from the exit.
Chapter completed!