Except for Huangfu Qingjue, almost everyone thought that Ling Chuxi's failure in the first round of the competition was a foregone conclusion, and the look they looked at her was somewhat sympathetic. After all, in the previous overt and covert battles with Zhihan, she had fought repeatedly.
I won without losing, but today I lost the first game in front of thousands of people. I must feel uncomfortable.
No one noticed that in the crowd, the bleak and slightly old figure was still looking at Ling Chuxi from a distance, and his eyes were still full of trust.
No one knows who the final winner is until the last minute. She can always bring unexpected surprises, right?
Ling Yichen's trust in Ling Chuxi has never changed! He firmly believes that Chu Xi will definitely win this time, and will definitely attract world attention and shine! Because she is Ling Chuxi! The unique Ling Chuxi in his heart!
"Why, there is still the last spiritual grass. You can't think of it. Do you want me to remind you?" Seeing Ling Chuxi's delayed writing, Zhihan took advantage of the victory to pursue it and said sarcastically.
Having suffered so many losses at Ling Chuxi's hands, Zhihan finally felt proud and happy for once. Zhihan felt refreshed all over, which was even better than drinking ice water in the summer.
However, she didn't know that she felt comfortable too early at this time.
There is a saying that extreme happiness leads to sorrow, but she has not yet understood the essence of this sentence.
"No need." Ling Chuxi shook her head lightly, her eyebrows still filled with eye-catching confidence. Seeing this, Zhihan felt extremely unhappy.
"Time is running out. If you don't write again, it will be too late." So Zhihan seized the opportunity to sarcastically look at the long incense that had burned to the end with only a trace of spark left, and said with a sneer.
"Yeah, even if you write now, it's too late." A bright smile suddenly bloomed on Ling Chuxi's face.
Seeing the familiar smile on Ling Chuxi's face, Zhihan suddenly had a bad feeling. This feeling was too familiar. Every time she was unlucky under Ling Chuxi, she seemed to see such a smile.
.
Is there something wrong? It's impossible. I have clearly written out a hundred spiritual herbs and there is absolutely no way I can make a mistake. But if I am right, then where does this bad premonition come from?
Just when Zhihan was secretly suspicious, Ling Chuxi's pen wandered around the dragon, and the names of two spiritual herbs appeared in the pen again.
The moment she put away her pen, the last spark of Changxiang flickered a few times and disappeared with the wind. At this time, even if Zhihan wanted to do something, it was impossible. No one knew that Ling Chuxi was
Waiting for this time!
"One hundred and one, what's going on?" Someone immediately exclaimed below. Ling Chuxi actually wrote the one hundred and one spiritual grass!
"Didn't we say one hundred flavors of spiritual herbs? How come it became one hundred and one?" People looked at Ling Chuxi's beautiful handwriting in shock.
Looking at the last spiritual grass written by Ling Chuxi, everyone was confused, and the entire competition venue was silent.
Ignorant Gu was also slightly startled. After he saw clearly the last kind of spiritual grass written by Ling Chuxi, he showed a sudden look, patted his head, and smiled self-deprecatingly. Then his eyes when looking at Ling Chuxi changed.
There are surprises and joys.
"Ling Chuxi, you can't identify the last spiritual grass, are you relying on guessing?" Zhihan was also stunned for a moment, and then said contemptuously.