"You don't have to worry about these. After the preliminary round, I will ask my parents to provide materials and knowledge to Choupichuan, so that you won't think that I won unfairly."
Yu Zhouzhou put on a gloomy face and slowly sat down in the waiting area. Looking at the blue card in his hand that he had made with so much effort, he couldn't feel happy at all.
In fact, this Undead Sword Servant was a spiritual card created entirely by herself based on her own card-making skills and the materials provided by the school.
Even the ancient knowledge involved came from the Card Creators Association's shared knowledge base for potential card makers, and had nothing to do with her parents who often disappeared.
But it’s just the preliminary round.
In such a world, she could not possibly ever do without the natural advantages of her parents.
But if that happens, will we drift further and further away from Choupichuan
Yu Zhouzhou pulled at her ponytails in annoyance and began to rehearse in her mind how to please her parents. She was determined to convince them to accept Zhou Chuan as their disciple and provide some help no matter what.
If you are asked... just say he is your friend!
Well, friend.
On the other side, Zhou Chuan had already come in front of the examiner while she was brainstorming. After turning his palm, a purple light burst out.
Then came the frantic notification sound of the detection instrument: "Ding, card quality: purple, bond value: 100%, unique, can be confirmed as an original self-made card, automatically enter the next round!"
"Purple card?!"
There was no gasp as is common in novels, and the scene fell into silence.
Rather than shock, the word unbelievable would undoubtedly be a more appropriate way to describe the emotions of the people present.
The land of Kyushu under their feet is a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. Although it is rare to see a genius who can make a purple card in his teens, it does exist. It's just that most of those geniuses come from the so-called "aristocratic families" in famous mountains and big cities.
With their monopoly on ancient knowledge and precious materials, their starting line is the finish line for many civilian card makers.
Theoretically, as long as they have enough energy, they can make various high-quality cards at any time without worrying about the loss of materials and mental exhaustion caused by failed card making.
But even with such an advantage, there are only a few people in the aristocratic families who can make purple cards at the age of 18.
After all, everyone is equal in terms of mental strength, and there is no shortcut to spiritual cultivation. The silver level is already the peak that a teenager can reach.
From this we can see how "sensational" it is for a high school student from an ordinary family to make a purple card.
"Zhou Chuan... go to the waiting area."
After a split second of thinking, the examiner said something sternly, then turned to the operator next to him and said, "Xiao Hou, take your classmates to the next round of testing first. I'll be back soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cold-faced examiner hurriedly walked towards the stairs. The young man called "Xiao Hou" nodded slightly, with a trace of surprise still on his dark face: "Students, follow me."
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 on the high platform giving orders countless times, so they are no strangers to this place.
"Let's go in order..." Xiao Hou flipped through the list compiled by the cold-faced examiner and read out loud: "Chen Chui!"
"arrive."
Chen Chui responded weakly, slowly stepped onto the platform in front of the hall, and then sent out the spirit card to fight against the test cards.
Sitting on the steps nearby, Zhou Chuan watched this scene with great interest.
It has been half a month since he traveled through time, but he has never had a serious card battle.
The only experience he had was watching Black Wuchang killing people from afar, without any command at all.
It feels really good, but it makes him look like a thigh pendant of a Chinese god.
If you were more confident, you could just skip the word "very similar".
There is no experience at all.
"Stinky Chuan, did you really make a purple quality card?"
At this time, a low questioning voice sounded beside him. Zhou Chuan knew who the owner of the voice was without turning around: "Well, I'm lucky."
"Stop talking about luck." Yu Zhouzhou crossed her arms and looked at Zhou Chuan's angular and resolute profile with a scrutinizing look: "We have known each other for many years. Do you really think I can't see your recent changes?"
"Huh?" Zhou Chuan turned his head subconsciously and met those big, bright eyes. He was quite surprised.
He thought that this silly little girl, whose IQ was proportional to her grade, was only good at being tsundere, but he didn't expect that she actually had some ability to observe people's details.
I couldn't help but feel the same joy as an old father.
But the next moment, he saw the other party put on a thinking look like a death god elementary school student, and the black-framed glasses that appeared from nowhere also reflected a strange light, and the upturned corners of his mouth were full of certainty:
"Don't hide it anymore, you must have awakened the god-level card-making system, right?!"
"Ah?" Zhou Chuan looked at Yu Zhouzhou in a daze, not knowing what the other party was singing.
"Stop pretending. You suddenly became a different person a month before the college entrance examination. This is clearly a routine in the novel!" Yu Zhouzhou raised his chin and said confidently: "There is no doubt that you are the protagonist of the novel!"
Hearing this, Zhou Chuan felt a little flustered for no reason, and explained dryly: "Don't be ridiculous, have you ever seen a protagonist driving a motorcycle to and from school? And I don't have a willful sister."
“Hehe.” Yu Zhouzhou showed her dimples, with an expression that said, “No matter how much nonsense you tell me, I won’t believe it.” She also revealed a hint of envy and hidden worry: “Hey, Chuan, you can’t use the system to peek at my impression of you. Promise me!”
"Okay, okay." Zhou Chuan stretched out three fingers and shook them like he was coaxing a child, with a helpless look on his face.
"Hey, you finally admitted that there is a system!" Yu Zhouzhou said in a tone that was exactly what I expected.
"well."
Zhou Chuan sighed a little tiredly, looking at Xiao Yan who was commanding a fire ghost to fight the examiner from afar, and couldn't help but wonder, why is it not my turn for this assessment yet
He thought about it like this for a while, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, so he smashed his head down, causing the chattering middle school girl to hold her head and wail.
"So he's a heroine-killer type, damn it." Yu Zhouzhou said with tears in her eyes.
"… "
Zhou Chuan lowered his head in silence, and after pondering for a long time, he didn't know what to say.
Just as the test on the platform was over, a beam of light suddenly came in. He looked subconsciously and saw the cold-faced examiner following a white-bearded old man closely, walking quickly towards him.