People in Yu-Gi-Oh! The hyper-converged audience is also integrated

Chapter 210 A Bold Speculation

A cold, hard reality was suddenly slapped in front of everyone.

The deck construction of the Earthwalkers participating in this preliminary selection is no secret. Many candidates present have done their research. The trap card configurations are nothing more than a few types: pitfall traps that target summoning, free time nullification traps that deal with effects, and the Earthwalker's own traps or board clear traps.

The last two cards that Earthwalker No. 11 set face down, [Trap Hole of Insects] and [Chain of Demons], are indeed common cards in standard decks, and there was no temporary deck change.

The robot's operation was flawless. [Hermit] pulled [Demon Blade] and played three cards. On turn 2, [Crossbow] was hit by [Whirlwind]. [Trap Hole] and [Demon Chain] were both targeting effect monsters. However, Tang Xin's [Giant Eater X] and [Phantom Dragon Spiral] were both normal monsters with no effects.

Aside from the phrase "blessed by Lady Luck," there was no other comment.

"We won!" Tang Xin's tense nerves finally relaxed completely, and the immense joy washed away all her unease and grievances.

She raised her hands high and practically jumped off the dueling arena, a radiant smile spreading across her face, all traces of her previous fiery demeanor gone.

Qi Mengsi's action of flipping over the card is undoubtedly the most powerful proof.

There was no behind-the-scenes manipulation or manipulation; those two face-down cards genuinely couldn't be activated because the conditions weren't met.

"Tsk, what a lucky break," someone muttered sourly in the waiting area.

Unlike the lively crowd that surrounded Li Guanqi after his match, no one wanted Tang Xin's build.

"The whirlwind just happened to hit the crossbowmen. If only it had been a different unit..."

"Who would have thought she'd pull out a Normal Monster deck?"

"And we just happened to run into this kind of card..."

The murmurs resumed, but the anger and doubt had dissipated, replaced by envy and amazement. They could find no other explanation than luck.

"See that! You all saw it!" Immi immediately seized the opportunity, hands on her hips, and triumphantly shouted at the group of people who had been shouting the loudest, "Who said we can't win? Who said that? Step forward! Answer me! Can we win or not? Look me in the eye, you little brat!"

"You don't believe it yourself, do you?" someone retorted, unconvinced. "You were the first to question it."

Immy stiffened her neck: "I was just nervous for her!"

"Yay~" Tang Xin ignored the strange looks from the crowd and ran straight towards Li Guanqi, raising her hand.

"Beautiful." Li Guanqi smiled slightly, raised his hand, and gave her a firm high five, making a crisp sound. "Clap!"

He would never say that someone wins by luck.

How many people dare to say that their victory has absolutely nothing to do with luck?

In all important duels, there is no distinction between a crushing defeat and a narrow loss, or a close victory and a complete triumph. The organizers will never give you an extra chance just because you lost gracefully, nor will they strip you of the championship trophy just because you won carelessly.

The winner takes everything, while the loser leaves in silence.

It's always been like this.

"Let's go! We have to celebrate!" Tang Xin was still excited, waving her little fist. "Hehe—it's my treat today!"

Immy glanced at her sideways, deliberately raising her voice in a sarcastic tone: "Some people, once they gain power, immediately forget their friends for the sake of beauty. I, the number one hero who served her wholeheartedly, waved the flag, and was the first to rush up and question the inside story, am actually ranked second? Ha, women."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Tang Xin hurriedly pinched Yi Mi's arm, lowering her voice, with three parts embarrassment and seven parts urgency, "I didn't do anything!"

She stole a glance at Li Guanqi and, seeing that he seemed unaffected, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She quickly grabbed Yimi with one hand and reached out to Li Guanqi with the other, pulling them both along without giving them a chance to refuse. "Let's go—let's go!"

"Alright, alright, I'll mooch a meal off you today," Li Guanqi said with a helpless smile.

You can tell this kid is genuinely happy, even though he only won the preliminary round.

"What a waste of all the comforting words I prepared," Immy said, still grumbling as she was dragged along. "I even typed out the drafts, one to comfort you, and another to comfort you, but who knows what myna bird would say... Sigh, you two actually passed."

She let out an exaggerated long sigh, which made Tang Xin both amused and annoyed, so she slapped her: "That's enough."

"Hahaha……"

"BBQ!"

"Congratulations! You passed the preliminary round!"

The three of them joked and played around, their laughter and off-key cheers carrying far and wide before gradually merging into the dispersing crowd.

Qi Mengsi stood still, her gaze following the three figures that were gradually disappearing into the distance.

A sudden sense of disharmony lingered in her heart, like a tiny but undeniable thorn.

Victoria appeared silently beside her.

A voice echoed in Qi Mengsi's mind, carrying a hint of languor.

[After checking, Earthwalker No. 11 found that the program, card deck, and hardware were all normal, with no signs of tampering.]

"Is there anything unusual?" Qi Mengsi responded in her sea of ​​consciousness, her voice devoid of emotion.

I said, aren't you overreacting a bit?

Victoria's voice was tinged with mockery. The preliminary selection was meant to be a process of natural selection, anything could happen. They'd already tested nearly a hundred candidates; surely one or two lucky ones would emerge with incredible luck, their decks perfectly countering the robot build? This perfectly matched the expected probability; otherwise, what was the point of the preliminary selection? Wasn't it precisely to find these 'chosen ones'?

If it's not Tang Xin, it could be Bai Xin, Li Xin, or Wang Xin. Since someone has to be lucky enough to appear anyway, why can't it be her?

Victoria paused, her smile deepening.

[To be honest... you're not feeling uneasy because she's getting so close to your 'fiancé,' and that's why you're being suspicious and sent me to check on the Earthwalker, are you?]

This isn't like you at all.

Although she often teases her 'fiancé,' it's really just a joke; she never thought the twins would actually fall in love.

There is an extremely rare phenomenon called innate leadership.

Those who possess innate leadership abilities will automatically transform something within themselves into leadership abilities as long as they live. If they continue to live for several decades, they can be promoted to a leader, except for the five upper races.

For example, Wang Shou possesses the innate leadership ability of the dragon race, but she is also deprived of her physical nutrition and mental energy, causing her to frequently feel hungry and sleepy.

Twin flowers also possess the innate leadership qualities of the plant race.

As for what she sacrificed, she herself was not sure, only that she felt she was not very sexually interested in men.

Victoria, on the contrary, was particularly interested in that aspect.

"I must have been overthinking it." Qi Mengsi withdrew her gaze, her face calm, and began to look around, fulfilling her invigilation duties and conducting a routine inspection of the examination room.

She didn't tell Victoria her bold conjecture, which was too outlandish for even her to believe.

During Tang Xin's duel just now, she exuded an extremely faint yet incredibly familiar aura.

An aura extremely similar to that of the King's Hand.

Just like what she once said to Li Guanqi when describing Wang Shou—

"It's not that we'll win if she comes on."

"She won, so she can go back on stage."

If you win, you can go back on the field.

A trajectory called "fate" has already been laid out invisibly.

However, the aura emanating from Tang Xin was much weaker and more immature than the almost tangible, despairing sense of destiny that Wang Shou exuded.

The most obvious evidence is that Tang Xin herself was completely unaware of this life force, and was completely immersed in the joy brought by the victory. Her happiness was definitely not an act. On the other hand, when faced with a victory that was already destined, Wang Shou only showed a deep-seated weariness and disappointment.

I hope it's just a coincidence.

Qi Mengsi silently pondered, temporarily suppressing her doubts.

After three rounds of drinking.

"cheers!"

In a steaming hot pot restaurant on the street, three heads huddled together, glasses clinking together and splashing a little orange-yellow beer foam.

Night had already fallen, and the store was bustling with people discussing the afternoon's auditions.

The red oil in the pot bubbled and steamed, and white mist mixed with the spiciness and aroma of meat filled the air, while a thin layer of condensation formed on the glass window.

"Hiss—so refreshing!" Tang Xin put down her cup, which was still half full. Her cheeks were flushed, and she grabbed her chopsticks to scoop tripe into the boiling pot. "Seven dips up and eight dips down, just right!"

Immy picked up a piece of sliced ​​beef with her chopsticks, swished it a few times, and put it in her mouth. She glanced at her indistinctly and said, "Miss Tang, are you having another drinking fit? Who was it that swore they would quit drinking a few days ago?"

Tang Xin paused in her action of picking up the tripe.

The experience with the black car gang that night truly frightened her. On one hand, she resented the late arrival of the Spirit Control Division's support, and on the other hand, she was angry at herself for drinking until she blacked out. She used to enjoy drinking, but she had restrained herself a lot after that.

"Today is different!" Tang Xin said confidently, stuffing tripe into her mouth and chewing it with a satisfying crunch. "I passed the audition! We have to celebrate! We have to drink!"

She poured herself another glass, her eyes sparkling with excitement that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Oh—" Immy drawled, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Tang Xin and Li Guanqi, "I think it's mainly because someone's here that they've become bolder and feel safer, right?"

"Eat yours! You can't shut up!" Tang Xin's face turned even redder after being exposed, whether from the spiciness or embarrassment, she didn't know. She reached out to snatch the fatty beef from Yi Mi's bowl, "You talk too much!"

Immy nimbly dodged: "Hey hey hey."

Li Guanqi quietly cooked a piece of fish tofu in the hot pot, listening to the two bickering, a faint smile on his lips.

He didn't drink much alcohol, only occasionally taking a small sip of his beverage. He liked to eat fish balls and fish tofu.

Occasionally, my gaze would drift past Tang Xin and Yi Mi's noisy figures, through the condensed glass window, to the dim streetlights and the occasional passersby outside the shop.

Across the street, two men in old trench coats were smoking together, seemingly chatting casually, but their eyes kept drifting, seemingly unintentionally, towards their table in the hot pot restaurant—a little too frequently.

(End of this chapter)