fifth form

Chapter 2012 The performance was ruined
"I wonder if you, Xuezhou, have ever heard of the treasure?"

Zuo Quan initially called them Professor Zhang and Commissioner Zhang, then changed to calling them Zhang Xuezhou directly, and now to the intimate name. He obviously feels that they are getting closer and closer to each other.

After putting forward his request, Zhang Xuezhou did not express any objection, which made Zuo Quan very satisfied.

He began to take out some of his little treasures.

A ring that was flashing with faint purple light was taken out from a jewelry box by Zuo Quan. Zuo Quan held up the ring and looked at Zhang Xuezhou.

"Baby... I've heard people call their lovers "baby" and their children "little darlings"!"

Zhang Xuezhou hesitated for a moment before replying to Zuo Quan.

“That treasure counts as such, but what we are talking about is another kind of treasure, a treasure that can truly bring benefits,” Zuo Quan said.

"I would like to hear the details," said Zhang Xuezhou.

“It’s hard to believe what I say, so why don’t we try to determine the winner in a sequencing competition,” Zuo Quan suggested.

“It’s not difficult for me to judge the outcome of the sequencing competition,” Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and said, “As long as I observe one game, I can roughly judge the winner and loser, and I can also make a profit from the real-time betting!”

"What if we don't watch and just guess blindly?" Zuo Quan said with a smile.

"Guess without looking at the players?"

"Correct!"

Zuo Quan nodded, indicating that the bets could be placed randomly.

Of course, this is no different from buying lottery tickets. When you are lucky, you can do any small thing.

"I can check the data from the sequencing arena here. Do you want to try a blind guess?" Zuo Quan said.

"Our baby can make your wishes come true. You can make a blind guess and then use our baby to make another blind guess for comparison," Zuo Luo agreed.

"We have eight military officers in the Zuo family running the sequencing competition. There are four competitions in the morning, four in the afternoon, and four in the evening. Let's have a guess!"

Zuo Quan waved his hand, and an old man with wrinkled skin and white hair in his villa quickly brought a visual device and quickly switched to the background program that controlled the betting in the arena.

"Come and play some guessing," Zuo Quan invited.

"Then guess the four in a row and the left side will win," Zhang Xuezhou said as he came over.

The tricks played by Zuo Quan and others are not uncommon. When one is lucky, one can indeed do such probabilistic things. Good luck will increase one's probability of winning.

However, there is a problem with luck and physiognomy: they can only predict a person's fortune and not his own fortune. It is difficult to produce such an effect on oneself, and one can only passively bear the auxiliary effect brought by luck.

As for the clash between peers, not to mention good luck, it is already good enough if there is no negative impact from the mutual promotion and restraint.

This has been Zhang Xuezhou's experience over the years, and he has also had many conflicts with the new emperor that have led to embarrassment.

This kind of fate is extremely difficult to control. Zhang Xuezhou is also half a colleague in the same field. He was a little skeptical whether Zuo Quan's method could work on him.

"The results of these four games are Left win, Left lose, Left lose, Left lose. Come on, guess the next one!"

The success rate of blind guessing is entirely a matter of luck. Zhang Xuezhou only had a 25% success rate after blind guessing.

Zuo Quan gave the ring away and motioned Zhang Xuezhou to put on the ring and guess again.

"Can this treasure make people guess and bet on it?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.

"You try it," Zuo Quan said with pursed lips.

"Yes, let's rely on facts," Zuo Luo nodded in agreement.

"Then I guess the left side will win," said Zhang Xuezhou.

"Ok, deal!"

Zuo Quan nodded.

He muttered something in a low voice, and the ring began to emit a purple halo. The halo enveloped Zhang Xuezhou and flashed away, which made Zuo Quan extremely satisfied.

It takes a lot of energy and time for Zuo Quan to refine a treasure, but as long as the effort is worthwhile, he is willing to do it.

Even if it is just a performance, as long as the performance is successful, all the efforts will bring rewards.

This was the method he used to play with Zuo Teng, and it was now replicated and used to induce Zhang Xuezhou.

The magic is hard to see, the luck is not obvious, if you want outsiders to believe in this ability you have to demonstrate it in various ways.

Once the fish is hooked, these people will fall into it and cannot extricate themselves. The imbalance guided by luck will also make these people ups and downs, and finally it will stick to them firmly like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Zuo Quan smiled and waited for the results.

"Left loses, left wins, left loses, left loses!"

When the results on the visual instrument came out, Zuo Quan's face changed, and Zuo Luo also looked surprised.

"Something's wrong," Zuo Luo muttered.

"This should be the fourth consecutive victory for Zuo Fang." Zuo Quan frowned and said, "This is not a big deal. Baby can fully realize this guess of the probability of winning!"

"You two, is there something wrong with this treasure you are talking about?"

"Wait, let me think about what went wrong!"

Zuo Quan did not answer Zhang Xuezhou directly. He stared at the ring on Zhang Xuezhou's finger.

It's a blind guess without any heavy bet, which is almost equivalent to fulfilling one's wish of talking nonsense, and the matter is so small that it can't be any smaller.

Zhang Xuezhou had already cooperated to the point where he could no longer cooperate, but his ability suddenly became ineffective.

This is no longer a matter of losing face, but rather a matter of Zuo Quan's inability to mobilize his abilities.

Zuo Quan suddenly remembered that he had marked Zhang Xuezhou before, and then asked Zuo Teng to deliver gifts to him. That was also the benefit of two gifts of luck, but Zhang Xuezhou squandered it so quickly that even Zuo Quan didn't react.

Now that he has come to his senses, Zuo Quan feels that there may be something strange about Zhang Xuezhou that caused his abilities to fail.

But he kept staring at Zhang Xuezhou and didn't see any movement from the other party, which made Zuo Quan puzzled.

"Is there something wrong with this treasure?"

While Zuo Quan was thinking about the reason, Zuo Luo proposed a possibility.

"Also a possibility!"

If the matter was not attributed to Zhang Xuezhou but to himself, Zuo Quan felt that it was possible.

"This treasure may not be suitable for your physique, let's change it!"

Zuo Quan thought for a few seconds before taking out a gold pendant with great embarrassment.

"Just hold it in your hand," Zuo Quan said, "These are all treasures made of lucky gems. It is possible that some lucky gems are lazy and fail to play their role!"

“Yes, guess again when the competition starts,” Zuo Luo nodded.

"Lucky gem? Is this a treasure that brings luck? Can it make me lucky no matter what I do?"

Zhang Xuezhou squeezed the ring, then handed it back to Zuo Quan, and then took the gold pendant that Zuo Quan took.

The difference between Zhang Xuezhou and Zuo Quan is that they both have the same level of athletic skills, but their abilities are not in the same field.

It's like being in the same realm of True Spirit, but some cultivators can resist, fight and fly, while some cultivators have difficulty releasing even rudimentary spells, let alone fighting in battle.

Zhang Xuezhou has the realm but lacks the ability in terms of martial arts, while Zuo Quan has both the realm and the ability. The abilities displayed by the two men differ in size.

But no matter how lacking Zhang Xuezhou's ability in movement skills is, his body's passive resistance still exists.

It’s not that Zuo Quan’s treasure is not good, but that Zuo Quan did not put in enough effort, resulting in the impact of the spell being successfully resisted by his body, thus not producing any good luck effect.