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Chapter 69 Did the anchor fail today?
Lu Qingfei raised his eyelids slightly and met Shang Yue's gaze on the screen.

"Like you said, luck and affection are not equal."

After a brief pause, she smiled brightly: "The exchange is not equal, and there is a price to pay."

[The host’s smile… seems to be asking me how much I am willing to pay for her. My answer is: all in! All! ]

[Top Scholar, you are a little greedy! You have luck and still want love! ]

[The anchor not only sells tangible goods, but also intangible items? ]

She didn't refuse directly, which means there is room for negotiation.

Shang Yue remained calm and asked humbly: "What price do you mean?"

Lu Qingfei: "It depends on what you want."

Her gaze is still substantial, and even though it is separated by the Internet, it can touch people's hearts.

...what do you want?

Shang Yue fell into a brief silence.

He lowered his head in thought, and when he raised his head again soon, his brows were gloomy and filled with an indelible gloom.

[Lady Shang: Host, please listen to my panic. 】

[Unlucky guy (×), Chosen one (×), Gloomy academic master ()]

[Wait...Shang Yue wants to exchange his luck for marriage???]

[Their conversation was really winding, ninety-nine and eighty-one twists and turns! I still don’t understand what kind of feelings he wants to exchange.]

Shang Yue looked at Lu Qingfei and asked carefully: "Can you really change it? What is the probability of success?"

Lu Qingfei imitated Liu Guanyun's pretentious attitude and said seriously: "If you believe, you can do it. If you don't believe, you can't do it."

Believers may change.

Unbelievers, no chance.

[People, sometimes you really have to trust the anchor! ]

[I'm talking to you about cultivating immortality, what are you talking to me about? Probability theory and mathematical statistics?]

[The chosen one stepped down from his throne before he even had time to warm up. Could this be the legendary wild boar that can't eat fine bran? (No harm done, this is the only metaphor I can think of with my language level)]

Seeing Lu Qingfei's calmness, Shang Yue immediately said, "I believe it!"

Lu Qingfei: "If you change the lucky charm, you will be as unlucky as before. Is that okay?"

Shang Yue sighed: "I've lived like this for more than 20 years, I'm used to it."

He smiled again: "When God closes a door, he always opens another window. I think it's good to share my bad luck online and make people laugh in their boring lives."

[Shocked! He actually allowed himself to become a laughing stock! ]

[It’s a pity that after knowing your status as the top scholar, I can no longer laugh…]

[So what if I'm the top scholar? I only came to the live broadcast room for Sister Xian! ]

Netizens felt a sense of unreality as if they were drawing their swords and looking around with a confused heart.

So what to change?
Who can tell me!
The two talked for a long time in the live broadcast room, without mentioning anything to exchange, but the topic has already exploded.

#The unlucky guy becomes the chosen one#
#XianXian Anchor Oh My God#
#Encrypted conversation, who can compete with me#
Netizens said that Morse code is easier to understand than the conversation between the Xiuxian anchor and the unlucky guy.

They were clearly speaking Mandarin and I could understand every word, but I didn’t understand!
Even harder than reading comprehension!

The mysterious transaction and the lucky charm once again put the immortal cultivation anchor on the hot list.

Top 1 metaphysics anchor!

[Ding! Mysterious trance +1! ]

[Boom! Mysterious trance +1! ]

[Ah! Mysterious trance +1! ]

[Ding! …+Nothing moving. Congratulations, host. You brought the little whale back to life!]

The Xiuxian anchor runs around various lists, as if he wants to win every award.

The staff looked numb. This world is definitely not normal.

It’s definitely not a problem with their professional level, but a big problem with the anchors and netizens!
The sun was hanging in the sky, and its fine rays of light were sprinkled on the wet ground. They were refracted by the mirror-like surfaces of the puddles with residual rain, and were as bright as crystal clear pearls.

Next to the Collection Pavilion, the new daylight filtered through the cracks in the window, casting mottled shadows at Lu Qingfei's feet.

The live broadcast has not yet ended.

Facing the crazy pop-up messages, Lu Qingfei turned a blind eye and asked Shang Yue directly:

"What do you want to change?"

[Anchor, you are awesome! You finally asked the question! ]

【From this sentence, I understand: No matter what you want to change, I can do it! 】

Shang Yue's eyes flickered, as if he found it difficult to speak. Lu Qingfei twisted the book with his fingertips, flattened the curled page footer, and waited patiently for him to speak.

After the second hand of the clock turned a circle, Shang Yue spoke: "There is a person who is sick and needs surgery, but the success rate of the surgery is extremely low. I want to use all my luck in my life to make the surgery successful."

Hearing this, Lu Qingfei's eyebrows twitched slightly and he became interested.

She rolled her eyes and asked him, "What is an extremely low success rate?"

Shang Yue sighed, his face full of worry: "Less than 30%."

[If it's less than 30%, doesn't that mean it's hopeless? ]

[But the host has already agreed. What's said is like spilled water. There's no going back! ]

[Did the anchor fail today? ]

The anchor’s credibility was in jeopardy and was about to be destroyed.

Netizens are worried.

Lu Qingfei, however, did not feel any sense of crisis. She hesitated for a moment and said to Shang Yue seriously, "The lucky charm can change your luck, but it does not bring all good things. It alone cannot increase the success rate of the operation."

What's more, any surgery involves risks.

A lucky charm cannot guarantee that the surgery will be successful.

Shang Yue suppressed his inner fear and asked, "Is there any other way?"

Lu Qingfei was the only opportunity he could see and grasp.

Never let it go.

Lu Qingfei said: "Specific analysis depends on the specific situation."

"My sister."

Shang Yue hesitated for a few seconds and then continued, "She had been married for five years and had two girls, but her brother-in-law's family insisted on having a boy, so she got pregnant again during her confinement period."

"Because of giving birth too frequently, my body couldn't bear the strain. I've been hospitalized for half a month and haven't recovered yet. In a few days, my third baby will be born."

"I asked a doctor friend, and he said that this condition is extremely dangerous regardless of whether it is a caesarean section or a natural birth."

[What era is this? They still favor boys over girls. Does their family have a throne to inherit?! ]

[How pitiful! Why do they treat girls as emotionless reproductive machines? This is so disgusting! Ahhhhh!!!]

[Even Paramecium wouldn’t dare to ask for such a life! ]

[Sorry, host, I need to go vomit because treating people like baby-making machines is really disgusting! ]

[I feel relieved when someone vomits together, ug——! ]

Netizens immediately turned the situation upside down, and the originally harmonious comments became full of hostility.

After Shang Yue said this, he felt a lot better. He looked at Lu Qingfei with a pair of expectant eyes.

"Anchor, I know it's a rash request, but I only have one sister."

Shang Yue's hands were shaking, his eyes were slightly red, and he no longer cared about losing his composure.

"If you can find a way to make this surgery a success, I'll give it everything!"

A deafening prayer.

(End of this chapter)