The exorcism girl of campus rebirth

Chapter 203 Lottery (Part [-])
Ji Yingzhen raised his eyebrows, but he didn't underestimate Feng Qingyun. Although he is proficient in history in the eyes of everyone, how can history books be read in a matter of days?
From ancient times to the present, the 5000-year history of China is innumerable, ranging from every dynasty to small people and trivial matters.

And this competition has no scope, that is to say, as long as you say it and it is recorded in history, then it can be counted as an example.

Since Feng Qingyun and He Qiman did not accept his humility, he naturally would not force it.

Ji Yingying stepped forward, turned sideways, and randomly selected one of the last three draws.

Feng Qingyun and He Qiman also stepped forward to draw lots.

When the three of them were still drawing lots, several other contestants expressed their feelings one after another.

"Ah, how did I get such a bad lottery, the second to last one! It's over!"

"Hey! I'm third!" This is the sound of a lucky person.

There are all kinds of sounds.

Feng Qingyun flipped aside her note, and the numbers that caught her eyes were scrawled with a red pen, but it was not difficult to see the numbers.

13.

There were only 15 students who entered the second round of the competition this time, and the 13 that Feng Qingyun drew was undoubtedly the third from the bottom.

If the group of people had drawn this number just now, they would have called it out long ago, but Feng Qingyun was flat.

Ji Yingyan glanced at the note spread out in his hand, and glanced at Feng Qingyun's.

After thinking about it, he still wanted to go up and ask Feng Qingyun, "Fang Yin, how much did you get?"

Feng Qingyun glanced at him, "13."

"I got 2." Ji Yingting touched it, as if a little embarrassed.

If she hadn't drawn first, Feng Qingyun probably wouldn't have drawn 13, such a late number.

In fact, in this competition, apart from strength, the other half depends on luck.

"Xiaofeng, I got 15." He Qiman pursed his lips, stood beside Feng Qingyun, and said with a half smile, "I'm the last one, what a bad luck!"

After saying this, the referee came over and took back the slips in everyone's hands, and asked everyone to arrange them in order.

When everyone watched Ji Yingying stand at No. 2, they couldn't help complaining.

"Hey, look at Ji Yingying, this time I'm guaranteed to win the first place, the god of learning is the god of learning, isn't that right? There's nothing to say about luck!"

"Isn't it? If you can have half the ability of others, you can post it!"

……

In order, the game begins!
The first person who died was Wang Guobiao. To be honest, Wang Guobiao was lucky, otherwise he would not be in the present. He told a total of nine historical stories. 5 minutes, so void.

He also had no choice but to end in despair.

The second person is Ji Yingzheng.Among the people present, there were many girls who were watching him secretly, because in their hearts, Ji Yingying was so perfect, he was simply the love object in their hearts!

So as soon as Ji Yingying came out, everyone shouted.

"Ji Yingying, I love you! Come on, I will definitely support you!"

……

Similar to this.

Both Feng Qingyun and He Qiman were at the end, but they were not in a hurry, and instead looked at Ji Yingying.

As soon as Ji Yingying opened his mouth, he spoke smoothly and freely. He typed more than 30 examples in a row before he stopped. Everyone present looked at him with admiration and admiration.

The telling of historical stories must be told continuously without pauses in between. For example, after the first story is told, the next story must be told within five seconds.

Ji Yingyi has exemplified almost all the stories, what else can I tell?
The people in the back row began to look pale gradually.

Mu Xue was the ninth one. She swallowed her saliva and felt that she lost all strength.

(End of this chapter)