There is no guarantee for the lottery? So what?

It was the third day since arriving at Grandma's house.

Qi Jing was woken up early in the morning by his grandma for breakfast.

Why do people in the village wake up so early? ~

For a high school student who just finished the college entrance exam, waking up early was nothing.

But for a college student, it's torture!

Why is it so hard to sleep in!

After finishing breakfast, Qi Jing, wearing a windbreaker that moved even without wind, rode his mountain bike to a piece of wasteland behind the village.

He was practicing "Treading Snow to Find Plum Blossoms" on the uneven ground.

At first, Qi Jing recalled the feeling from yesterday and mobilized the source power in his lower body.

He took a step, stepping onto the slightly damp soil of the morning.

But he didn't control it well, and some mud stuck to the bottom of his shoes.

He took the second step slowly, lighter than before.

After that, Qi Jing started walking step by step, becoming more and more stable, and faster and faster.

A few minutes later, Qi Jing could walk on a blade of grass without letting the dewdrop below its tip fall.

But the source power in Qi Jing's lower body had already begun to decrease.

"Half a minute longer than yesterday."

Qi Jing estimated his consumption and came to two conclusions:

Using extracted abilities can also increase the total amount of source power.

Extracted abilities need to be trained to fit one's body.

Currently, this is the only ability, and subsequent conclusions need to be revised.

(Fly Swatting Mastery: What do you mean? Doesn't my existence count? (ง ' - ̀ '́ ) ง)

After that, Qi Jing stayed at his grandma's house for another three days, going to that piece of land every morning to train "Treading Snow Without a Trace."

Finally, he could truly achieve "treading snow without a trace," but he was a bit lacking in speed.

It's worth mentioning that Fly Swatting Mastery was still very useful; there were indeed quite a few flies in the village.

Qi Jing could quickly see where the flies were and kill them with one strike.

He received high praise from his grandma.

"Grandma, no need to see me off."

Qi Jing took some useful items, preparing to go home.

Grandma said, "It's okay, it's not a few steps."

It was less than two hundred meters from here to the place to catch a ride.

"Take these vegetables with you; they're all grown in our own garden, clean."

Grandma held a bag of vegetables.

"Okay, okay, I'll eat them when I get back."

Grandma gave him a few more instructions.

"The bus is here, hurry up and get on; come again in a couple of days."

"Okay, goodbye, Grandma!"

After the bus left, Grandma started chatting with the old woman next door again.

… …

Back home, opening the door to his room, he saw the Cultivation Proxy standing motionless on a chair.

When the Cultivation Proxy saw Qi Jing coming, it shouted, "Cultivation complete!" Then it stood there motionless again.

I've learned it all; my path to the King of Singers is about to begin!

Qi Jing picked it up, pulled out the air valve on his lower back, sucked its air into his mouth, and swallowed it for fear that the air would be blown out again.

In an instant, Qi Jing felt that his brain had gained a lot of knowledge about singing.

I feel incredibly strong now!

Qi Jing opened his mouth to say:

"Umeng Mountain cough cough, too high."

I'll sing later.

Looking at the Cultivation Proxy in his hand, he thought:

This thing is really useful; why not have a few more?

What should I have it learn next?

What musical instrument is the coolest?

I'll have it learn the guitar; playing the guitar while singing, with the windbreaker fluttering behind, would definitely be super cool.

Thinking of this, Qi Jing blew air into its air valve again in one breath.

"Work hard! Work hard!"

No, I don't even have a guitar to practice with.

"Practice 'Treading Snow Without a Trace' well."

Qi Jing had an idea; he could have it help him cultivate; it would definitely cultivate faster than him.

"I will work hard!"

It started running around the room, even leaving afterimages.

So, this is how others see 'Treading Snow Without a Trace'; so fast.

Qi Jing didn't expect it could really cultivate martial arts for him.

Thinking that he could achieve great success in martial arts without effort, Qi Jing opened a mobile game.

… …

At noon, Qi Jing's crystal was destroyed by the sound of Qi's mother calling for dinner.

Qi Jing did a carp jump, jumped off the bed, and threw the phone behind him.

"Garbage game, whoever wants to play it can play it!"

Qi Jing never blamed himself for being bad; he firmly believed that the game was no good, and the matching mechanism was even worse.

After eating, Qi Jing remembered his songwriting plan and found the notebook he had used to write songs a few days ago.

He worked on it all afternoon and successfully registered the music copyright.

"Buy a guitar and let the Cultivation Proxy practice hard!"

Qi Jing never thought about being lazy.

He opened his phone and chose a cool-looking guitar.

When the time comes, I'll sing downstairs at Zha Yinyin's house, attract her out, and when she finds out it's me, she'll definitely be overjoyed.

Then, give her a big hug, and then...

Qi Jing had already fallen into fantasy time.

After a while, Qi Jing stopped daydreaming.

It's been several days since I've drawn a lottery; I'm addicted to drawing; let's try it once.

"Lottery!"

A big egg appeared on the bed.

Pikachu Egg: An egg of a Pikachu about to hatch.

? ? ?

Can you even draw living things?

That's too outrageous.

Wait, an egg about to hatch? Is it going to hatch?

Thinking of this, a crack suddenly appeared in the egg on the bed, and then a Pikachu came out from inside.

"Pika Pika ~"

Pikachu looked at the person in front of him and affectionately zapped him.

Fortunately, Qi Jing was quick-witted and used "Treading Snow Without a Trace" to dodge it; otherwise, he would have been electrocuted into a black man.

"Pikachu, don't discharge electricity randomly!"

Qi Jing didn't know if it could understand, but Pikachu had already pounced on him.

"Pika Pi!"

Qi Jing felt that Pikachu didn't discharge electricity this time, so he hugged it.

Then, he rubbed his face against its little head.

Feeling the warmth from its owner, Pikachu also happily squinted its eyes.

"Pikachu, from today on, you are my partner!"

Qi Jing said in a decent manner.

"Pika!"

Pikachu also responded.

"Grumble ~"

Pikachu's stomach sent a signal of hunger.

Qi Jing quickly found the bite-sized bread with different flavors he had placed on his bedside, which he hadn't had time to eat yet.

"Here, Pikachu, this is for you."

Pikachu picked up the bread and took a bite, revealing a cute smile.

Then, he took another bite, smiling even sweeter.

Seeing Pikachu eating so vigorously, Qi Jing also felt a little hungry.

So,

"Lottery!"

"Lottery!"

"Lottery!"

… …

Air pump, soap, charging cable, U disk, toothpick......

It wasn't until the ninth draw that a "two and a half bags" of instant noodles came out.

After soaking the instant noodles, he took two bites.

"So fragrant!"

"Pika Pi ~"

Pikachu, who had finished the bread, saw its owner eating so deliciously and couldn't help but drool, burrowing into Qi Jing's arms and nudging him.

"You want to eat, right? Come, come, come."

Qi Jing fed it a small bite with chopsticks.

"Slurp ~"

"Pika Pika."

Qi Jing understood; it meant it was delicious.

"If it's delicious, eat more."

"Xiao Jing, who are you talking to?"

Qi's mother heard Qi Jing talking as soon as she got home.

"Mom, I drew a pet; look, it's him."

Qi Jing pointed to Pikachu, who was eating instant noodles.

"It's called Pikachu; it's so smart and can understand what we're saying."

"Pikachu, wave your hand."

Pikachu was holding a chopstick in each of its left and right hands, scooping instant noodles. After hearing Qi Jing's words, it waved its right paw, which was holding a chopstick.

"What a cute big mouse!"

Qi's mother hugged Pikachu, "So soft."

Pikachu, still staring at the unfinished instant noodles in Qi's mother's arms, its bright eyes craving the instant noodles, looking like it hadn't eaten enough.

"Mom, it's not full yet," Qi Jing said, seeing Pikachu's little eyes.

Qi's mother said unhappily, "You're giving my Pikachu instant noodles? I'll make something delicious for it later; you can eat those instant noodles yourself."

"No, uh, this..."

Family status reduced by one?