I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 622 Explosive Assessment
Zhou Yi glanced at the scholar after hearing this, with a strange look in his eyes: "Fair? Why should it be fair? When selecting inner court disciples, the academy never wants fairness. It always selects people with great luck. And those who can pass the academy's assessment are all people with great luck."

These words left the young man of power speechless, and he had nothing to say for a moment.

Seeing that all the disciples in the room fell silent, Zhou Yi finally spoke: "Now I will announce the selection system. I have a box here with 600 sticks in it. Only 36 of them have serial numbers. Those who can draw the serial number will pass the assessment."

"If you are a disciple who has already obtained the qualification to join the inner courtyard in advance and did not draw the serial number in the box, you can be exempted." Zhou Yi said.

"Sir, may I ask, if we are disciples who have obtained the internal appointment, how should the serial numbers we draw be calculated?" Tu Shanqing asked.

"It doesn't matter what!" Zhou Yi said slowly.

"Then can we sell the serial numbers we drew?" Tu Shanqing asked again.

Zhou Yi looked Tu Shanqing up and down after hearing this, and then said, "Of course!"

Zhang Chen, who was standing by, was stunned when he saw the big box in front of Zhou Yi. He thought that the so-called selection quota required strict tests, but who knew it was so simple and crude that it was directly determined by drawing lots. Whoever drew the lot would get it.

But he had to admit that although this method was simple and crude, it was indeed effective. Whoever could get the serial number was naturally a person with great luck.

Being able to draw thirty-six serial numbers from six hundred lots means your luck is incredible.

"Come on, draw lots! The time to decide your fate has begun. But don't worry, you can be selected into the first class and be the first to get the qualification to draw lots. Your luck is better than the others." The teacher held the box and walked towards the disciples: "The reason why the academy adopts the method of drawing lots is to avoid those with great luck from being missed. But if there are really those with great luck who have not obtained a place among you, you will definitely pass this assessment and will never be missed." Zhou Yi stopped the box in front of the table of the scholar in the first row, and saw that the scholar stretched out his hand and fumbled in the box for a while. The next moment, he took out a stick, and then he took the stick in his hand and looked at it. The next moment, his face changed: "I didn't get a serial number? Could it be that I am a person with great luck?"

The scholar's eyes were full of disbelief.

Zhou Yi was not afraid of offending people. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "What kind of person are you? Your family has great luck, so you have the opportunity to join Chongzheng Academy and get the qualification of the inner courtyard. Don't you know how much you are worth?"

Hearing Zhou Yi's ridicule, the scholar smiled awkwardly, rolled his eyes, and stuffed the blank stick back into the box: "Since you said that the lucky ones will definitely win the serial number, how about making it a little more difficult?"

Seeing the scholar putting the blank sticks back into the box, the others' faces turned green. One more stick means more difficulty and one less chance.

"This behavior is simply inhumane!" Tu Shanqing cursed in a low voice.

Zhou Yi glanced at the scholar and said unhappily, "You are just being clever."

But it did not stop the scholar's actions.

According to common sense, there are advantages to being the first to draw, and there are advantages to being the last to draw. But when the scholar was not a good person and directly put the lot that did not win back, the last to draw would lose all the advantages. Not only would there be no advantage, but it would increase countless difficulties.

The teacher carried the box and continued walking past the scholars one by one. He saw that the scholars in the main seats all held sticks in their hands. After taking a look, they threw the sticks back into the box and cursed.

Then the Master walked past the scholars with an expressionless face and came to the young prince Zhang Xiaohua. Zhang Xiaohua reached into the box and casually took out a stick. After taking a look at it, he smiled happily: "Not bad! Not bad! It seems that the young prince's luck is still good."

Then I saw the word "eighteen" written on the sign.

Zhou Yi nodded and complimented him, "Young Prince, you are naturally blessed with great fortune. If you don't win the lottery, you are not a person of great fortune. There is no such thing as a person of great fortune in this world."

Zhang Xiaohua looked at the stick in her hand, glanced at it casually, and threw it to a scholar next to her: "I give it to you as a reward."

After Zhang Xiaohua entered the academy, the scholar had been following Zhang Xiaohua and became Zhang Xiaohua's favorite. When he saw the stick thrown over, he was overjoyed and hurriedly caught it. He pushed the table away, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhang Xiaohua: "Thank you, little prince, for the reward."

Zhang Xiaohua said nonchalantly, "Get up, stop being polite."

The scholar was like a lackey, without any arrogance of a rich and powerful family's son. He came forward and said flatteringly, "Young prince, let me give you a leg massage."

The gentleman was not surprised to see this scene. How many kings of different surnames were there in the Dasheng Dynasty? As a prince, Zhang Xiaohua was worthy of the flattery of those great nobles.

The gentleman continued to carry the box through the crowd, and soon came to the group of people from the Shen family. Several people from the Shen family looked at the box, and no one took the first move. Shen Qiu had an internal quota, so he calmed himself down and said, "I'll go first." Then he walked forward and put his hand into the box, then took out the stick, looked at it with helplessness, and threw the stick back.

Shen Ling looked nervous, and reached into the box, searching for it. The next moment, she pulled out a stick, only to find that it was also blank. "It's difficult!" Tu Shanqing muttered beside him.

"The Shen family is in great trouble. No one will be left unscathed when the nest is overturned. They rely on the Shen family for survival. It would be strange if their luck is good." Zhang Chen whispered in Tushan Qing's ear.

Tu Shanqing nodded when he heard this, and said in deep agreement: "Not bad, not bad! This makes sense! The luck of the Shen family members has been ruined, and they are all haunted by death energy. How can they have great luck?"

Just as the two were whispering, Shen Ling threw the stick back with an ugly look on her face. Jiang Nan, who was standing by, reached out and fumbled around in the box. The next moment, he pulled out a stick, which was still a blank one.

Jiang Nan's face turned pale and he fell into the chair, then he threw the stick back stiffly.

Zhang Gaoqiu, who was standing aside, had a nervous and pale face. He stretched out his hand to reach into the box, and saw that his arms were trembling and he kept rummaging around in the box.

"I overestimated these children of big families. Without the halo of blood, the rest are just so-so, even worse than those gangsters!" Zhang Chen couldn't help but sigh subconsciously when he saw Zhang Gaoqiu trembling like a sieve.

The voice was a little loud, he raised the volume on purpose, and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Shen Ling glared at Zhang Chen: "Savage, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth off!"

Zhang Chen smiled and chose to remain silent.

When the gentleman saw Zhang Gaoqiu flipping through the books, he asked impatiently, "Have you made your choice?"

Faced with the teacher's urging, Zhang Gaoqiu could only hastily draw a stick. After taking a look, he felt dizzy and his legs went weak. The next moment, he fell to the ground and said, "Impossible! I am a genius, how can my luck be worse than others?"

"You untouchable! It's all your fault! You're the one who cursed me!" Shen Ling now placed all her anger on Zhang Chen and glared at him.

Tu Shanqing, who was standing by, was filled with indignation and defended Zhang Chen: "What nonsense! He himself is not as lucky as others, how can he blame others?"

"What are you arguing about! Shut up, all of you." Zhou Yi frowned and started scolding.

Shen Ling, who was standing by, quickly helped Zhang Gaoqiu up and comforted him, "It doesn't matter if we didn't win. We can go buy the lots that others have won. There is always a way."

After hearing Shen Ling's words, Zhang Gaoqiu's face regained some color, then he slowly stood up and sat down. He sat there for a while, as if he had lost his energy.

He has lost his bloodline, and the only way to reverse his decline is to obtain mysterious power in Chongzheng Academy so as to avoid being eliminated by the family.

Zhou Yi was seen walking past the crowd with a box in his arms. From time to time, there were sighs from the crowd. Except for the little prince, no one else in Class A drew the lottery.

Soon the box came in front of Zhang Chen and Tu Shanqing. Zhang Chen looked at Tu Shanqing and asked, "You go first or me?"

"I wonder if I could ask Brother Zhang to draw a lot for me?" Tu Shanqing looked at Zhang Chen with a smile on his face, and said pitifully: "Brother Zhang, you are a man of great luck. All my hopes are pinned on you. I want to follow you, please give me a chance."

"Do you believe that I can win?" Zhang Chen looked at Tu Shanqing in surprise.

Tu Shanqing secretly slandered in his heart when he heard this: "You bastard, don't you even look at how many innate spiritual treasures you have? If we talk about luck, who can match you?"

Zhang Chen glanced at Tu Shanqing, nodded, and reached into the box: "Brother Chai, you owe me a favor."

Zhang Chen did not rely on his luck, but he had a way to identify the sticks in the box. The sticks were made of wood, and he had the power of the wood element. He could easily sense which stick had ink stains.

Shen Ling, who was far away, sneered at this scene: "What kind of luck is this? What kind of luck does he have as an orphan without a father or a mother? I think it's more like bad luck! Brother Zhang Gaoqiu's status and position are thousands of times more noble than his, and even Brother Zhang Gaoqiu can't win the lottery, so how can a country bumpkin like him win?"

Zhang Chen glanced at Shen Ling, then casually pulled out two sticks from the box, and threw one to Tu Shanqing casually: "This one is for you."

Tu Shanqing quickly took the stick, and the next moment he was overjoyed, his eyes full of ecstasy, and there was only one thought in his mind: "It's really amazing! I got it! I got it! I can join the inner court."

(End of this chapter)