Chapter 37 School Card Master Competition
"Phew!" It was finally completed. With a soft breath, Lin Mo grabbed the blue card and slumped down on the armchair.
Looking at the card, Lin Mo showed a smile on his face.
[Demon Sword Muramasa]
[Positioning: Evil God System]
[Category: [Armed] Prop Card]
[Quality: Blue]< br>
[Star rating: ★★★★★]
[Skills: Steel Blade, Demon Sword Slash]
[Bonds: None]
[Description: The famous sword forged by the Muramasa family in the Edo period. Since its birth, it has been accompanied by blood and curses. The sword with Muramasa's name is known as an ominous blade that loves the Lord. It is affected by the aura of the evil god, giving it The power on it becomes more secret and powerful]
[Advanced: Demon Sword Muramasa (Blue) → Demon Sword Princess (Purple) → Unknown Blade· Demon Sword Princess (Black)]
[Steel Blade: Due to the special reason of the material, the blade has cutting characteristics. It can easily cut the alloy like tofu and is extremely sharp [Passive]]
[Demon Sword Slash: By condensing the source power, it adds other It can cut out a huge sword light. Each time it is used, it will consume about one-fifth of its source power]
Putting the card away, Lin Mo collapsed on the bed.
After making the card, he was finally able to take a good rest.
With this thought, Lin Mo closed his eyelids heavily.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, a rapid alarm sounded, which shocked his whole body.
The ringtone passed through the ears, constantly stimulating Lin Mo's cerebral cortex.
It is no exaggeration to say that the pain brought to him every time he was called by the bell was no less than the mental backlash of a card-making failure.
"Ah, I'm so annoyed!" Lin Mo clenched his fists and sat up suddenly.
Just when he was about to turn off the ringtone on his watch and take a good nap, Lin Mo was shocked when he saw the time displayed on it, and his brain was mostly awake in an instant.
6:20? !
Is it so late for me to make the card?
Lin Mo, who did not believe in evil, stood up and slowly opened the curtains. A burst of light shone on his face, which immediately made his sleepiness dissipate.
“No, this.” Lin Mo was a little helpless and eager to ask for leave.
Last time I was late and I said I was deep in meditation. What’s the reason for asking for leave this time?
Sick? Did you catch a cold last night when you kicked off the quilt while sleeping?
This idea was directly rejected by Lin Mo as soon as it came up.
Stop making trouble, if you can become a card master, your body will be nourished by the source of energy, and you will basically not suffer from common diseases.
This reason is not as reliable as telling Lao Wang that he has entered deep meditation again.
Anyway, the card production has just been completed, and with the feedback and blessing of the [Edict] talent, he has indeed increased his source and mental power a lot.
After struggling for a while, Lin Mo finally staggered downstairs.
I plan to take a shower and get up to go to school.
"Auntie, I'm hungry." Lin Mo shouted out of habit. When he walked to the living room, he was stunned.
A familiar note was placed on the table.
Lin Mo stepped forward and reached out to pick it up.
"Time is tight, I will go downstairs to the bun shop for breakfast at my own expense, sorry."
Um.
After reading the note repeatedly for a while, Lin Mo finally believed that it was his aunt. handwriting.
OK, no sleep at night and no food in the morning.
I just don’t know whether he made the King of Hell first, or whether the King of Hell called him down first.
My aunt, on the other hand, has been going out early and coming back late recently.
Pinching the note and throwing it into the trash can, Lin Mo washed up and walked out towards the school.
When passing by the steamed stuffed bun shop, Lin Mo felt confused as he looked at the still closed door.
"Is there something urgent at home, uncle? We haven't been open for the past few days."
I wanted to take a closer look, but the stench from the sewer at the alley made Lin Mo Stopped.
After contracting with Laifu, his five senses are particularly sharp. Most people may just smell a little smelly, but for him, it will really make him want to vomit.
Except for Uncle Zhao’s bun shop, all other shops have just opened at this time, and the breakfast shop probably doesn’t even have pancakes.
Having no intention of going to the breakfast shop to deal with it, Lin Mo got on the morning bus and rushed towards the school. Yawning, Lin Mo opened the classroom door and walked in.
This is the second time he has arrived at school so early for so long in Yuanjiang No. 1 Middle School.
As soon as he came in, he saw Bai Xinqiao.
"Good morning, Sister Bai~ah!"
Sitting in his seat, Lin Mo said hello, and then yawned again and again.
"Huh?" At this time, Bai Xinqiao's pretty face was full of surprise.
After all, Lin Mo has been stepping into the classroom with the bell ringing for the past two years. He was late a few days ago, and he came so early today.
"Are you okay if you didn't sleep last night?"
Seeing Lin Mo with two big dark circles under his eyes and looking listless, Bai Xinqiao asked softly with concern.
"Yeah, it was a little late to make the card yesterday." Lin Mo lay on the table, his eyelids trembling, wanting to sleep, but his stomach protested.
"Wang Zuo, you have to pay attention to your health when making cards." Bai Xinqiao frowned and said subconsciously.
Obviously, she thought that Lin Mo didn't get a good rest because he was helping Wang Zuo.
Then he flicked his wrist, and with the white jade bracelet on his wrist flashing white light, a card appeared in Bai Xinqiao's hand.
With the injection of source power, the card dissipated and turned into a foot-long cylinder.
The column is made of sandalwood, with gorgeous dark carvings on it, which is very exquisite.
“Here, take this.”
“What is this?” Lin Mo was confused and reached out to take it.
Before Bai Xinqiao could answer, the next moment, a faint fragrance floated out from the small cylinder carved from sandalwood, entering along Lin Mo's nostrils, making him feel relaxed.
The dizziness in my head gradually subsided, and my sleepiness also decreased a lot.
“Aromatherapy is used to soothe the mind and calm the mind, and it also has the effect of refreshing the mind.” Bai Xinqiao said.
"Yeah, it does work." Taking a deep breath, Lin Mo felt comfortable all over.
"So you smell good every day because of this?"
"No way." Hearing Lin Mo's question, Bai Xinqiao tilted his head and subconsciously He raised his wrist to his nose and sniffed.
Does it smell good? Why can't she smell it herself?
"Don't talk about this, you have something to eat, I'm hungry." Lin Mo touched his stomach.
“Yes, here it is.” As he said that, Bai Xinqiao took out a beautifully packaged lunch box.
Lin Mo raised his hand to take it, opened the lunch box, and looked at the golden omelette rice inside, with a row of shrimps and dipping sauce neatly arranged next to it.
"Good boy, Sister Bai, you are really my Doraemon." Lin Mo's eyes flashed green, he said casually and started to cook.
"Doraemon? What is that?" Bai Xinqiao looked at Lin Mo curiously.
“Well, it’s of great significance anyway.” Lin Mo didn’t know how to explain it. He took a mouthful of rice and said carelessly with a smile.
Is it significant?
Listening to Lin Mo's words, Bai Xinqiao was startled for a moment, then blushed and moved his head closer, and said softly: "You seem to be late for breakfast every time, how about I help you with it in the future? ?”
“Huh?” After swallowing the rice, Lin Mo raised his head.
Looking at Bai Xinqiao who suddenly approached, Lin Mo's throat rolled. Before he could answer, the classroom door suddenly opened.
Students walked in in groups of twos and threes.
Seeing this, the two quickly distanced themselves.
Not long after, as the students in the classroom took their seats one by one, the bell for class officially rang.
Lin Mo was very lucky that the aromatherapy given by Bai Xinqiao brought him back to his normal state. In the morning, he had Lao Wang’s class.
Although the content he talked about was the key points and basic theories of card combinations that he had heard countless times.
Soon, the morning class ended, and Lao Wang started the usual dragging session.
"Students, please be quiet. Let me say something."
On the podium, Wang Qidong clapped his hands, letting everyone's eyes focus on him.
"In two days, the card master battle competition will be held in the school."
As the words fell, everyone in the class suddenly became noisy.
(End of this chapter)