"What?"

"How is that possible?"

"Level 8 card?"

Si Yuran screamed, eyes wide open.

The principal's breathing was also unstable.

The Si family father and son below were even more shocked, staring at the stage intently.

The students present were all equally stunned and dumbfounded, their brains unable to react.

Eighth level card?

Eighth level card?

!!!

How is this possible?

Is the instrument malfunctioning?

The tester could not hear their thoughts, nor could it feel their emotions, and it continued to broadcast the news dutifully.

“Card type: Battle card.

Card attributes: Offensive.

Card energy value: 90 (maximum value: 100).

Card analysis: S card.

Card evaluation: Please do not use inferior chips. Card makers, please continue to work hard and show your full strength. "

The cold, mechanical voice without any emotion sounded dull, but the feeling it gave people was like burning magma, constantly hitting their hearts.

An eighth-level combat card, offensive.

The value is still 90, S level.

According to the test results, if this chip is not of inferior quality, then it could be a level nine card, or a full-value card?

What a terrible conjecture, yet what an unbelievable idea.

Is this really possible?

Is Si Qingjiu really that powerful?

"Didn't they say that all of Si Qingjiu's cards were stolen from Si Yuran?"

I don't know who it is, but someone suddenly murmured.

In this quiet air, it was clearly heard by everyone.

The panicked man woke up immediately, breathing rapidly.

"Oh my god, did I really not hallucinate just now?"

"Level 8 card, level 8 S card."

"I actually saw an eighth-level S card with my own eyes. What an honor."

"Why is Si Qingjiu so rebellious? How old is he?"

"How is this possible?"

"Is Si Qingjiu really not a thief?"

"Have you had your brain eaten? As an eighth-level card maker, who do you need to steal from?"

"Yeah, he's already level eight, what else does he need."

"An eighth-level card maker. There are only a few of this level in the entire galaxy. Even someone with a hole in his brain wouldn't think he needed to steal."

Fierce rebuttals continued to come from all sides.

The audience, who were already restless, became completely agitated.

They looked straight at Si Qingjiu on the stage with fiery eyes, and walked forward boldly, surrounded the stage, and shouted at him excitedly.

"Si Qing wine, Si Qing wine."

"Si Qing wine, Si Qing wine."

"Master, Master."

"Si Qingjiu, when did you become an eighth-level card maker?"

"Master, are you selling your cards? I want to buy some."

"Master, Master, look at me. I want to, too."

"Master, please name your price."

"Master, do you have any other cards?"

"Master, I want to ask you to customize a card. Is that okay?"

The numerous questions came at Si Qingjiu like a tide, turbulent and urgent.

The expressions of the people on the stage were not calm, except Si Qingjiu.

He had expected this situation and looked calm.

Wen Shuojun inexplicably had confidence in him and felt that he would not lose, but when he saw this result, he was still shaken.

It seemed that overnight, the empire had many more geniuses.

Last night's god-level card maker.

The eighth-level card maker at this moment.

They are all so young, young...

young?

Wen Shuojun suddenly had an idea and his eyes turned deep as he looked at Si Qingjiu.

It was too much of a coincidence that two equally young top card makers suddenly became famous.

and.

If he didn't look at the upper half of the face of the person in front of him, he would have seen the same person he had met last night.

He was eighty percent sure that they were the same person.

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Shuojun couldn't help but smile even more happily.

They are really destined to be together.

Even if he changed his identity, time and place, they still met, and he still wanted to get to know him at first sight.

It's God's will.

He likes it.

Si Qingjiu felt the burning gaze behind him and his ears felt a little hot.

That gaze seemed to burn through him, the temperature was too high.

He turned around and glared at the culprit.

temperature

Shuo Jun smiled innocently, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

Si Qingjiu snorted unhappily and reached into the groove, ready to retrieve his card, when a scream rang out.

"etc!"

Si Yuran rushed over and tried to stop him. Si Qingjiu frowned slightly, quickly took out the card, took a step back and made way for the person who was rushing over.

Si Yuran moved too quickly and couldn't hold on, so he bumped directly into the tester, his face grim with pain.

Si Qingjiu pursed his lips and took a step back, as if he was afraid of being implicated.

Wen Shuojun also came to his side, protecting him unnoticeably with a worried look on his face.

"Student, what were you doing just now?"

The principal suddenly came back to his senses and hurried over, "Are you really, really an eighth-level card maker?"

At this moment, he still didn't quite believe it.

I don't want to believe it either.

If it were true, it would be a huge blow to him.

Such a true prodigy was expelled by him. What a huge loss it was for their Imperial Academy.

"If the principal is not deaf, then he heard it correctly." Si Qingjiu said expressionlessly, and gestured to the excited people below the stage: "Or if you are deaf, you can ask them."

The people below who heard it spoke quickly.

"Principal, Si Qingjiu is really an eighth-level card maker."

"Principal, the tester just said it was a level eight card."

"Principal, you heard it right. It's a level 8 S card."

"He is an eighth-level card maker."

"The principal is real."

Excited voices rang out one after another, causing Principal Cai to step back uncontrollably with a pale face.

Those eyes, which usually showed shrewdness, now had a hint of confusion.

how so?

Why is this happening?

Isn't he a fake card maker?

He couldn't help but look at Si Yuran, whose expression was distorted, and then at the father and son of the Si family, who had been squeezed to somewhere unknown in the audience.

He really wanted to ask, why don’t you, the father, the elder brother, and the younger brother, know the strength of your own sons, brothers, and younger brothers?

It would be fine if I didn't know, but why would I want to harm him?

He clearly had such a good opportunity.

Now they are all gone, all gone.

Principal Cai wanted to regret on the spot and say that he did not prescribe the virgin wine, and then shamelessly announce their

There is an eighth-level card maker in the Imperial College.

But he couldn't, and didn't dare.

Wen Shuojun is here.

If he dared to have any bad thoughts, he would definitely stand on Si Qingjiu's side.

There is also Siqing wine.

If he refused on the spot and spread the news to others, the reputation of their Imperial Academy would be damaged again.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Principal Cai was unwilling to accept this as the truth, but he could only force a smile and congratulate with a sad heart.

"Congratulations to Si Qingjiu for becoming an eighth-level card maker. He will surely grow into a god-level card maker in the future."

Si Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, very surprised by Principal Cai's attitude.

He didn't expect Principal Cai to be so decisive. He didn't try to get entangled, build relationships, or flatter.

He was nothing like the Principal Cai he had met in his previous life, who would turn against others in the blink of an eye for personal gain.

Be able to bend and stretch.

As expected of a politician.

Principal Cai let go so quickly, and he saw through it all, but Father Si couldn't accept it.

When he found out that Si Qingjiu was an eighth-level card maker, his mind stopped working.

An eighth-level card maker is a top-level card maker who is much higher than a seventh-level card maker.

And level eight is the closest to the god level.

Si Qingjiu is only in his early twenties now, and his life has just begun. It is only a matter of time before he becomes a god-level card maker.

If their Si family could produce a god-level card maker, then their Si family would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the military and the royal family!

What an honor this is, what a wonderful thing this is.

Father Si felt that he had seen a glorious future for their Si family.

He struggled to squeeze through the crowd and finally made it to the stairs. Regardless of his wrinkled clothes and messy hair, he quickly went up and walked in front of Si Qingjiu with an excited face.

"Xiaojiu, Daddy is proud of you. Let's go home. Daddy will prepare a celebration banquet for you. Let's celebrate properly."

He is an eighth-level card maker. He must announce it to everyone.

Si Yuran on the side had a dark face.

He stared at Si's father, who was fawning on Si Qingjiu, with bloodshot eyes.

"System, system, come out, come out, kill Si Qingjiu, kill Si Qingjiu."

It’s all him. It’s all him.

If it weren't for him, how could I be like this.

Why doesn't he just die? Why doesn't he just die?

System cold channel

:'The system does not have the function of directly killing people at the moment. Please complete the task, unlock the function, or solve it yourself.'

"Waste, waste. What use do I have for you?" Si Yuran's face was twisted, full of resentment.

The system ignored him and continued to disappear.

Si Yuran could only watch helplessly as his father, who used to love him so much and obey him in everything, completely ignored him, with his heart and eyes filled with only Si Qingjiu.

It's like going back to the past.

Countless times before, his father had walked past him, speaking to Si Qingjiu with a kind smile, praising him and doting on him.

Now Si Qingjiu is an eighth-level card maker, and things will probably return to the same state as before.

He is the treasure of everyone in the Si family.

I am nothing.

He refused.

With a flash of blood in his eyes, he forced himself to speak, with a joy that was more painful than crying: "Second brother, this is great. With the two of us in the future, the Si family will definitely be better."

"Yes, yes, Xiaoran is right. In the future, the Si family will surely reach a higher level in your hands."

Father Si was smiling so much that wrinkles appeared on his face.

A seventh-level card maker and an eighth-level card maker, both are top-notch, who can compare to him?

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Father Si couldn't stop laughing.

The people present were also full of envy.

The Si family is so lucky.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone had forgotten that Si Qingjiu was kicked out of the house.

Si Qingjiu looked at their happy expressions and sneered, "You two are really shameless. Do I have anything to do with you? Don't try to get involved with me. The Si family is not worthy, and you are even less worthy."

When it was useless, they would lock him out without listening to any explanation, cutting off all his escape routes.

Now that you see he's useful, you want to go back?

He's not that mean.

The smile on Si's father's face disappeared, and his expression was not good: "Xiaojiu, what are you talking about? I am your father, and the Si family is your family. What's the difference between them?"

"Heh..." Si Qingjiu sneered, his eyes cold, "My dad? My dad died a long time ago. I'm an orphan with no relatives."

'Wow'

There was a gasp at the scene.

My dad died a long time ago, so I have no relatives and I’m an orphan. How cruel.

This is a curse that the whole family will die except him.

"Si Qing wine!" Si's father was angry. !