[Nine Master: Friction is inevitable in competitions, let's make some business!]

Yan Jiu glanced at the comments.

I was actually inspired.

The funeral home's business card was handed out in public.

Once everyone had arrived, the judges began to speak, explaining the rules according to the established procedure.

After Yan Jiu ensured that everyone had a business card, the judges finished explaining the rules.

[Everyone: Frozen to the bone.jpg]

[Haha, Master Jiu, is this deal absolutely necessary to do today?]

[The "Use It Sooner or Later" Series!]

None of us here expected that just coming to participate in a competition would lead to this.

This isn't how you use the phrase "better safe than sorry"!

[Handing out business cards is too slow; next time, print them on flyers.]

Please stop giving Master Jiu advice!

[A ten-year veteran fan requests to participate!]

I'll offer some advice to Master Jiu.

[Get out of the way! I am Master Jiu's chief strategist!]

Everyone was really shocked.

[What alcohol fan wouldn't go crazy? *shrug*]

Printing leaflets is one possible solution.

Looking at the comments in the live stream, Yan Jiu actually started to consider the feasibility of distributing flyers.

When Chu Chu and Jian Zhongyu found her, Yan Jiu, who had just turned off the live stream, was still editing the text on the flyer.

Jian Zhongyu frowned, her beautiful brows furrowing, and her face turned even redder: "Teacher, is there any way to remove the talisman?"

Chu Chu remained silent with his head down.

If you ignore the slight redness on his earlobes.

He acted like someone who had already admitted his mistake.

Yan Jiu narrowed her eyes and smiled: "It has an expiration date. It will automatically unlock before you arrive at Tsinghua University."

She did not reveal the incantation to undo the curse.

Instead, it allows people to wait for the deadline.

Upon hearing that the problem could be solved, Jian Zhongyu breathed a sigh of relief and dragged Chu Chu to conduct a pre-exam body search.

Yan Jiu sighed softly, "It's so good to be young."

Upon hearing this...

The doll declined to comment.

Are you kidding me?

Yan Jiu's bone age wasn't much older than Chu Chu's.

You're talking like you're seventy or eighty years old!

The doll looked at the crowd in the distance, then silently shrank behind Yan Jiu's hair, unable to even hold a needle steady.

It's truly unexpected that China has produced so many talented people; each one of them is comparable to a fallen angel.

This Satan even wants to conquer the underworld.

They probably don't know these people!