I Am Reaching The Pinnacle Of My Life In The Magic Card World

In ancient times, Prime Minister Zhuge borrowed a hundred thousand arrows from a straw boat.

Now I am borrowing the east wind of the time card, and I am happy to make two hundred thousand yen a day.

Before dawn, Zhong Jie knocked on the rolling shutter door of the betting shop with a pair of panda eyes. "Bang bang bang!" knock on the door.

The middle-aged man who is the owner of a gambling shop has his biological clock not on time yet. He is sleepy and gets up under the warm quilt.

I didn't even have time to change into my pajamas, so I went downstairs and opened the rolling shutter door.

The shopkeeper cursed and waited for the door to rise. He wanted to see who Bagaya Road was, so boring.

Looking at the primary school student's tomb, the scolding stopped abruptly, "What, why is he a child?"

Sure enough, he obviously stayed in this store for a long time last night, so it stands to reason that the middle-aged uncle knew him.

As soon as the bell rang, it was like the game was archived and everything started from scratch.

I don’t understand the logic of the Shipai restoration principle, and I can’t figure it out.

If he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to think about it. The first thing is to make a small amount of money.

"Hello, uncle, I'm here to buy scratch-off tickets." Tsukasa Jiraiya entered the store and found the glass cabinet where the scratch-off tickets belonged.

He smashed down two 10,000 yen bills in pain, "This, this, and this, I want them all."

"Oh oh oh!" The middle-aged uncle was confused. Seeing that the primary school student was confident, powerful and confident, he did not dare to be careless.

Following the instructions from the tomb, he took out three large bundles of scratch-off music.

Zhong Jie's eyes shone, he opened his mouth half a month's arc, and swallowed. My fingers were already hungry and thirsty.

The small money is coming into the bag soon, hehe, the evil laughter scares away the middle-aged man's sleepiness.

Look at my shadowless hands in Foshan. Small and medium-sized coins are like picking things out of a bag.

Rustling, rustling, the betting shop was silent except for the sound of scraping sand.

The tomb steps were scraped all the time, from dark to dawn, and the harvest was huge.

There are three winning tickets, two with 50,000 doors and one with 100,000 doors, totaling 200,000 doors.

He cashed in the prize, made money, and went to school happily, leaving behind a middle-aged uncle who is who I am, where I am, and what I am doing.

The tuition for the next semester has been paid. Hehe, Tsukasa held twenty 10,000 banknotes in his pocket. He couldn't help but feel excited.

Investing 20,000 yuan, which is a tenfold increase, it is no wonder that the magician lives in a big house, it is so profitable.

Youzhi Elementary School is affiliated to Youzhi Town. The Sakura Country's economic growth was too fast and was blocked by the Beautiful Country, and it entered the quagmire of economic recession.

Youzhi's financial surplus turned into a surplus. The Youzhi Elementary School under its jurisdiction was converted into a semi-public and semi-private school, with a tuition fee of more than 100,000 yuan, but half of the tuition fee was still divided by the town finance.

Tuition fees for public to private transfers have increased, and educational resources have also increased, which is a mutual benefit.

On the way to school, Tsukasa touched twenty bills over and over again. The tuition fee was enough, the rent was paid, and the short-term worries were gone.

He arrived at the front door of the primary school early, and few students were earlier than him.

The sun has just emerged at this point, and a rising sun is rising slowly.

He was the first to arrive early, and usually Tomoyo was waiting for him, but now he was waiting for Tomoyo, Kinomoto Sakura.

Waiting and waiting, Tsukasa was calm and patient.

Some of the primary school students who entered the school looked at it curiously and chatted with their friends around them.

"Yukoshita is not as good-looking as me. He is thin and has a yellow complexion. Why does Daidaiji like to play with him?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, walk quickly, walk quickly."

Tsukasa followed the sound of voices and saw that the little boy discussing them walked faster.

What the hell, it has a beginning and no end.

"Ala, Yukinoshita-kun, oh haha." A mixed childish voice of both sexes, Chiharu Mihara and Takashi Yamazaki greeted him politely.

Tsukasa said politely: "Oh, hello."

Next, Naoko Yanagisawa and Rika Sasaki also greeted each other, and Tsukasa had no choice but to return the greetings one by one.

After about ten minutes, Tomoyo and Sakura both arrived at the school gate.

Tsukasa was so happy that it was finally here, and he could finally enter the school.

As they approached, they each had milky white flutes on their schoolbags. He asked Tomoyo puzzledly:

"Da, Da Da Dao Temple, you, you, why, why are you carrying this with you?"

"There is a music class today, and the music teacher said there is a test. If you fail the test, you will be punished by copying the music lyrics." Tomoyo winked playfully, deliberately scaring someone who was not paying attention to the class.

Zhong Jie was taken aback and hurriedly turned around, forgetting the joy of making money for a moment, "What? Is it so strict? What should I do? I am a perfect tune and I can't play the flute."

Kinomoto Sakura couldn't bear to watch it, and Tomoyo-chan's little fun frightened Yukinoshita.

There is a certain degree of joking. Tomoyo was almost teasing and said: "Idiot, I lied to you. It's for exams, but it's not for copying music."

"What!?" He was still panicking. He didn't even have a flute. He searched through his memory and found that he didn't remember seeing a flute in the rental house.

Where can I find a flute to play? Create something out of nothing, make it unrealistic out of thin air. If you go to a stationery store to buy it temporarily, it may not be sold.

It seems that the only choice is to fail, be thick-skinned, and a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"Dong, dong, dong." Tomoyo hit his arm several times with the flute and shook the flute in his hand in his confused eyes.

Pointing to his lips, I couldn't help but feel dry in my mouth. What do you mean, Miss, let me use hers?

It's not okay to share the same flute, that's not okay, absolutely not, and you can't take advantage of the eldest lady.

In the music class, the music teacher accompanied the beautiful piano music, and the students who performed on the stage passed one by one without any mistakes.

In the piano room, three students turned their backs to the podium and quietly lowered their heads to practice notes.

Tsukasa's five fingers danced, and the notes he played were either out of tune, changed his voice, or were rude.

The eldest lady asked him to practice the flute, but it was all in vain. Tomoyo, whose musical talent was so poor that he was taught one-on-one, shook his head.

Next, Li Xiaolang, the music teacher named Daochang Li.

Li Daochang walked up to the podium with unnatural steps. He had a good grasp of the rhythm of the flute in the first part, but at the critical moment his voice became muted and he left the stage sadly.

The rounds went down one by one, and it was Tomoyo's turn. Tsukasa wanted to wipe off the remaining liquid on the flute, but let him take it away before he could.

He curled up his neck to pretend to be an ostrich, then raised his head to peek at the eldest lady, with a knowing and natural expression, and his lips met the mouth of the flute.

The beautiful notes one after another seem to come alive, graceful and melodious, full of spring vitality, and the artistic conception of swallows returning south.

After the song was played, everyone present was intoxicated and did not want to come out of that artistic conception.

The music teacher named the next person, Yukinoshita Tsukaoka.

It was my turn to play, so I mustered up the courage to take the flute from Tomoyo, stood on the podium, and looked at him with a pair of eyes below.

To the elegant accompaniment, Tsukasa put the mouth of the flute into his mouth.

The moment he entered the mouth, his old face turned red, "Yao Shou, this is incredible, this is incredible," he seemed to be licking the sweet taste.

Tomoyo also blushed, it was so synchronized.

Halfway through the music teacher's accompaniment, the first note sounded on the tombstone. It was out of tune, but I could barely hear it.

When it comes to the most critical voice change, die!

The music teacher responded with an awkward yet polite smile.

After the last two rounds, Sakura appeared in the finale and fell down with a changed voice.

In the school playground, on the steps, Sakura was dejected because she failed in music class.

A good best friend, Tomoyo comforted her wholeheartedly.

They went to the next level, and Tsukasa also wanted to seek comfort from Tomoyo, but did he dare? He didn't dare. He didn't dare.

At the top of the steps, Li Xiaolang was playing the flute while walking. He worked hard and three people in the class failed.

Do you think it's embarrassing or not? These three people still know each other.

"Be careful!" The football quickly hit someone who didn't care.

The football flew in a straight direction, well, Sakura Tomoyo escaped first,

"Boom!"

"Hoo ho ho!"

A football mark was left on the face of the tombstone, and everyone was stunned. Could I have been shot even while lying down? He jumped up and cursed angrily.

According to the plot trajectory, it is Li Xiaolang who is flying.

Damn, there's still a nosebleed.

It was really unlucky, the players apologized sincerely, and the injury was not that serious.

He chose to forgive. Daochang Li looked towards the center of the incident, and then towards the Bell Tower.

That bell tower. . .