At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room also noticed Zuo Si's strange behavior.
The five of them held the pen in their hands tightly and began to draw a circle on the drawing.
The bullet comments in the live broadcast room were posted one after another. They were all discussing what had happened.
However, there were still many people in the live broadcast room who doubted it. They all felt that Zuo Si and the others were faking it and that they had arranged the actors.
However, only the five of them knew the truth.
At this moment, they could feel that their arms were numb. The pen that was drawing the circle was moving on its own.
Zuo Si was also the first to react. She took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the fear in her heart. Then, she said to the four of them in a low voice,
"It seems that we really invited the Pen Spirit!”
The other four fickle netizens turned to look at her. Their bodies were trembling, and their eyes were filled with endless fear.
Seeing that they had calmed down, Zuo Si continued,"
"From now on, we must maintain a firm mind and not let our thoughts run wild.”
"I heard on the Internet that the Pen Spirit can hear our thoughts. Remember, don't provoke the Pen Spirit, understand?”
Hearing Zuo Si's words, the other four fickle netizens hurriedly nodded their heads. They had already treated Zuo Si as their backbone in this situation.
Seeing that these four fickle netizens had expressed that they would listen to her the entire time, Zuo Si was also satisfied. The most worrying thing in this situation was being distracted.
Once the hearts of the people scattered, they really scattered.
Zuo Si also immediately arranged the following matters.
"Alright, let's start with Zhang Kun. You will ask the Pen Spirit first, but you must remember not to ask those taboo questions, especially those few sentences!”
Zuo Si's tone became very strict as she repeatedly reminded him.
When they searched for guides on the Internet, they already knew that there were some questions that were forbidden to ask the Pen Spirit. The most important thing was that they could not ask the other party the cause of death.
This was a taboo. If you asked, the Pen Spirit would get angry and invite you to join them.
Zhang Kun was about to cry. Why was it him from the start?
But in the end, he still had to follow Zuo Si's instructions. He thought of the question he wanted to ask in his heart, and then he asked,
"Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, if I confess tomorrow, what are the chances of success?”
Thinking about how she was going to confess to the person she liked tomorrow, she might as well ask about the probability of success.
This was also one of the reasons why he had come here. He had thought that something like the Pen Spirit would not exist, and he had only come here to seek peace of mind.
Who knew that the Pen Spirit really existed?
After Zhang Kun asked the question that he wanted to ask, the pen that was tightly clamped between the fingers of the five people also stopped drawing a circle.
Then, the pen led the five of them by the arm and began to move in a direction on the map on the table.
Although the five of them were a little afraid when they saw the pen move, they were also a little excited.
There was actually a Pen Spirit in this world, and it could really answer their questions.
In that case, he could ask what he wanted to ask.
The pen was guiding the five of them by their arms. Finally, it stopped on the " light ". Then, it continued to draw a circle and moved to the " sky ".
After seeing this, Zhang Kun's eyes instantly became interesting. His eyes were filled with endless joy, and he had even forgotten the fear he had when he faced the Pen Spirit.
Did this mean that his confession tomorrow would be successful? Was he ready to leave the single world?
Great, as expected of the Pen Spirit! Since he could wait for the Pen Spirit's answer, the probability of success tomorrow must be very high!
Thinking of this, Zhang Kun hurriedly asked the Pen Spirit.
"Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit! Then what is the probability of my confession being successful tomorrow? A hundred percent? 99%?"
Zhang Kun asked excitedly, waiting for the Pen Spirit to give him an answer.
The Pen Spirit once again pulled the five of their arms and began to move again. After drawing a circle, it moved to another place.
In the end, it stopped at a number.
"Five."
And the pen kept drawing circles on the five.
Five? Fifty percent?
When Zhang Kun saw the answer, his face instantly collapsed, as if he had been constipated for several days.
Would he only have a 50% chance of success if he confessed tomorrow?
However, on second thought, since there was a 50% chance, it was not bad. When the time came, he might be able to do it if he worked harder!
He secretly cheered himself up in his heart.
……
Tang Jie, who was watching the live broadcast, was speechless.
What 50% success rate? The Pen Spirit was saying that he only had a 5% success rate…
What a pitiful person.
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