32: You did your own fortune telling, and the result made me believe in science.

"Tsk tsk, pretty good luck, a strong start."

"Newbie protection period, he'll probably show his true colors after just a couple of questions."

Lü Qing: "Just a coincidence. Relying on luck is the most unreliable behavior."

Getting one question right means nothing; there are still ten more to go.

Curator: "Porcelain No. 2, Western Han String-patterned Glass."

Two light blue small cups were placed in the display case. Another minute of observation time began. As usual, the volunteers observed with magnifying glasses, while Lu Qingyu, as before, submitted his answer after looking for less than three seconds.

The Curator glanced at the answer, then looked at Lu Qingyu. This kid has good luck.

Time's up. Curator: "Both sides chose the cup on the left. Both are correct, one point each."

Since the start of the quiz, Lu Qingyu's face hadn't shown a hint of confusion or difficulty. On the contrary, the three volunteers opposite him were looking back and forth at the two pieces of porcelain, using their limited knowledge to deduce the authenticity of the cultural relics.

Everyone felt Lu Qingyu was taking it too lightly. Although he got the questions right, it seemed a bit disrespectful to the competition.

Lu Qingyu hadn't seen the third piece of porcelain before; it seemed to be a cultural relic unique to this Blue Star. But it didn't matter. He lightly used a profound essence of Huaxia culture, Minor Six Injunctions - a form of Chinese divination, and performed a quick calculation with one hand. Hey, he got it right again.

After getting three questions right in a row, everyone looked at Lu Qingyu with a hint of shock. They originally thought his luck would end there, until the fourth, fifth, and sixth questions—Lu Qingyu got them all right. Everyone started to get excited.

"Holy crap, this guy is cheating. Seven questions right in a row."

"Is he the Emperor of Luck himself? How did he do it?"

"Did the Program Production Team really not leak the questions? This is too unbelievable."

"No, his guessing accuracy is way too high."

Lu Qingyu had won seven questions in a row. Each observation of the relics took no more than 10 seconds. Not just the netizens, but if the Curator hadn't personally set the questions, they would have suspected the Program Production Team gave Lu Qingyu the questions in advance.

Lü Qing vaguely felt something was wrong at this point. He asked Lu Qingyu: "Have you studied cultural relic identification?"

Lu Qingyu looked back at Lü Qing: "Never studied it."

Lü Qing's face was filled with suspicion, clearly not quite believing it.

By the eighth question, Lu Qingyu was right again. The volunteers on the other side were getting a bit unhappy.

"Your Program Production Team didn't leak the questions, did they?"

PD Zhao's face immediately darkened. Cheating was no small matter.

PD Zhao: "The competition is absolutely open and transparent."

Lu Qingyu saw the suspicious looks everyone was giving him. To make everyone accept his 200,000 win, he said: "There are four relics left. Since everyone suspects I know the questions in advance, why don't the three volunteers randomly swap the positions of the real and fake relics?"

Lu Qingyu's suggestion was good. These relics looked almost identical and were hard to distinguish with the naked eye. If he knew the answer beforehand, he would have been told whether the left or right one was real. If the volunteers swapped them randomly, that answer would be invalid.

PD Zhao looked at the Curator, afraid that swapping the relics would add a burden to the museum.

The Curator nodded: "That's fine."

These relics were all replicas they had made. Ordinary people couldn't tell the difference, but experts could identify them easily.

So Lu Qingyu turned his head, and the three volunteers rearranged the last four sets of relics.

Curator: "Hibiscus Stone Pan-chi Ear Covered Censer, please identify it."

Everyone's eyes were on Lu Qingyu. They thought he would take more time, but in less than five seconds, Lu Qingyu wrote down his answer again.

The three volunteers opposite him observed for a while and then wrote down their answers.

The Curator opened the answers immediately after receiving them. He was even more curious than the audience whether Lu Qingyu would be right this time.

As the slip of paper unfolded, the Curator's expression changed. Everyone watched his face.

Lü Qing pushed up his glasses and snorted coldly. This time he must be wrong. He didn't know what method Lu Qingyu used before, but it would be useless now.

Everyone waited for the Curator's judgment. The Curator showed the paper to everyone while saying:

"Lu Qingyu chose the left, the volunteers chose the right. Lu Qingyu wins."

Bullet chat: "Holy crap, I'm going to print Lu Qingyu's photo and worship him. He's the Emperor of Luck himself."

"Praying to Lu Qingyu to bless my gacha pulls so I get the hidden rare."

"I'm impressed. This kid has some skills."

"Am I the only one who noticed Lu Qingyu calculating with one hand there?"

PD Zhao held his head in his hands. He was the most shocked right now because while others could suspect Lu Qingyu of cheating, as the director, he knew for a fact that Lu Qingyu hadn't cheated at all. What kind of luck did this kid have?

Lü Qing's face also changed drastically: "Impossible, how is he still right?"

The other guests also looked at Lu Qingyu in shock. How could it be?

Lu Qingyu: "The answer is either right or wrong. Even if I guess, I have a 50% chance of being right. What's so strange about that?"

Su Jing: "The point is, brother, you've won eight times in a row. That probability isn't one-half, it's one in two hundred and fifty-six!"

Wen Minmin was observant. While others saw Lu Qingyu's movements as ordinary, Wen Minmin felt they were unusual.

Wen Minmin: "Qingyu, what does it mean when you pinch your fingers with one hand?"

Since Wen Minmin asked, Lu Qingyu didn't intend to fool her.

Lu Qingyu: "This is Minor Six Injunctions - a form of Chinese divination."

Wen Minmin didn't know much about Minor Six Injunctions - a form of Chinese divination, but she remembered it was something fortune tellers under bridges would know. How old was Lu Qingyu? How could he know this?

Wen Minmin's expression was hard to describe: "You actually believe in this?"

Curator: "Lu Qingyu wins."

Wen Minmin: --- Lu Qingyu chuckled: "You have to believe in science."