Chapter 647: Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-Three: I Object!

Not only did Du Binqi not expect it, many spectators present did not expect it either.

After several hours of competition, some had long held it in, thinking it was already over, and rushed to leave their seats to grab the best viewing spots; Lei Ting's commentary immediately put them in a dilemma.

Should they hold it in temporarily and keep watching, or keep watching while it sits in their pants?

As for the option of going to relieve themselves first and then returning to watch, few would consider it, because the toilets were too far; by the time they went out and came back, the competition would surely be over.

The Grain Seed Competition was originally designed to save the most exciting part for last; to miss the most thrilling moment of a day's competition just because of a bathroom break? To have worked and rushed all day for this one moment, only to find oneself in the toilet?

Experienced spectators had prepared bottles long ago; inexperienced spectators could only face this dilemma.

Lei Ting didn't care about all that and continued broadcasting: "The Salted Fish Team is planting Saltwater Demon Rice, a miraculous rice seed. Speaking of it, it has a deep connection with our Grain Seed Competition; it comes from the Demon Rice cultivated by Chunfeng Da De Lu Yi!"

Boom! A wave of sound surged through the entire venue; because it was so sudden, it even produced an effect like an explosion.

Chunfeng Da De Lu Yi, after whom the Grain Seed Competition was named, had not been heard of for many years.

Especially the year before last, when the grain yield record held by Chunfeng Da De was broken, and the thousand-jin threshold was surpassed at the same time, everyone missed him even more.

Everyone felt that if Chunfeng Da De could participate in the Grain Seed Competition, he would surely break the thousand-jin mark too; perhaps he simply had no rivals, had become disappointed with the Grain Seed Competition, and thus stopped participating.

With Chunfeng Da De's record broken, everyone expected him to reappear this year and bring even higher-yielding grain seeds.

Who would have thought that instead of Chunfeng Da De, it was the Salted Fish Team, whose name they had never heard, that came, and the Saltwater Demon Rice they brought was actually derived from Chunfeng Da De Lu Yi?

Laymen hear the excitement, experts hear the method; hearing "Saltwater Demon Rice" immediately suggests there is much method behind it.

What does "saltwater" mean?

Fortunately, Lei Ting did not make everyone wait long and immediately continued: "Saltwater Demon Rice, as the name implies, can adapt to saltwater environments and can be planted in saline-alkali lands or saltwater wetlands; its appearance has epoch-making significance. From today on, saline-alkali lands are no longer cursed lands."

"Wow!"

"All coastal wetlands, inland salt lakes, islands, and other places can introduce Saltwater Demon Rice. According to incomplete statistics, saltwater and saline-alkali environments unsuitable for planting worldwide account for one-fifth of the total cultivated land area. If Saltwater Demon Rice is promoted, the world will instantly gain one-fifth more cultivated land, capable of feeding hundreds of millions more people."

"Wow!"

"This is a rice seed with epoch-making significance, a grain seed worthy of changing the rules of the Grain Seed Competition, a grain seed capable of creating an entirely new farming system. However..." At this point, Lei Ting's voice paused.

Trying to whet the appetite, wasn't it? The spectator seats immediately erupted in another uproar.

Seeing that everyone's appetite had been sufficiently whetted, Lei Ting continued broadcasting: "However, for the sake of fairness, the rules of this year's Grain Seed Competition will not be changed for now; we will continue to determine the champion by yield per mu."... In the contestant seats and private boxes, all participating contestants, including Du Binqi, all had their faces darken. If the rules of this year's Grain Seed Competition were not changed, yet the Salted Fish Team was still placed last, did their yield exceed their own fourteen hundred jin?

Du Binqi had no mind to pay attention to that beautiful elven woman anymore; he completely failed to notice that she was no longer leaning on the railing but had flipped forward, transformed into an owl, and flown toward the contestant area.

Before she could get close, Seeing Ange spotted her, glanced at her, realized he knew her, and simply ignored her.

Seeing this, the owl quickly landed on the ground, took eagle steps, and quietly slipped over to Isadora's side, climbing onto her shoulder.

Isadora said, "As soon as I heard 'Elven Team,' I knew it was you. Did you come alone?"

The owl whispered, "The Demon Bow siblings accompanied me. It's incredible. I brought out all my elven rice, yet I couldn't even make it into the top two."

"If a team could enter several crops, you might not even make it into the top five," Isadora added another blow.

The owl opened its beak and could not close it for a long time. Did Isadora's words not imply that she had at least seen five crops with yields exceeding twelve hundred jin per mu?

For a druid, having never cultivated five grain seeds with yields higher than one's own was too crushing.

"Why don't you transform back? Doesn't the eagle form feel uncomfortable?" Seeing Calandelle had no intention of transforming back, Isadora asked in confusion.

Calandelle leaned even closer and whispered, "I'm afraid of being driven away."

Because of past conflicts, Calandelle dared not linger in front of Seeing Ange and others, fearing he would recall the events of that time.

Isadora whispered, "No need to fear. My lord is not so petty. As long as you don't burn his fields and grain, he generally won't pay attention to you."

Calandelle couldn't help but open her beak again. The famously arrogant Isadora had directly called him "my lord"? And so affectionately?

"Transform back quickly; your Mao Mao is scratching me, it's ticklish." Isadora, not noticing Calandelle's expression, urged.

"Oh." Calandelle slid down along Isadora's shoulder; by the time she reached the ground, she had transformed back into a beautiful elven woman with a prominent chest and curvy rear.

Lisa in the front row turned around to greet her, "Lande, long time no see."

"Oh, Lisa, long time no see. You've become even more beautiful," Calandelle exclaimed in surprise.

Good heavens, one sentence struck Lisa right in the heart; she beamed with joy, her hair almost splitting from laughter: "No, you've become more beautiful too. It might be due to the brightening lotion. Let me tell you, this brightening lotion..."

After chatting for only a few sentences, Calandelle sat down with Lisa, murmuring away, no one knowing what they were discussing.

Now it was Isadora's turn to be unable to close her mouth. Was her social ability that strong? She had been here for so long, yet Lisa had never been this intimate with her.

The images on the simulation array had already progressed to the finale, yet Lei Ting's voice suddenly became somber: "Saltwater Demon Rice was Chunfeng Da De's lifelong wish. To fulfill this wish, he traveled over mountains and rivers, measured every inch of land with his footsteps, attempting to find suitable hybrid plants. Unfortunately, he could not complete this wish; he fell on the road in pursuit of the Demon Rice."... "Ah? Chunfeng Da De is dead?"

"No way? Oh my god, how could this happen?"

"Impossible, fake, fake."

The venue suddenly became noisy; everyone was shocked by this news and found it hard to accept at first.

"Today, the Salted Fish Team has brought us Saltwater Demon Rice, hybridized from Demon Rice as the mother plant and saltwater grain as the father. Its arrival not only fulfilled Chunfeng Da De's lifelong wish but also broke the highest record of the Grain Seed Competition in one fell swoop. Everyone, please look at the bar chart."

As Lei Ting spoke, the image data simulation finished just then. A brand-new bar chart, surpassing all other bars, appeared in the array. At the top of the bar was a particularly conspicuous number: fifteen hundred and twelve jin.

"A new high-yield seed has appeared. It is the Saltwater Demon Rice brought to us by the Salted Fish Team. Now, I announce that the winner of this year's Grain Seed Competition is the Salted Fish Team!"

With Lei Ting's roar, a figure constantly releasing electric sparks suddenly exploded into existence in the center of the venue, emitting dazzling light effects.

"I object!" A louder voice resounded throughout the entire venue, overpowering the dazzling light effects: "I raise a reasonable objection to the results. I, Du Binqi, apply for a simulation duel!"

Clap-clap! Clap-clap! A simulation duel? How many years had it been since a simulation duel appeared? Oh my god, too wonderful, too dramatic; could one actually see the legendary simulation duel?

The entire venue erupted in another uproar. Some spectators, relying on their willpower to hold it in for another round, now faced another difficult choice—should they hold it in and keep watching, or keep watching while it sits in their pants?

Eh, it's dawn; the sun is slacking off.

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