"Then... how far does this terrible luck go? How bad could it get for him?"
[That depends on his luck. If it gets serious enough, you might not need to prepare an antidote. You can just prepare a coffin for him instead.]
The system's calm voice carried a hint of glee at his misfortune.
Chu Youning raised her eyes and quietly met Qing Qianxue's gaze.
Look, look, look. You've still got the nerve to look at me.
If you hadn't called me a crow, would I have remembered that Jinx ability I tossed into some dusty corner and hadn't used in ages?
Well, there you go. You called me a crow first, and I only said you'd have terrible luck because I refused to take that lying down. If something really happens to you today, you can't blame me.
A flicker of caught-off-guard astonishment appeared in Qing Qianxue's eyes, but he still spoke calmly.
"You... what curse are you trying to put on me?"
"May you go bald!"
Chu Youning delivered that line helplessly, yet with plenty of force.
You'd better watch yourself today. I won't be responsible if you lose your life.
With that, Chu Youning went back to watching the match.
Only now, she could no longer concentrate.
Ugh, I don't feel the slightest guilt about cursing that bastard Chu Haoze, but making a good friend suffer? Now I won't be able to sleep tonight either.
Fine, fine. I'm the one who ran my mouth.
I'll save him if I can. If I can't, he can't blame me.
Qing Qianxue lowered his eyes, keeping the girl who had slumped over the table again in his peripheral vision.
Judging by her words, she really did possess the Jinx ability.
This was... quite interesting.
What sort of misfortune