Chapter 31: Chapter 30 It Doesn’t Matter Anymore

    Others see Cheng Zhu and Shen Minglang as: whispering and planning big things!

    The real Cheng Zhu and Shen Minglang: “I am rebellious, cousin, you figure it out haha.”

    — There is an inside man, stop sharing secrets!

    Shen Minglang had a pair of single eyelids, and at this moment, his eyes were wide open in round surprise.

    “Cousin, are you playing these games with me?” he couldn’t believe it.

    Most importantly, he couldn’t figure out what Cheng Zhu was up to.

    ...

    I know Lin Lu is a campus goddess, and for a teenage boy like you, it’d be strange if you weren’t smitten.

    But cousin, I’ve been pouring my heart out to you, I even passed on all my flirting techniques to you.

    Why don’t you trust me, let Lin Lu join the opposite team, I guarantee it’ll be better than having her in our team!

    “Damn, teenage boys are just dumb, they can’t be taught!” Shen Minglang inwardly cursed.

    “Besides, right, if he doesn’t go through some things, how can he catch up to someone like me?” he suddenly started feeling smug.

    “Fine, fine, we’ll do it your damn way, acting like it’s your birthday today. But it’s not like I’m not being forced here, what can I do since you’re my cousin!” Shen Minglang grumbled.

    Cheng Zhu patted his own chest, then pointed at Shen Minglang, showing a brotherly gesture.

    From beginning to end, the two never discussed whether to pull Jiang Wanzhou into the team.

    This guy was like someone forgotten in a corner.

    Shen Minglang went back to playing Rock-Paper-Scissors with Liu Hongjing, and this time he actually won.

    “Lin Lu! I choose Lin Lu!” Shen Minglang exclaimed loudly.

    This voice actress was taken aback, not expecting she couldn’t be in the same team as Ningning.

    “It’s fine, let my brother drink for you later,” Shen Qingning softly said, beginning to arrange everything.

    “What are you talking about, we might not lose, I’m very good too!” Lin Lu’s self-awareness wasn’t very clear.

    Liu Hongjing’s skill wasn’t as high as Shen Minglang’s, but he wanted Lin Lu in his team, because she was a match for Shen Qingning, a heavenly beauty goddess.

    Everyone was somewhat intimidated by Shen Qingning, but this little voice actress was damn cute, full of girlish charm, her smile showing beautiful dimpiles.@@@@

    As another team’s captain, he somewhat didn’t understand what was going on in Shen Minglang’s mind.

    “First pick a high school graduate newbie, then pick another obviously immature girl. What are you doing, collecting cannon fodder?” Liu Hongjing thought Shen Minglang must be thirsty, just here for a drink.

    In the next three rounds of Rock-Paper-Scissors, Liu Hongjing won them all, and he picked everyone who was best at dice.

    Shen Minglang’s expression instantly soured a bit.

    “Hey! What’s wrong with my hand today, so unlucky, still keep losing?” he couldn’t believe it.

    And indeed, he kept losing.

    Liu Hongjing kept winning at Rock-Paper-Scissors, and towards the end, every time he won, the crowd would cheer as their team already had a numbers advantage!

    That’s one of the fun parts of “World War”, the game where the teams are uneven.

    Such bad luck like Shen Minglang’s was rare, but not unprecedented.

    Cheng Zhu had previously played the game with two people vs eight on the opposing side.

    Seeing him so relaxed, Lin Lu couldn’t help but say, “How can you just start eating!”

    “Do you want some? Here!” Cheng Zhu offered her a piece as well.

    “That’s not...” Lin Lu stumbled verbally, but seeing the piece of watermelon looking quite sweet, her hand unconsciously accepted it.

    Liu Hongjing on the other side was very smug, urging, “Who’s next?”

    In his eyes, Shen Minglang was the only threat.

    If Shen Minglang was taken down, he could possibly defeat everyone on the opposite side.

    He glanced at the four people, whose expressions were: crumbling — crumbling — amused — crumbling —.

    Hmm? How did something weird slip in there?

    Cheng Zhu, you really don’t know what’s coming.

    So he added, “Brother Lang, the default old rule, we play ‘World War’ with a double stakes, okay!”

    Wow, he’s pulling out English now.

    “What... what does that mean?” Lin Lu asked softly.

    “It means if he alone beats us all, we have to drink double the alcohol,” Cheng Zhu explained nonchalantly.

    “Ah?” Lin Lu was flustered.

    Cheng Zhu looked at her bright, lively eyes, smiled and said, “Next, you go. If you can beat him, at least we won’t have to drink double.”

    “Come on, you can do it,” Cheng Zhu cheered her on.

    Lin Lu sat on the PK throne with a serious look, holding the dice cup very firmly and shaking it vigorously as if the force would resultantly yield better dice.

    “3 fours!” Lin Lu glanced at her own dice numbers, her delicate brows furrowing as she spoke.

    She was a pure newbie, simply calling out whatever she had.

    Liu Hongjing decisively responded, “Add one, 4 fours!”

    His answer was quick, as if he hadn’t thought through it at all, giving Lin Lu the illusion that he had several fours himself.

    “Then I... 5 fours?” She spoke to the opposite side as if asking a question.

    Liu Hongjing looked at her flawless face for a while before declaring, “Open! I have no fours!”

    Lin Lu: “???”

    Angered, she began beating Cheng Zhu’s arm with her small hands, exclaiming, “Cheng Zhu, he tricked me, he has no fours! Ahhh! Not a single one, yet he called four fours!”

    Seeing her slightly aggrieved look, Liu Hongjing’s heart nearly melted, immediately saying, “Ahem, well, that’s how the game is played, I’ll teach you later.”

    Lin Lu wasn’t listening to what he was saying.

    — Not listening, King’s scripture.

    “Shall we surrender?” she suddenly proposed.

    “It’s not allowed to surrender mid-game,” the man with glasses from the other side stated.

    Lin Lu looked at Cheng Zhu, feeling almost doomed.

    If Cheng Zhu also lost directly to him, then they would have to drink double.

    “What do we do, Cheng Zhu, what do we do, all eight of them are still there,” Lin Lu whispered.

    Cheng Zhu looked at her, grinned broadly, and in a calm tone audible to everyone, said, “It doesn’t matter, I’ll make a move.”