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Chapter 657 - 656: Let’s Make a Bet

In the first pocket of Mu Qiu’s utility pants was card 049. The fifth card Zhao Yu gave her was hidden on the mic hanging from her waist.

So when she saw Zhao Yu reaching for the first pocket, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yu’s two fingers hesitated as they dipped into the pocket, paused after a couple of touches.

Cheng Zhirang saw it and bowed his head, saying, "Take it out."

When he spoke word by word like this, he always seemed more distant and indifferent than usual, strangely alluring.

Mu Qiu struggled again, but still couldn’t break free, so she could only give Zhao Yu another instruction: "If you’re going to take it out, take it out using your Mahjong skills to reveal the front and back, with the front facing him."

When Cheng Zhirang closed his eyes later, she would break free and run out. With Zhao Yu holding 049 as the fifth card and the brainwashing she’d done to him with Medusa earlier, he certainly wouldn’t dare open his eyes later.

Zhao Yu: "Got it."

This time, her entire hand went into the pocket, and when she pretended to find the front side, she looked up at Cheng Zhirang and Mu Qiu, deliberately dawdling, and very slowly pulled it out bit by bit.

The gilded edges began to show, and Cheng Zhirang’s breath lightened.

——

Elsewhere.

In the "Reemployment Training Center for Outsiders", a group of people who hadn’t received any part-time jobs gathered to gamble on the outcome.

Two people made up as zombies sat on the ground, their faces full of bloodstains and blue-black marks, looking filthy and frightening.

Several others dressed in cleaner uniforms sat and stood around; the small room was a mess, really resembling a group of people waiting for gigs while chatting.

Guan Yu languidly said, "Why isn’t it over yet? I’m already starving."

"I’m starving too," Li Yang said, eyes empty as he patted his stomach. "Brother Cheng better finish off Mu Qiu and end the game. I think I can smell food in the air already."

"How can you be sure Brother Cheng will finish off Mu Qiu instead of them finishing off Brother Cheng?" Han Xizheng asked with a smile.

Guo Yin also said, "I think Sister Mu Qiu’s chances are better; Brother Cheng doesn’t seem like the type to bully female guests."

"This isn’t about bullying. If Mu Qiu wins, it’s because of her brains. You all know how clever she is," Guan Yu added.

Li Yang thought it over: "Makes sense, but I’m still betting on Brother Cheng."

Shi Yuhuai slowly turned his head to look at them and asked, "What are you betting on?"

Li Yang: "...Brother Huai, when did you learn to gamble?! You weren’t like this before!"

"If we don’t gamble, making guesses isn’t as fun," he said nonchalantly, offering a rare explanation. "Otherwise, how about betting on the meal after the show?"

Shu Ran, silent and frustrated for a long time, let out a brisk laugh: "Case solved, you learned from Mu Qiu."

The central theme was betting on the rankings, using food as stakes, nearly identical to Mu Qiu’s earlier suggestion.

Guan Yu smacked her lips: "I was wondering why it felt so familiar, seems very Mu Qiu-like."

"So, are we betting?" Shi Yuhuai asked again, looking at them, then said, "The winner can pick any dish from the loser’s dinner."

Guo Yin leaned in and asked, "What if we have spicy hotpot for dinner? There’s only one pot."

Ah, that’s indeed a problem.

"Since that’s a possibility..." Shen Zhousong raised his hand, "then I’m in."

Guan Yu: "Shen Zhousong, I didn’t know you had such a mean streak! I’m in too."

Chu Qiu: "Count me in. Spicy hotpot’s a great idea; a whole pot for one person, hahahah!"

The proposer of the bet, Shi Yuhuai, of course, raised his hand too.

Shu Ran didn’t mind at all; she didn’t eat much anyway, and her assistant wasn’t likely to prepare something like spicy hotpot for her. Losing might at most result in losing a bowl of porridge or a dish of greens.

The others gradually raised their hands as well.

If Guo Yin hadn’t mentioned spicy hotpot, it would’ve been fine, but bringing it up made some even more eager to join. If they found themselves famished after the show, only to discover they’d lost their sole dinner during the show, wouldn’t that be wonderful!

Finally, a chance to be a little devilish.

The two remaining with a bit of conscience, Chen Yi and Guo Yin, possibly facing spicy hotpot themselves, hesitated, not raising their hands for a long time.

Yet, each was grabbed by Shi Yuhuai and had their hand raised forcefully.

"Alright, everyone’s in."

Guo Yin: "......"

Chen Yi: "......"

Let’s just hope the managers and assistants don’t prepare a meal that can be taken away in one pot for them.

"Since everyone’s participating, let’s start betting. There are currently three popular players divided into two groups. However, to maximize the circulation of our dishes, I suggest we go with three options, guessing who will be the last one standing."

Guan Yu licked her lips, finger pointing thrice in the air: "Three options, Brother Cheng, Mu Qiu, Zhao Yu, come on, pick a side."

Li Yang: "I’m with Brother Cheng."

Shu Ran: "I’m with Brother Cheng too."

Chen Yi: "Count me in."

Guo Yin: "I, I’ll support Sister Mu Qiu."

Guan Yu: "I’m with Mu Qiu."

Han Xizheng: "I’m also with Mu Qiu."

Shen Zhousong: "Mu Qiu +1."

Shi Yuhuai: "Mu Qiu."

Chu Qiu was the last to raise his hand, leisurely backing an underdog: "I’m with Zhao Yu."

Shi Yuhuai, as the organizer of the bet, didn’t ask for reasons immediately. He simply concluded: "The teams are set, no more changes. Chu Qiu, what’s your reason for backing Zhao Yu?"

Guan Yu squinted at Chu Qiu, speculating, "Does Zhao Yu have some trick up her sleeve?"

"It’s not a big deal," Chu Qiu said, hands crossing behind his head. "Anyone can use the fifth card; what if she just gets it?"

"That’s definitely not the reason; tell us the truth." Guan Yu spat at him.

"The truth, huh, the truth is—before I was eliminated, I gave her an extra card."

Guan Yu: "??? You’re struggling, yet you’re giving away things at home? Where’s our team spirit?!"

There are even less considerate things I haven’t mentioned, Chu Qiu silently griped.

Then he dodged Guan Yu’s Nine Yin White Bone Claw, clarifying: "Li Yang, when you were eliminated, you were probably so sad you didn’t realize you dropped your card, which I picked up."

The main character Li Yang "éng" in surprise, immediately checking his school uniform pants pocket, searching from pocket to hem, but finding nothing card-like.

"No way! Did I really drop my card?!"

"SCP—902, that’s the one you found, right? Anyway, after it was activated, the card was useless, so I kindly gifted it to Zhao Yu."

Shu Ran narrowed her eyes, asking him, "Does Mu Qiu know about this? Did you give it to Zhao Yu privately?"

Everyone else turned their gossiping eyes towards him.

Chu Qiu quickly waved his hands: "No, no, don’t tarnish a girl’s reputation. I gave her the card because I’m a kind person and understand investments, trying to change the final outcome with a small gesture. We were betting on a hot pot coupon."

"What coupon??????"