"Final match! Best two out of three!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Hahaha, I won!" A young man with a bowl haircut danced with joy as he ran out of the crowd.
"Damn! This guy is really a king of the fist, more than a hundred people actually got beaten by him."
"What kind of dog luck did he have? If he takes away all this Fire of Fate, it might even turn red, right?"
"The dean said, orange Fire of Fate rewards 100 academic credits, red Fire of Fate rewards 1000 credits, and 1000 credits can be exchanged for quite a few good things!"
"Boohoo, don't say anymore, I'm already getting bitter!"
The losers of the finger-guessing game all wore mournful faces, as if they had missed out on a fortune.
"Hahaha, brothers, my bad, I'll treat you to a meal when we get back." Su Xin pounded his chest and said, "You can eat whatever you want!"
"One meal's not enough, at least a week!"
"Bullshit, at least a month!"
