Speaking of which, the third round decided the winner.
Dubian Che's tall hand was a fist, while Kiyono Lin's pale, slender hand was scissors.
"Let's go again." Kiyono Lin said expressionlessly, "You win, and I forgive you for writing bad things about me in your diary; if I win, give me your diary."
"The stakes seem disproportionate, but let it be, rock paper scissors."
In the fourth round, the victor continued his winning streak.
Kiyono Lin eyed Dubian Che closely, unabashedly staring at his face.
That was a handsome face that any woman could fall in love with just by looking.
"Are you cheating?" she asked.
"No," Dubian Che answered with a smile, staring back at her absolutely beautiful face.
"All by luck?"
"Yes."
"Lies."
"I just have quick reactions, I can see what you are about to throw."
Kiyono Lin, holding a sheet of music, turned her back and wrote something on it.
