There was no suspense that Wu Shiyun and Zhao Guangyao chose Room Type C. It was completely against what Wu Shiyun wanted, but she had been taught since young that if you can afford to play, you can afford to lose. No one likes sore losers, after all.
Of course, she could have pushed for a better room, but she had already tried her best in the challenge. She was not the kind of person who threw a fit over the outcome. Accepting what was given was simply part of the game.
She lifted her chin with practiced elegance, as if the room choice were a minor inconvenience rather than a personal insult. "Room Type C will be fine," she said lightly.
Zhao Guangyao let a breath of relief far too loudly.
She shot him a look. He pretended he hadn't made a sound.
With three rooms taken, only one option remained.
All eyes shifted, some with sympathy and some with barely hidden amusement, toward the last pair standing.
Jiang Shuyue and Shen Xiyu.
