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Jufeng glanced at the bra in the woman's hand and muttered, "Quite a catch!" This immediately earned him a wide-eyed stare from her and a chorus of gasps from those around them.
This woman was indeed no ordinary person; she had managed to come up with such a clever way to alleviate the awkwardness in a moment of crisis. Although her thin shirt barely concealed the snowy landscape and a hint of crimson beneath, it was still vague enough to leave much to the imagination. It was certainly better than removing her shirt entirely and exposing even more.
The onlookers, however, were left disappointed. They had hoped for a glimpse of beauty, perhaps even something to gossip about after leaving the second floor. Yet, after their anticipation, they were met with this unexpected response.
Despite not being able to see clearly, the crowd still eagerly focused their gazes on the woman, afraid they might miss any movement that could reveal more.
The woman returned to the inner room, stowed away her secret weapon, and then stepped back out again. The cloud of gloom on her face had vanished, replaced by an air of confidence.
It was as if she had just encountered Ning Caichen's Nie Qian, igniting her competitive spirit as a fox spirit.
She smiled lightly and said, "It seems I really underestimated you. Although your moves appear rather unrefined, your accuracy is commendable. However, I do not appreciate men who take unconventional approaches. Congratulations, you've made me take you seriously. So now, I will win."
The transformation in her demeanor was striking; the serious fox spirit exuded even more charm.
Jufeng continued to regard her with a playful demeanor, his gaze lingering deliberately on her chest before he replied, "Our skills are actually quite similar; in the end, it comes down to luck. And right now, it seems my luck is better than yours."
The woman shook her head and replied earnestly, "We should change our method for deciding who goes first. Who knows if you were cheating when you rolled the dice? I won't pursue that from the last round, but moving forward, I won't tolerate any tricks."
Upon hearing this, Jufeng felt a jolt of surprise. Could it be that she truly sensed something? It shouldn't be possible; how could a woman with no martial arts background discern his techniques?
However, as he pondered further, he began to understand her perspective—he was an unknown man challenging her to a game of Pool while clearly being prepared. How could she not be cautious? Underestimating her intelligence would be foolish. Still, he couldn't shake off the nervousness inside.
Jufeng chuckled and asked, "So what method do you have in mind?"
The woman smiled at his question and whispered something to her companion nearby. He went into the inner room and returned with two sheets of paper and two pens, handing one set each to her and Jufeng.
She then said, "Given how fluently you speak Huaguo dialect, it's obvious you're from Huaguo. Isn't rock-paper-scissors quite popular there? Let's use a simpler method: each of us writes one of three choices on our paper and hands it to the public witness. That way, no one can cheat!"
Jufeng paused at this suggestion, looking at the paper and pen in his hand before bursting into laughter. He hadn't expected that this seemingly cunning woman would have such a childish side.
However, since she had seen through his dice-rolling trickery, he knew he had no choice but to agree in order to keep up appearances.
Without saying much, Jufeng wrote a character on his paper and handed it to the young man.
The woman followed suit, sketching a few strokes on her own paper before passing it to the young man.
In front of everyone, the young man held Jufeng's paper in his left hand and the woman's paper in his right, then opened them one by one.
First was Jufeng's paper, which contained only one character. It was unclear whether it was due to laziness or some other reason—"Cloth!"
Next, he opened the woman's paper. Instead of a character, it featured a simple yet vivid sketch of scissors, drawn with just a few strokes but remarkably lifelike.
Seeing the result, a smile suddenly appeared on the woman's face as she said, "It seems your luck isn't that great, is it? Not like yours, which continues to be good."
Jufeng couldn't help but shake his head in resignation; it seemed today’s luck truly wasn’t favorable. The dice were under his control, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He looked at the scissors on the paper and suddenly laughed. "So you don't know Chinese characters either. Well then, you can start."
Jufeng gestured for her to proceed, and she readily took her turn, quickly returning to a serious demeanor. She played pool with an elegance that exuded a unique charm.
Even though she hadn’t played for long, she didn’t seem to lose her touch. Every shot she took was flawless—breaking and sinking each ball with ease. Unsurprisingly, she was about to finish this round without any doubt.
The spectators began to lose interest as the outcome seemed too predictable; after all, watching a big man’s body wasn’t particularly captivating. Even if Jufeng stripped down to just his underwear, few held any hope—at least compared to the allure of watching the woman.
Noticing this, Jufeng frowned. He didn’t mind being looked at more than twice; however, if that happened, he wouldn’t be able to complete the task Vera had assigned him.
So just as the woman was about to take her last shot at the Black Eight, Jufeng brought his palm from behind his back to the front and faced the pool table. At the moment she struck the cue ball, he suddenly clenched his fingers tightly.
In an unnoticed corner, an eerie wind began to swirl in an unusual manner.
Of course, none of the people present noticed this so-called "eerie wind," as it was too subtle and faint to detect. Yet it was enough to alter the trajectory of the ball.
As a result, the woman’s previously smiling face suddenly froze in shock.
The ball, which had seemed destined to sink into the pocket, unexpectedly spun around the edge of the Pool pocket and rolled back out.
"Wow!" The crowd gasped in surprise. At such a critical moment, it was unusual for a woman to make such a mistake. Why had this sudden mishap occurred?
The most puzzled of all was the woman herself. As the one who struck the ball, she could usually tell whether it would go in or not. Those who had long partnered with Pool developed a sense for the game, akin to a woman's intuition, rarely making errors.
She fell silent, lowering her head in thought for a moment before directing her gaze toward Jufeng.
Consequently, everyone in the room turned their attention to Jufeng.
The entire second floor fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
(To be continued)
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