Chapter 78 Rock-paper-scissors (1/2)

Chapter 78: Rock-paper-scissors

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

”Drinking without a drinking game is always a little boring. How about we play a little game?” It only took a short while before Tang Zhenliu suggested a game.

”Drinking game? We have a kid here.” Qu wange rolled her eyes at Tang.

Tang winked at Fang Jingqi and the latter smiled and said, ”Wange, no worries. Nothing over the line. We are kid-friendly here.”

Fang Jingqi turned to ask Tang, ”How about red hands?”

When Fang Jingqi said these words, Han Sen was slightly startled. He thought that Fang was trying to set him up, but in fact, it seemed that he was setting Tang Zhenliu up.

Tang frowned. ”Red hands is too easy to play and not good for drinking. Let’s play ‘pouring the wine.’”

”Pouring the wine” suggested by Tang Zhenliu, was a game where two players sat across a table with a cup of wine and a plate on it. The two would play rock-paper-scissors first and the winner should grab the wine and pour it at the loser’s face. The loser needed to grab the plate and block the wine with it.

”Is this game appropriate?” Fang Jingqi only knew Hen Sen was good at red hands but wasn’t sure if he’d be good at this game.

”Well, you three play. I’ll take Yan to the gym.” Qu Wange was afraid that this would be a bad influence on the little girl and led her away.

With the ladies gone, Tang felt more at ease and challenged Han Sen, ”We are all men here so don’t be afraid of losing face. Do you dare to play or not?”

”Of course, but a game’s no fun without a bet,” Han Sen said.

Hearing Han Sen’s reply, Fang Jingqi was thrilled. He thought to himself, ”It seems Han Sen is confident. Tang, you are going to make a fool of yourself. I will record how miserable you are and show it to you if you dare to brag about yourself again.”

Tang rejoiced over Han Sen’s reply as well. He thought, ”Fortunately this kid does not know who I am, or he wouldn’t even dare to play with me, let alone to suggest a bet.”

”What’s the stake?” Tang Zhenliu pretended to be reserved.

”A hundred thousand per round.”

Han Sen was just concerned about the money to pay for Yan’s nutrition solutions and physician—more than one million per month was simply beyond an average household’s means.

He didn’t even have the number for the first month in his account and had to sell mutant creature meat back in God’s Sanctuary to come up with it.

But all he had left was mutant black stingers, and he didn’t really want to sell more after the 30 he sold to Qin Xuan. If the same creature appeared too often, its value would drop and people might think it was easy to hunt that creature.

So, Han Sen did not intend to sell mutant black stingers any more unless he had to.