IQ?
The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, suddenly seeing the teenage girl on the opposite side tugging at her baseball cap, slightly raising her chin, with a cocky curve at the corner of her mouth. She lightly touched her temple with her index finger and then spread her hands in a helpless gesture, full of sarcasm.
In an instant, the middle-aged man’s anger shot to his head. He didn’t care that the person opposite was a girl; he grabbed the chips on the table and threw them at the girl, yelling, "I...damn...your mother!"
Screams filled the room, even Qu Ming couldn’t help but widen his eyes. When he realized the girl was the one he had just bumped into, he couldn’t control himself and broke free from Wen Yang to squeeze to the front.
"Qu Ming!"
Wen Yang frowned. Ignoring the people chasing them, he quickly squeezed through the crowd, rushing towards Qu Ming.
When Wen Yang reached Qu Ming, he found Qu Ming standing there with a dumbfounded expression. He paused, turned to look at the situation in front of him, and was stunned.
The girl remained unfazed, leaning back in her chair with her legs still propped on the table. Under the baseball cap, her red lips curved slightly as her fair, delicate hand toyed with the chip thrown by the middle-aged man.
Her small hand moved the chip skillfully, spinning it rapidly as if she were twirling a pen. She let out a light hum and said lazily, "Didn’t expect that besides having an IQ that makes people anxious, you’re quite satisfactory in other areas."
"For example..." Her red lips parted slightly, "You’re generous."
Looking at the number on the chip, the girl clicked her tongue, "A million, really generous. Thanks a lot for your generous donation, mister."
She then directly threw the chip into the pile of chips in front of her, mixing it with the ones she had already won.
Wen Yang narrowed his eyes at the girl’s actions, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. He turned to look at the worried-faced Qu Ming, raising an eyebrow, "Look at you, so worried. Don’t worry, your little angel here is quite the devil. If anything, we should call her a little demon."
Qu Ming glanced at Wen Yang, "You’re the smart one here!"
Wen Yang just shrugged at Qu Ming’s words, "You’re actually going against for a little girl, Ming. Where’s the love?"
"Don’t joke around at a ti like this!" Qu Ming shouted softly, turning his eyes back to the girl. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Actually, I don’t know either. I just have this inexplicable feeling of familiarity when I see her..."
"Maybe she’s your first love," Wen Yang teased.
Qu Ming just rolled his eyes at Wen Yang, no longer paying him any attention, focusing solely on the girl.
Maybe sensing the gaze, the girl looked towards the crowd. Upon seeing Qu Ming, she paused briefly. When she saw Wen Yang beside him, her eyes under the baseball cap brightened, but when she looked behind them, the brightness faded, gradually turning cold.
"Okay," she said, putting her legs down from the table and standing up straight. Her expression turned cold, her voice losing its lazy tone and becoming extrely chilly, "I don’t have ti to tangle with you here. A bet is a bet, that’s Dream Drunk’s rule. If you play, you have to be willing to lose, mister."
Raising her hand to call over the staff, she handed them the chips, "Please exchange these for cash, thank you."
"No way!" The middle-aged man slamd his hand on the table, pointing at the girl, "If you didn’t cheat, then let’s bet one more round!"
The girl waved a hand towards Qu Ming while lazily saying, "No ti."
"Bet all our chips!" The middle-aged man roared, "I have at least a hundred million here, bet or not!"
"A hundred million?" The girl’s movents paused, her eyes narrowing as a sly glint flashed by. Seeing Qu Ming’s surprised look at her, she blinked, then turned and sat back in her original seat, looking at the middle-aged man, "Bet."
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