Qiann Yan’s gaze remained on the boy’s face, still lazy in deanor, his eyes continuously observing the 11 cages covered by black cloth.
But after looking around, he answered, "Number 6."
No one was surprised that he made the decision so quickly, this was A9.
"A9 player, are you sure you choose number 6?"
The boy replied decisively without hesitation, "I’m sure."
The other cages sank into the ground and disappeared, leaving only number 6. The black cloth was slowly lifted, revealing an expected emptiness inside.
"Congratulations, A9 player, you’ve answered correctly. You are awarded 11,000 points."
The number 6 cage sank into the ground and vanished, and the boy was transported outside the area.
Once again, the sound of flipping cards and selecting players to play echoed, leaving the crowd no ti to cheer for the boy, instead filling them with tension.
Any player who hasn’t played today might be chosen; it felt like the sound of life and death.
"How on earth did he do it?"
"It’s simply unbelievable. All 11 cages were covered in black cloth, and from such a distance, there’s no way he could know what was inside, right?"
"So, he really was just lucky."
The ones discussing it were the other team mbers standing with Qiann Yan.
The boy had already walked over from afar, and though everyone said he was lucky, he didn’t seem happy at all.
As the boy approached, the crowd held their breath.
They couldn’t understand why the boy looked so upset, as if soone owed him five million, and he seed cold, as though displeased with everyone.
"Geniuses always have a bit of a temper," soone whispered.
The boy glanced at the person, making them quickly shut up, looking at him with a bit of fear.
He didn’t seem to mind, slowly walking past these people.
When he paused in front of Qiann Yan, he couldn’t help but linger, his eyes sweeping over her face, which remained so calm, as if he was an ordinary person.
"You..." The boy found himself at a loss for words, unsure of what to ask this weak girl.
Should he ask why she looked at him with such indifference? Wouldn’t that be too pretentious, too full of himself?
Jing XiYuaan’s eyes were cautious as he blocked Qiann Yan: "I wonder what you intend to do?"
In Jing XiYuaan’s mind, he had already considered Qiann Yan his possession, uncomfortable with soone looking at her like that.
The boy glanced at Qiann Yan, then at the possessive Jing XiYuaan, scoffing and rolling his eyes, he left with his hands in his pockets.
Jing XiYuaan looked displeased. After the boy left, he said to Qiann Yan, "We should stay away from him, regardless of whether he’s an experienced player. I’m worried he might have bad intentions towards you."
Qiann Yan replied casually, "Okay."
"Yanyan, trust , we’ll get out of here," Jing XiYuaan promised fervently, "Once we do, we’ll get married."
"If you don’t mind, we can even get married here first," he added, speaking softly, "I’m really afraid of losing you."
People around them started to chi in, and Qiann Yan’s eyes rarely showed a faint smile. This smile seed to encourage Jing XiYuaan, who looked at her expectantly, waiting for her answer.
"Let’s talk after we get out. Now’s not the ti for this," Qiann Yan said, her voice a mix of coldness and weakness.
Jing XiYuaan wasn’t surprised by her response: "Alright, we won’t discuss it now. We will get out."
Fang Qing stood in the corner, watching Jing XiYuaan’s affection with jealousy.
Why are Jing XiYuaan’s eyes always filled with Ling Qianyan?
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