She wasn’t just shaking the dice cup; it was a display, a display of beauty.
Every move seed to carry a magical rhythm, captivating everyone so much that they couldn’t look away.
Watching Sophie Wilson’s actions was a form of enjoynt; they never realized that shaking dice could look so beautiful.
With a snap, Hayley Cole and Sophie’s dice cups landed almost simultaneously.
Hayley quickly uncovered her cup—six six six six six.
Hayley stared at Sophie, with a cold smile she said, "I wonder how you can get more than this."
"Sorry, but I really did get more than you," Sophie chuckled and started to uncover her cup.
This ti, everyone was puzzled; five dice, the maximum was five sixes, how could Sophie possibly have more than Hayley?
Everyone’s curiosity was piqued, and they craned their necks to see.
The dice cup slowly revealed its contents, hearts were pounding in tension, so even swallowed hard, but no one dared to blink.
The dice appeared one by one—six, six, six, six, six... Just like Hayley’s... Before anyone could figure it out, the cup was fully uncovered—a one?!
How was there a one?
Everyone was stunned, the nearest person to the table exclaid, "The dice split in half!"
After the exclamation, everyone noticed that one of the dice had split in two, with one side showing six and the other side showing one.
The silence was thick enough that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was bewildered.
Could dice be played this way?
During the dice shaking, how did Sophie control the dice to split into two, and precisely keep the points she needed?
More importantly, the split dice were different in weight and shape, how did Sophie control them to still show the points she wanted?
Thinking of the difficulty, everyone awkwardly swallowed, secretly relieved they weren’t competing with Sophie; otherwise, wouldn’t that be asking for trouble?
At the sa ti, everyone considered another point—the first two rounds... Sophie intentionally beat Hayley by a little each ti.
Hayley always finished first, and then Sophie would stop shaking the dice cup.
This ant that Sophie not only could roll any points she wanted, but she could accurately judge the points Hayley had rolled by listening to the sounds from her dice cup.
Damn!
Is Sophie even human?
Compared to the crowd’s shock, Hayley felt her blood drain, leaving her cold and numb, her mind blank.
How was this possible?
How could this happen?
"Young Master Bright..." David Green stamred, "Uh... Does your cousin need a leg accessory?"
Suddenly, he wanted to hug her thigh, but what could he do?
Kai Bright: "..."
"If you’re not afraid of being beaten to death by Charles Seymour, go ahead and hug." Kai "honestly" suggested.
David: "..."
Can we still be good brothers happily?
That’s too harsh!
"Alright, Miss Cole, where’s your apology?" Sophie put down the dice cup, smiling at Hayley, "You better not go back on your word."
Hayley gritted her teeth hard, almost grinding them to dust.
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