Ten Day Ultimatum Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Mouse’s Ga

"Don–Don’t be so ridiculous!" Mister Black Goat was startled. "Your mask slls horrible; can you please not disgust ?"

"I don't care." Mister Snake shook his head. "If you don't help her, I'll disgust you to death."

Mister Tiger didn’t seem to want their help. He simply stood up, grabbed my hand, and said, "Little Mouse, you don't need those two idiots to help you. Laozi will personally co up with a ga for you!"

He dragged over to a nearby desk, sat down, then picked up a pen and paper, deep in thought.

A few minutes passed, and he hadn't written a single word.

"Shit..." He slowly inhaled, then said, "Sandbag Toss and Hopscotch won't work... I wonder if (Chinese) Hacky Sack* will...?"

(TLN: Hacky Sack is the anglicized term; Jianzi / 毽子 is the traditional ga)

"Don’t be ridiculous!" Mister Snake waved his hand dismissively. "Are you trying to personally send this girl to her death?"

"You–!" Mister Tiger angrily shook his head. "How am I sending her to her death?"

"Stop just thinking about what your daughter likes to play. You need to see what {Mouse} is suited for!" Mister Snake shook his head, then looked at Mister Black Goat. "Mortal Goat, help them out already."

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"Then I'll be hugging you~!" Mister Snake said.

"You..." Mister Black Goat looked like he had been hugged by Mister Snake before. He was clearly scared of that threat.

Mister Black Goat walked over to Mister Tiger's side and snatched the pen and paper from his hands. "Truly all roar and no bite—you ca up with {Hacky Sack}? Why not suggest playing with Cat's Cradle?"

"Cradle my ass..." Mister Tiger's temper was really short, and he was about to explode.

"Mister... um... it's not nice to curse..." I tugged at him.

"Ah...?" Mister Tiger paused for a mont, then stared at with his eyes darting all over the place. "I—I didn't curse, this... this is just a greeting..."

I blinked. He clearly sounded like he was cursing just now... how did that turn into a greeting?

Mister Tiger stared at for a while, then his tone softened. "Alright, alright... it's my fault, I won't say it again."

Mister Black Goat paid him no mind, took a seat at the table, looked at , and said, "Child, co here. I have several questions for you."

"Ah...?" I slowly walked up to him, nervously glancing at him.

"Where did you put on your mask?" Mister Black Goat's voice was calm, without any hint of emotion.

"I think it was in a warehouse..."

"A warehouse?" Mister Black Goat picked up a pen and began sketching a large room on the paper with swift strokes. "Like this kind of warehouse?"

Mister Black Goat was good at drawing, but it seed a bit different from the warehouse I rembered.

"Mister, the space didn't seem that big... it was a very small warehouse."

He nodded and took out a second sheet of paper, sketching a smaller room.

"Is this what it looked like?" he muttered to himself as he added a few shelves. "Were there many things in the warehouse?"

"I don't think there were many..." I replied in a quiet voice, "There were just a few shelves by the wall."

"Were there things on the shelves?"

"I... I think there were so boxes, but I don't know what was inside."

Mister Black Goat quickly drew two people in the warehouse, thought for a mont, then started writing sothing beside the drawing: "Tentative title: Ga of Trust."

"I have an idea," Mister Black Goat said. "Child, co here. I'll tell you the rules."

"Oh..." I walked over to Mister Black Goat and glanced at the small room and figures he had drawn.

"The ga requires two people to participate. The admission will be two {Dào} per person," Mister Black Goat said as he wrote. "The two people stand inside and ask each other about their secrets. Especially the secrets they'd rather not bring up..."

"And then?" Mister Tiger asked.

"We can lie in the rules. The winning conditions for the two people are different: one has to tell the truth, while the other has to lie."

"Oh?" Mister Tiger stroked his chin. "Playing dirty, huh?"

"No, it's rely a goat’s characteristic," Mister Black Goat shook his head. "While the two people tear each other's masks apart, they also expose the ugliest side of human nature."

Mister Tiger nodded. "You're indeed clever, punk."

"Flattery will get you nowhere. I’m simply sharper than you."

"Oh..." Mister Tiger nodded, but soon felt sothing was off. "But this ga you designed has nothing to do with {Mouse}...this is clearly a Goat-Category ga?!"

"You're being unreasonable," Mister Black Goat sighed. "The ga takes place in the warehouse, how is that not {Mouse}-Category?"

"Bullsh..." Mister Tiger seed like he wanted to say sothing, but after glancing at , he changed his words. "You're talking nonsense!"

Mister Tiger grabbed the pen and paper and said, "Besides, this ga is way too hard. Let change it for you!"

He scratched out all of Mister Black Goat's rules and wrote down a new set.

"Four people participate, two per team. The team that grabs the vase in the center of the warehouse wins. All ans are allowed, and the weapons will be provided by the umpire..."

Mister Snake couldn't sit still anymore. "Oh, stop it! You have the nerve to criticize others? Fighting in the warehouse and you call that {Mouse}-related?"

"What of it?" Mister Tiger retorted. "Does that an {Mouse} doesn't have to fight for territory?"

"Fight for territory, my foot!" Mister Snake snatched the paper back. "You guys are just leading the kids astray. This matter still has to be handled by ."

He picked up the pen and crossed out Mister Tiger's rules. "Listen to , okay? Once the participant enters the warehouse, lock the door with five locks. Each of the five keys corresponds to a question. If you answer correctly, you get the key. They are..."

The three misters went back and forth, each of them taking turns, making sure their ideas were heard. The entire night passed without sleep.

They filled sheet after sheet with rules, and several tis, it seed like they were about to start fighting.

It wasn’t until dawn that they handed a jumbled-up manuscript, and the ga written on it was so confusing that I couldn’t even understand it.

At that mont, the door opened, and White Goat gege walked in.

He always seems to stand apart from others. His clothes were extrely clean, and the fur on his face was very white, but there was always a sense of aloofness around him.