Nangong Jin stared hopefully at Di Mingzhe and Di Mingjue, wishing that they too hadn't declared a win.
Please, let it not be just him who hadn't declared a win.
But to his disappointment, Di Mingzhe and Di Mingjue each pushed their cards forward, announcing their ready-to-win hands.
Nangong Jin blinked awkwardly, suddenly feeling doomed.
"Xiaojin, did you not learn?" Di Mingzhe kindly asked.
Nangong Jin's stylish thin lips slightly drooped, and he had no choice but to nod, admitting he hadn't learned.
Di Mingjue raised his eyebrows, instantly delighted, and said leisurely, "Then choose, you still have a pair of pants to take off, plus you must face two penalties."
"Either pluck two leg hairs or do a thousand one-handed push-ups," Di Mingchen kindly suggested with a laugh.
The three brothers all became cheerful, unanimously looking at Nangong Jin, their normally stoic faces now filled with smiles.
All at once, Nangong Jin felt an immense pressure.
