Everyone knew the difference between a chicken pecking at rice and a sandpiper fighting with a clam.
So before the second game started, as soon as Song Qingyou put on her headphones and turned her back to them, Tang Zinian couldn't wait to form a clique.
"We can't go on like this. We'll definitely lose."
He lowered his voice. "Why don't we guarantee that Old Xu will win?"
"You mean…" Shu Ling paused. "Cheating?"
"How can you say it's cheating? This is our strategy! It's not like I'm drawing randomly. I just want to draw it a little more ridiculous…"
Zhao Yingnan frowned. "This isn't good, right? This is unfair to Qingyou."
"Damn! I know it's unfair, but I just want to win once. Moreover, it's already the third day. If Sister Qingyou gets all the clues, do we still have any hope of winning?"
