Jian Qing led Jian Luo back to the pavilion, Bai Jue handed his own game console to Jian Qing, then walked over to Black Jack's side to watch the battle.
Same old rules, best two out of three.
As Jian Qing and Black Jack competed, Bai Jue, who was watching from the side, also became nervous. In contrast, Jian Luo sat on the stone bench, swinging his legs in the air, nibbling on the dim sum that Jian Qing had just given him.
After a while, the three rounds of the game concluded.
Jian Qing won two rounds, Black Jack only won one.
Bai Jue's gaze toward Jian Qing grew even more complicated. When he played games with Black Jack, it was often Black Jack who won more. Now Black Jack had lost to a girl even younger than them, which was truly unbelievable.
Who exactly was this Jian Qing?
"You can go now," Jian Qing put down the game console and said indifferently, without a trace of joy at having won on her face.
