Playing dice with me?
Truly overestimating himself, Jia Zheng chuckled, having waited too long for this moment. Time and again he had tried to take down Ye Fan, and time and again he had failed. Now, at last, he could make a move against Ye Fan.
In their university days, students often gambled with cards for money, but Ye Fan never joined in. Not only because he lacked the money, but also because he was never good at this sort of thing.
Now, in the Chess Room, Jia Zheng was surrounded by many strong players; picking anyone at random could easily handle Ye Fan. The self-righteous Jia Zheng was already calculating how to deal with Ye Fan, especially relishing the thought of Ye Fan groveling at his feet, begging him, which made Jia Zheng laugh out loud.
Ye Fan frowned as he looked at the foolish-looking Jia Zheng. What was this guy thinking? Why was he so happy? Did he think about eating shit?
