"Hold on, I need to warm up,"
Chu Chen suddenly called out, he squeezed his fists, swung his arms, and then performed a set of never before seen punches on the platform before he spoke, "Okay, let's go."
The siblings stood opposite each other again, staring into each other's eyes without making a move for a long time.
It seemed that both were guessing at the other's thoughts, trying to predict what the other would choose.
Watching the tension-filled siblings, everyone was a bit dumbfounded.
Rock-paper-scissors, purely a game of luck, what does warming up have to do with anything?
This little kid's thoughts are really impossible to guess.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
This time, both siblings spoke very slowly, their eyes unblinkingly fixed on each other, the air seemed filled with tension.
This made the initially spectating crowd also unconsciously hold their breath, not daring to exhale.
Swish!
The siblings simultaneously swung their small hands, freezing in mid-air.
