Grassland Chase Game 3

"J-Jiang Wangshu, you're not joking, are you?"

Jiang Wangshu watched Jimo walk over to investigate and said coldly, "Didn't you notice the blue team was missing someone?"

Jimo went to the door and lifted the plastic turf, revealing a special student curled up inside, trembling.

"You can come out now."

A special student exclaimed, "Wang Yue! Why were you hiding there?"

Wang Yue had kept the five name tags clutched to his chest safe, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He glanced at the person on horseback and asked nervously, "Wangshu, did we win?"

"Yeah. At least we didn't lose."

Wang Yue breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly crawled out, nearly falling to his knees when his legs gave way.

The moment Jiang Wangshu received the card, he quickly spotted a glimmer of hope in the brief set of game rules.

That door was the butcher's exit, so he had Wang Yue hide beside it.

Once the butcher came out, he certainly wouldn't search the area carefully again and would most likely focus on Jiang Wangshu.

Sure enough, Wang Yue escaped the butcher's pursuit.

As the group neared the starting point, Jimo returned to the pavilion ahead of them and silently resumed his place beside the sofa.

Ke Yueyi glanced at him. "What took you so long?"

Jimo rubbed his stomach. "My stomach was bothering me."

Ke Yueyi looked away. "There are chairs over there."

Jimo eagerly fetched a small stool from nearby and sat down.

A little while later, the special students finally arrived.

As soon as they entered the rest area, they were met with hostile looks from all sides. Jiang Wangshu ignored the looks and handed the name tags to the host.

The host looked surprised. After a pause, he accepted them and began announcing the result of the game.

5:5.

Both teams had five name tags, making it a tie.

Once everything was settled, the special students smiled with relief at having survived the ordeal.

This was the best outcome for the special students. Even if they had won, punishing the student council would have been an extremely challenging matter.

Jimo glanced at the man on the sofa. He Zhenglin's expression was unreadable, and Jimo felt as though he was about to crush the wineglass in his hand.

He was clearly furious.

A victory that had been in the bag had somehow ended in a tie.

Huang Zhenghao had messed everything up. He glanced cautiously at the man on the sofa. "Brother Zhenglin."

Chen Ziwu complained under his breath, "It's all because that special student cheated. We caught almost all of their people, but he actually had one person hide with five name tags. That's completely unreasonable."

"Oh?" He Zhenglin propped up his face and looked at them.

"Yes, that's exactly what happened!"

More and more red team members joined in the accusations, all talking at once.

The special students turned pale and lowered their heads.

Chen Ziwu grabbed Wang Yue and pulled him forward. "Come on, explain yourself. Did you fucking cheat and hide the name tags on the sly?"

Suddenly dragged forward, Wang Yue went blank. He stammered, his face flushing red, and couldn't get his explanation out for a long time.

Jiang Wangshu looked straight at them. "Let him go. Who says we cheated?"

Wang Yue gave Jiang Wangshu a grateful look, but Jiang Wangshu didn't look at him.

"First, we completed the task within the allotted time. Second, the rules only required the name tags to be kept in pockets. We put them in one person's pockets, which isn't against the rules."

If anyone was to blame, it was them for making unreasonable game rules.

Jiang Wangshu sat on horseback, his profile looking a little cold in the dim light. But the way he argued his case was extremely captivating, and his dark eyes were shining.

Jimo's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at He Zhenglin.

Sure enough, He Zhenglin sat up straight, his eyes showing even greater interest.

This is bad. He's obviously even more interested in Jiang Wangshu now.

He Zhenglin stared at Jiang Wangshu for a while, then suddenly said, "Huang Zhenghao, you have to accept the result of a bet."

When He Zhenglin spoke, everyone came back to their senses.

Even if some members of the student council were dissatisfied, they couldn't very well say anything more.

Huang Zhenghao lowered his head. "Yes."

"But a tie is tricky to deal with."

Huang Zhenghao immediately caught on. "Young Master He, it's still early. Why don't we play another round?"

Early, my ass!

Jimo frowned. It was nearly eight already. They might have it easy, but none of the special students had eaten dinner yet.

Seeing that He Zhenglin was about to agree, Jimo hurriedly spoke up.

"Young Master He, it's getting late, and Jiang Wangshu has clearly injured his waist. He really shouldn't play any more games."

He Zhenglin asked, "Weren't you here the whole time? How do you know?"

Jimo kept a calm expression. "He kept holding his waist just now. I saw it."

He Zhenglin gave Ke Yueyi a meaningful look. "You certainly care about him."

"We're all classmates, after all."

"Now you're making it sound like I don't care about my classmates," He Zhenglin said. "In that case, I'll give you a chance to show how much you care. Go take his place."

"Huh?"

Before Jimo could make sense of He Zhenglin's outrageous move, he heard him speak again.

"As for the punishment, if you lose, your good friend will have to put on a bunny girl outfit and serve the guests at my birthday party."

His words caused a stir. The student council members whispered among themselves, their gazes turning lewd as they looked at Jiang Wangshu.

Looking at him that way, this special student had fair, clean-cut features, a pair of big eyes and a slender figure. He would look good dressed as a woman.

Someone this stubborn—what fun would it be to beat him? Breaking his proud spirit would be much more interesting.

At that moment, most of the student council members had the same thought:

Young Master He really knew how to have fun.

Jimo turned to look at Jiang Wangshu and saw him glaring at He Zhenglin, his eyes practically freezing over.

Jiang Wangshu enunciated every word. "I refuse!"

Winning once had been a stroke of luck, but after the previous game, they would surely fix the bug in the racetrack chase game. It would be hard to exploit a loophole this time.

"Yeah."

Jimo stood up. "I don't even know how to play. What fun is there in bullying me? Wouldn't that just be sending me in to feed?"

He Zhenglin said mildly, "You don't have to play. We'll just treat it as a forfeit and count it as your loss."

Seeing that obnoxious look on his face, Jimo ground his teeth with hatred. He wondered whether he would ever get a chance to pull a sack over the man's head and beat him up.

Ke Yueyi suddenly spoke, his tone indifferent. "If you want to play, go ahead."

Wait, but I don't want to.

The host's voice rang out. "We'll take a half-hour break. There are pastries and snacks here to help you replenish your energy. See you in half an hour."

A soothing melody echoed across the racetrack as background music.

Jiang Wangshu was helped down from the horse, and a physical therapist from the racetrack immediately came over with equipment to massage him. It seemed to hurt badly, and Jiang Wangshu's face was deathly pale.

Jimo watched for a while, then suddenly said, "Fine, but I want to compete against him one-on-one."

The people on the sofa looked over.

At the end of his pointing finger was Chen Ziwu, standing among the crowd.

Noticing that the area had fallen silent in an instant, Chen Ziwu turned in surprise, a piece of pastry still between his lips.