A Generation's Prodigy

The spatial rift refused to appear, leaving Wang Ye and Maitreya floating in midair like two idiots, gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

No.

Not two people.

It was three Wang Yes, standing in three directions, all gazing affectionately at Maitreya.

It was hard to imagine what Maitreya was feeling right now.

That bastard had gone from one to three.

He did not even have the urge to curse anymore.

"How about we play some mahjong?"

"We're bored anyway."

After looking around and confirming that the bronze Buddha statue would not appear anytime soon, Wang Ye finally spoke hesitantly.

Maitreya looked at Wang Ye as though he were mentally disabled.

"You brought two clones to play mahjong with me?"

"Other than self-drawing within a very short time, do I have any chance of winning?"

"But I suggest you play Landlord instead."

Maitreya said gloomily.

Wang Ye was somewhat surprised. "You actually know how to play mahjong? You even know Landlord!"

"How much modern culture have you learned these past few days?"

Maitreya no longer had any interest in talking to Wang Ye and returned to his usual silence.

He felt that he was rather fond of acting.

He was always smiling pleasantly, but... when others already knew his true face, he could not be bothered to keep acting.

But Wang Ye...

He was clearly an incredibly scheming, shameless bastard.

Why did he insist on pretending to be such a naïve sweetheart?

It was not as though Maitreya did not know what kind of person he was. Putting on this act only made everyone awkward.

As more and more time passed,

Maitreya finally said, "You should have a way to directly tear open space, right?"

Maitreya had not forgotten how Wang Ye had appeared before him.

He had painstakingly filtered through