Jingjing Runs for It

Inside Jingjing's room.

At that moment, she was wearing a Hanfu and sitting at her desk, carefully painting.

The scene on the paper resembled the one Yimo had seen earlier.

The background was also inside the Auditorium, with dim lighting.

Only, of the twelve players who had started, most had now been eliminated. Just a few remained, warily sizing one another up.

Among them, the most conspicuous was still Drunkard on the stage.

He waved his Conductor's Baton, his expression enraptured, while the corner of his eye watched Yimo down below, in the corner.

Yimo was also sizing him up, unmistakable hostility in his eyes.

The expressions of the figures in this painting were all exaggerated to some extent. Only Jingjing herself sat quietly in the middle of the audience, composed and seemingly uninvolved.

During this game, Jingjing painted whenever she had nothing to do.

She had already painted more than a dozen pictures.

She looked calmly at the painting she had just finished and said lightly, "With fewer players, painting doesn't seem as interesting as before."

Jingjing sighed softly, put down her brush, picked up the bowl of water beside her, and took a few sips. Then she checked the time.

It was already nearly eleven.

"It seems... a little late..."

"There probably aren't any players outside anymore."

Jingjing had something to do, but she had been so engrossed in painting that she hadn't noticed the time and had fallen behind.

"But it's fine."

As she spoke, Jingjing removed one of the hairpins in her hair.

Then she gently twisted it.

The hairpin was hollow.

She gently poured the powder inside into the water bowl beside her, which held only a little water. After screwing the hairpin shut, she stirred the water with it.

When she was done, she