Adam: I Want 666!

Medical Center.

Adam's office.

Adam, Sheldon, Paige, having left the party, are playing chess and chatting here.

The atmosphere was very cheerful.

Emmm.

That's the case for most of them, at least.

"No, this isn't real!"

Sheldon looked at the utterly defeated chessboard and shook his head, unwilling to accept this outcome.

"I'm sorry, it's true."

Adam cheered, jumped up, raised his arms high, picked up Paige, spun her around a few times, and whispered in Paige's ear with a chuckle, "I won, do you stand by your word?"

"Of course it counts."

Paige laughed heartily, "Although there was an element of surprise, you did defeat Sheldon head-on in this intellectual game of chess. I'm proud of you, Adam Duncan, you're really different now."

"Tonight will definitely be different~"

Adam chuckled and said, "I'm proud of you too."

This time, Paige didn't ignore Adam's teasing as usual; instead, she looked back at Adam with her bright, sparkling eyes.

Clearly, Sheldon is a landmark in Paige's eyes; only by surpassing Sheldon can one truly enter Paige's vision and heart.

This round doesn't count!

Upon reviewing the incident, Sheldon immediately realized that it was all due to his carelessness that Adam had ambushed him, and he immediately shouted unhappily, "I wasn't paying attention!"

"A win is a win, and a loss is a loss!"

Adam put Paige down and looked at Sheldon with a grin. "How can it not count!"

"We'll win two out of three games."

Sheldon said urgently.

He couldn't accept that he had been defeated by Adam.

Because he clearly remembered that Adam was just a stupid Earthling in his eyes back then.

If he accepts the fact that he was defeated by Adam, then what is he?

"I'm not going to stop."

Adam shook his head. "We've already won, it's pointless."

As he spoke, he put his arm around Paige and wanted to go home.

What a joke! He's already earned Paige's praise, and now it's the perfect time to go to the starry sky and redeem the grand prize. He has no interest in playing chess with Sheldon.

If they lose this time, and Paige's bright eyes dim, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

"Fight him!"

Paige reached out and nudged Adam, grinning, "There's no punishment for losing, but there's a reward for winning."

"Real?"

Adam was taken aback. "What if I win again?"

"Rewards can be stacked."

Paige smiled and encouraged her.

Awoo!

Adam seemed to hear the incessant howling of wolves.

"Sheldon!"

Adam is pointing at Sheldon.

"What?"

Sheldon was a little confused.

"Don't go! Let's fight until dawn!"

Adam flashed a bright, Old Bai smile.

"You agree to continue?"

Sheldon was overjoyed.

"Certainly!"

Adam, head held high, declared, "Forget best two out of three, let's go straight for best five out of nine! I'm going to have a 666 tonight! Anyone want to join?"

"Certainly!"

Spurred on by Adam's fighting spirit, Sheldon raised his head and declared, "You can't beat me!"

"What are you winning? Why all the commotion?"

Missy walked in at that moment.

"Get out of here!"

"Leave me alone!"

Adam and Sheldon glanced at her simultaneously, then sat down at the chessboard and began their game.

"..."

Missy looked so wronged, gazing pitifully at Paige.

Unfortunately, Paige just smiled at her and looked away at the chessboard.

In chess, there is a time limit. There is usually a timer on the side. When a player finishes their move, they tap the timer to record the time they used.

In each round, both sides have a limited amount of time to think; there is a total limit, which inevitably involves the issue of how to allocate thinking time.

To show off their intelligence, Sheldon and Adam naturally started by playing fast chess, making their moves without thinking and then pressing the timer button next to them.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

One is innate great wisdom.

One is the day after tomorrow's big cheater.

A wide-eyed, angry stare.

A Buddha holding up a flower.

One is for their own pride.

One reason is for their own pride.

It was truly a fierce battle.

When Sheldon gets serious, his IQ of 187 immediately comes into play.

Adam's IQ of 182 was also running at full speed in pursuit of six times the happiness.

Nobody wants to lose!

Everyone has the determination and belief to win!

After the initial rapid pace of the game, the two players slowed down as the game progressed, keeping their eyes glued to the board, their super brains operating at full capacity.

You predicted it!

I predicted your prediction!

Then I'll predict your predictions of mine!

Before the timer runs out, endless nesting dolls!

Paige watched with a smile on her face, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Missy watched for a while, then looked away out of boredom. She gazed longingly at her former best friend and said with a slightly humble smile, "Paige, it's been a long time."

"Um."

Paige glanced at her.

"How come your skin is so good?"

Missy, eager to attract Paige's attention, flattered her, "Your skin is unbelievably delicate. What makeup are you using?"

At first, she tried to please him, but after looking closely, she was surprised to find that she didn't need to say anything insincere or exaggerated.

Because Paige's face was so fair and rosy that it would leave a red mark if touched even slightly.

"I didn't use any makeup."

Paige shook her head.

"Impossible!"

Missy exclaimed, "That's impossible!"

Emmm.

To be honest, she couldn't help but exaggerate a bit in order to rekindle their past friendship.

"I stopped lying a long time ago."

Paige glanced at Missy again.

But then she remembered how she had taught Missy to lie during her period of moral decline, and how she had almost taken Missy to steal things. Now, in a great mood, seeing Missy like this, she said a few more words.

"First, I'm too lazy to use it, and second, Adam doesn't like it either. He always talks about 'Phoebe,' saying that the natural state is the most beautiful."

"But your skin is just so good."

Missy was delighted to see Paige talking to her. "It feels even better than when you were a child, which is unbelievable."

Time is a cruel mistress.

Everyone's skin is at its best during childhood.

As we age, exposure to wind and sun, unhealthy eating and sleeping habits, a slower metabolism, and other factors combine to gradually worsen our skin.

Especially Western girls.

They developed early, and they aged early too.

Twelve or thirteen years old is a very clear dividing line for Western girls.

Missy remembers what Paige looked like when she was around ten years old.

That should have been the peak of Paige's skin.

But now, seven or eight years have passed, and Paige is almost nineteen years old. Her skin has not only not declined, but has even surpassed its peak condition when she was in her teens. This is unacceptable to her, who has normal skin.

Is it better than when I was a child?

Paige was taken aback.

You wouldn't know unless you mentioned it.

It was quite a shock.

Missy enlightened Paige, whose super brain quickly projected her appearance over the years and analyzed it carefully frame by frame.

Then she realized there was a problem.

Missy is really not exaggerating.

Her skin does indeed seem to be getting better and better, as if it's aging in reverse.

All of this happened after she turned eighteen, which is in the last six months or so.

Paige glanced thoughtfully at Adam, who was engrossed in playing chess.

P. S.: Thanks to Rest Hehe for the donation! Only 2 chapters today, please forgive me! Hmm, I'm used to three updates a day, but I suddenly find two updates to be so easy and comfortable... No, I'll do my best to get back to three updates tomorrow. When I first went on sale, I thought I could update four times a day. But my laziness keeps slipping away, and I might end up updating only once or even not at all. Reading is definitely much more enjoyable than writing.