If he was this consistently good, why gamble at all?
Just kidding. If he didn't gamble, how could he show off his skills?
He was bad at it, but he loved to play.
This was the last stubborn shred of his resistance to the Way of the Scholar.
Before preparing to roll the dice, he suddenly thought of something and turned to ask Shen Tang, "Young Master Shen, you know how to shake dice, right? Like this—"
As he spoke, the delicate little dice cup flew up and down between his fingers like a butterfly flitting through flowers. His movements were dazzling; every time, it seemed as though he was about to drop it, yet the cup remained obediently in his grasp. The dice inside struck one another with a crisp, rhythmic clatter. Combined with his technique, it was a delight to watch.
Shen Tang's gaze followed the cup in Kang Shi's hand, darting from side to side and up and down. From time to time, she looked surprised and curious. Seeing this, Kang Shi felt a secret delight in his heart. Why had he practiced this trick so hard? Wasn't it to make people think he was an experienced gambling god?
Clack—
The dice cup slipped from his long, slender fingers and landed steadily on the ground.
With Shen Tang and Kang Shi both watching tensely, Kang Shi slowly lifted the lid. The result came into view.
One, one, two. Four points in total.
Shen Tang: "???"
Ah, after all that flashy nonsense, this was it???
Seeing the dazed look of surprise on Shen Tang's face, just as he'd expected, Kang Shi's smile grew brighter. Though he lost every time he gambled, he simply loved seeing his fellow gamblers' astonished expressions. It offered a little comfort to his wounded