Chapter Three

"Repeating a win or draw in the Third Round will result in death!"

"For example, if you use paper to draw in any earlier round, then after winning, you absolutely cannot win with paper again in the Third Round, or draw with it!"

"The reason is simple."

"The Hag once said, (Win against me three times.) Those three times aren't merely the three victories we initially understood them to be. They correspond to the three gestures, and each one must win once!"

"So!"

"Our only option is: paper-scissors, rock-rock, paper-paper! In the Third Round, we must preserve one gesture that hasn't been repeated!"

"That said, although the blond-haired man is stupid enough, his theory might work too. We really do need to stall for time, and we need a draw."

"Without a draw, there's no way for us to skip the repetition phase."

"However, we must avoid the trap I mentioned."

Everyone wore solemn expressions and thought at top speed.

Watching their reactions, the youth named Li Shouyi folded his arms in satisfaction, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

However, when he saw Lin An, who was completely out of place among the others and had been hiding in the corner with his eyes shut, he couldn't help feeling somewhat displeased.

Playing dead? Pretending to be asleep?

Or is he secretly listening?

He let out a cold laugh.

In his judgment, Lin An was waiting for the people in front to find a solution.

Before they obtained the correct answer, he had simply chosen to "hide" to avoid serving as a guinea pig.

When one wasn't confident in oneself, this was indeed the correct approach.

After realizing this, the youth's competitive nature took over, and he couldn't resist whistling at Fiona.

"Hey, big-breasted girl."

"Why are you guarding that