If you didn't want to lose, then you shouldn't have gambled.
"How did Ji Qiwei get upset..." Ms. Jiang Xuan stared at the television screen in distress.
A dejected expression hung on her plain yet adorable little face—the kind that made people wonder whether she was even an adult—while mist naturally clouded her big azure eyes.
She had probably thrown away two weeks' worth of allowance. Otherwise, she would have been even sadder. Just like in her previous life, she was a little gambler... Jiang Han guessed.
In her previous life, Jiang Han remembered Jiang Xuan had loved using her secret stash of money to buy football pools.
Her luck had been a little bad, though.
On the Night of Istanbul, she had bet on AC Milan beating Liverpool 3–0...
"The next match is on." Jiang Han shifted her attention and changed the subject along with it. "Who are these two witches?"
"Ah, they're..."
Jiang Xuan turned her attention back to the competition and began introducing the contestants to Jiang Han one by one. What surprised Jiang Han somewhat was this:
Today's Witch Masters Tournament schedule had an obvious disparity in strength. After hearing the introductions and past records, one could immediately tell which side held the advantage.
Then dark horses began appearing one after another. Out of eight matches, only one had not ended in an upset; every other favorite lost.
It made Jiang Han a little suspicious.
Then came the team matches. The nation's second-ranked Fow Minotaur Team was bloodily reverse-swept by the thirteenth-ranked Cip Hunters Team. In the 3v3, Fow's star player landed a precise Finger of Death on a teammate, instantly turning a three-on-one into a two-on-one. After that, she ran face-first into a meteor, leaving the bewildered support player in a one-on-one against the