Jiang Lu felt somewhat helpless. She parted her lips slightly, but ultimately chose silence.
Why did Senior Sister Liu still not realize that everyone could see straight through her white-lotus act?
When Liu Qingqing saw that Jiang Lu did not respond, she lifted her eyes slightly and caught the trace of helplessness in Jiang Lu's gaze, tinged with pity.
Her eyes trembled faintly. She knew it—Junior Sister Jiang understood her.
Seeing her expression suddenly turn excited, Jiang Lu inwardly cried that things were bad. Senior Sister Liu isn't about to talk herself into something again, is she?
Before the thought could even settle, a warm, soft body threw itself at her and pulled her tightly into an embrace.
Caught completely off guard, Jiang Lu stiffened all over. Panicked, she rapidly blinked at Fu Yao in the distance, silently begging for help.
Seeing this, Fu Yao pressed her lips together against a laugh and gently shook her head. She simply turned and strolled away, thinking that Jiang Lu should be able to soothe Junior Sister Liu over such a small matter.
Watching Fu Yao's retreating figure slip away without hesitation, Jiang Lu nearly burst into tears. She could only raise a hand and awkwardly pat Liu Qingqing's back, speaking with a touch of helplessness as she clumsily consoled her:
"Senior Sister Liu, Senior Sister Fu didn't mean any harm. Think about it—we definitely have to hold on until the end. If we lose, how embarrassing would that be?"
When she saw Xi Siyu and the other person approaching, she immediately shot them a look.
After watching Liu Qingqing and her group depart, Jiang Lu let out a long breath of stifled air. Not daring to linger, she hurried toward the chess room to find her master, Ye Qing.
With the competition