Chapter 1005: Guessed Wrong?
“Sss...”
Chen Junnan thought for a long time, then looked at the people behind Wen Qiaoyun.
He felt that Wen Qiaoyun didn’t seem to be affected by his “psychological warfare.”
Thinking this, he could only slowly turn around, pull a chain out of his pocket, and grip the top with his palm. Then he turned back and said, “In that case, don’t say I’m bullying you.”
Although he was putting up a brave front, Chen Junnan was still a bit uncertain. If it came to pure intellectual combat and strategic games, that wasn’t really his forte.
If he had to choose, he’d rather trade insults.
“Bullying you? No, that won’t happen,” Wen Qiaoyun said with a smile. “For fairness, could you hold your hand out so I can take a look?”
Hearing this, Chen Junnan moved his hand holding the chain closer. Both of their fists were suspended in the air, the iron chains peeking out between their fingers.
Wen Qiaoyun stared at Chen Junnan’s fist for a while, then said softly, “Good. One round decides it. Who goes first?”
Chen Junnan steadied his mind and stared at Wen Qiaoyun’s slender fingers.
Although her fingers were clenched into a fist, her index and ring fingers bulged slightly.
This meant the character in her hand was likely wider in the middle and narrower at both ends.
Characters like “Chariot,” “Pawn,” or “Advisor”—all three would give that feeling of being wide in the middle and narrow at the ends.
But would Wen Qiaoyun be such an ordinary player?
A gamble where such an obvious flaw was visible reduced his chances of guessing correctly from one in seven to one in three.
If he didn’t strike first at this moment, he’d fall into her rhythm.
“I’ll guess first,” Chen Junnan said.
“No problem,” Wen Qiaoyun replied. “As long as you guess right, what I’m holding is yours. I won’t go back on my word.”
“Good. Same goes for me.”
Chen Junnan quickly furrowed his brow. He felt that racking his brain over her eyes, expressions, and hand details was more exhausting than just standing on the street yelling at someone.
“Wait...”
Chen Junnan’s heart sank.
He had already fallen into Wen Qiaoyun’s trap. A method he could think of... wouldn’t she have thought of it too?
Why was she so confident in coming forward to gamble with him...?
No matter what her “character” was, if she became the first to lose her “character,” the pressure on her team would skyrocket.
Moreover, Wen Qiaoyun represented the “strategist” of Chu Tianqiu’s faction. If a “strategist” lost in a “game” to the opponent, the team would immediately fall apart.
So if Wen Qiaoyun wanted to gamble at this moment, she had to ensure she couldn’t lose.
And looking at this strange gamble, there was only one way to remain undefeated.
That meant, in her hand...
“I guess you’re holding nothing at all,” Chen Junnan said seriously.
“Oh?” Wen Qiaoyun raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanged. “Are you sure?”
A simple questioning sentence made Chen Junnan hesitate again.
What had been somewhat certain now wavered in his mind, leaving him with only one thought—
“I really wish Old Qi would lend me his brain for a moment...”
“Ha.” Wen Qiaoyun chuckled lightly. “I warned you earlier. Want to change your answer now? There are five ‘opponents’ watching you. If you guess wrong, it’ll be quite embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing...?” Chen Junnan laughed too. “As long as I don’t lose my ‘character,’ that’s fine. Little lord fears many things, but losing face isn’t one of them.”
“Then you’re a strange person,” Wen Qiaoyun said.
“Thanks for the compliment,” Chen Junnan replied. “Face is an external possession.”
Wen Qiaoyun nodded and said, “I’ll give you one last chance. Is ‘nothing at all’ really the optimal answer right now? Want to change?”
“No,” Chen Junnan said. “Because this is the only way you can remain undefeated. No matter whether I guess right or wrong, I’ll never take your ‘character.’ So you’re just holding a chain, no ‘character.’”
Wen Qiaoyun smiled and turned her fist sideways, then opened her palm. Inside was indeed just a bare chain. The “character” had long been removed and was probably still in her pocket.
“You guessed right,” she said. “The chain is yours.”
“Damn...”
Chen Junnan let out a long breath, took the chain, cursed under his breath, and at the same time congratulated himself for using his brain temporarily and actually making it work.
But the next problem was tricky. Because he was also holding a bare chain. Even if both guessed correctly, they’d just exchange chains.
Although the gamble seemed even, his momentum had been suppressed by Wen Qiaoyun. This “psychological warfare” hadn’t achieved its best effect.
But if he thought from her perspective, this gamble was absolutely beneficial to Wen Qiaoyun and harmless. After all, she was gambling with a chain, so she couldn’t lose, and it would forcefully disrupt his “psychological warfare” rhythm.
“So you weren’t just here to gamble with me... you wanted to stabilize morale through this action?”
Countless thoughts flashed through Chen Junnan’s mind.
Could Qixia really handle the trio of Wen Qiaoyun, Yan Zhichun, and Chu Tianqiu alone?
Just then, Jin Yuanxun, who had gone to deliver the message, returned. He opened the door and stood behind Wen Qiaoyun, not knowing what was happening. Seeing everyone silent, he could only follow suit, standing aside quietly, watching Wen Qiaoyun and Chen Junnan.
“Hoo...” Chen Junnan raised his hand, placed it in front of Wen Qiaoyun, and shook his head. “Your turn. Don’t waste time. If we tie, it’s a fair exchange.”
Wen Qiaoyun was still smiling as she looked at Chen Junnan’s fist. She unhurriedly lowered her head, as if thinking.
This gesture made Chen Junnan uneasy again. It was such an obvious answer. He had already said “fair exchange,” yet she was still thinking.
What was she thinking about?
A few seconds later, Wen Qiaoyun reached out and touched Chen Junnan’s fist, saying softly, “I guess you’re ‘Cannon.’”
“Huh...?”
Chen Junnan was stunned, feeling like he had misheard.
“What did you say...?”
“I said you’re ‘Cannon.’”
“I’m ‘Cannon’...?”
In a daze, Chen Junnan almost felt like he really was holding a “Cannon.” After all, this was Wen Qiaoyun.
This was someone who had once reached the pinnacle of participants using only “strategy.”
Chen Junnan froze for a few seconds, then clenched his fist hard again, once more feeling the emptiness in his hand. Only then did he strengthen his conviction.
“How could little lord be ‘Cannon’... Are you serious?” Chen Junnan asked.
“Eh...?” Wen Qiaoyun’s expression clearly showed disappointment. “Guessed wrong? It’s not ‘Cannon’?”