Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 32 - 31: The Fairy’s Aura

Chapter 32: Chapter 31: The Fairy’s Aura

It’s 2014, and the “Red Wall Emperor” hasn’t yet declared online with that overwhelming bravado, “No worries, I’ll make a move.”

Thus, when Cheng Zhu suddenly made such a statement, both Jiang Wanzhou and Shen Minglang couldn’t help but widen their eyes and exchange glances.

Jiang Wanzhou thought to himself, “Has he lost his mind?”

Meanwhile, Shen Minglang thought, “Note this down in my little notebook; this phrase is so pretentious!”

Lin Lu was a voice actress, having provided voices for some domestic animations; she was also a seasoned anime fan.

She was lively and full of energy, and definitely had a bit of that “chuunibyou” trait in her.

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And wouldn’t you know it, when Cheng Zhu suddenly blurted out “No worries, I’ll make a move,” she actually found him pretty cool!

No choice, the atmosphere had built up to this point, and Cheng Zhu was bearing the team’s greatest pressure.

Under such circumstances, to still utter such words, one could say his swagger was almost spilling over.

On Liu Hongjing’s side, he was outright dumbfounded.

“What did he say? What was he even saying just now?” He couldn’t wrap his head around it, wondering where on earth this high school graduate got his courage from, Liang Jingru would even say he could really pose.

The guy with glasses sitting next to him whispered quietly, “So funny, so young yet so boastful.”

These guys felt that if Cheng Zhu could beat Liu Hongjing, that would be considered a victory.

A one versus eight, wishful thinking!

Cheng Zhu swapped places with Lin Lu and sat on the seat designated for PKing.

He picked up the dice cup and one by one placed the dice inside.

After doing all that, he held up the cup to Lin Lu and said, “Come on, blow some ‘fairy breath’ into it.”

“What?” Lin Lu didn’t expect him to still play such childish tricks at this time.

“Just blow. You’re the rookie, with the rookie’s aura. Don’t disbelieve it, my luck gets better.”

The whole crowd was waiting for him to roll the dice, yet he adamantly didn’t, teasingly staring at Lin Lu’s little face with a faint smile.

“Oh my! Fine fine fine!” Realizing everyone was waiting, Lin Lu quickly puckered her tender little lips and blew into the cup, “Hoo—”

At that moment, Cheng Zhu finally, with a satisfied expression, started shaking the dice.

Before looking at his specific numbers, he even told his teammates sitting next to him, “Don’t look at my dice. I always feel like there’s a mole in our team, signaling to the other side. Otherwise, we couldn’t lose so many times.”

The people opposite were speechless.

Seriously, is his brain malfunctioning?

Damn it, he’s really making a show of everything!

Liu Hongjing couldn’t help remarking, “Little Cheng, couldn’t it be because I’m just good with the dice?”

Cheng Zhu ignored him.

Who who is calling it Little Cheng here?

He silently opened the dice cup, glanced at his numbers, then gently closed it.

Right now, the dice game they were playing was called “Bluff,” also known as “067.”

In a one-on-one matchup, each person would hold five dice, unaware of each other’s numbers.

When all five dice are shaken together, scoring a 1 in a condition where no previous calls were made serves as a wildcard, replacing any number from 2 to 6. For instance, if you rolled 11223, that would mean you have four 2s and three 3s.

If the five dice produce numbers like 12345, which have no duplicate numbers, it’s called a “Sequence,” signifying you have no valuable points—zero, with the wildcard functionality of the 1 also becoming inactive.

If your dice reveal something like 11155, that’s called a “Three of a kind,” and it will be counted as having six 5s instead of five, giving one extra point.

And five dice showing 55555 is known as a “Pure Quint,” taking it as having seven 5s with two additional points.

At this moment, Cheng Zhu first shouted, “Three sixes.”

Note, each person has five dice, but the called number is the total from both players’ ten dice combined, not just from your own.

“Four threes,” said Liu Hongjing.

After one person calls, the next must increase the number or the value.

“Four sixes,” Cheng Zhu opened the cup again and glanced at his dice.

Liu Hongjing was determined to make the other side drink double, so he played very seriously and cautiously this round.

He had three sixes on his side, and after a brainstorm, he declared, “Adding one, five sixes!”

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At this moment, if you think the combined dice do not have five sixes, you could choose to open the cup to check the outcome. If you think the bid can still go up, you can continue to increase it.

Cheng Zhu directly opened his own cup, choosing to verify the results.

He didn’t even glance towards Liu Hongjing, as if he simply didn’t care about the dice numbers in his cup, and casually stated:

“If you’re not ‘Three of a kind,’ then next player.”

In this game, it’s not about loudly shouting “Open!” that shows real swagger.

Instead, it’s about dismissing the other’s dice without even looking, confidently saying, “Next player.”

Liu Hongjing craned his neck to peek at Cheng Zhu’s numbers.

Shen Minglang suddenly felt a great relief and cursed, “Stop looking; we agreed earlier that sequences count as zero. Our side has a sequence, no sixes! Could you possibly have five sixes?”

Liu Hongjing couldn’t help muttering, “Dammit, no sixes and you dared to call four sixes?”

You audacious cheater!

On the other hand, Lin Lu, only now realizing their victory, surprisedly exclaimed, “We won? We won?”

“Yeah.” Cheng Zhu nodded and deliberately raised his left hand, aiming for a high five.

“Slap!” Lin Lu promptly high-fived him, adding cheerfully, “Well done! Really well done, that was a great round!”

Cheng Zhu smiled and picked up the dice cup again, saying to Lin Lu, “Another breath?”

This time, Lin Lu didn’t say a word, she just leaned in directly, her tender lips puckered slightly, and then she blew forcefully, “Hoo—”

Despite it being just a breath, she felt pride, as if she were joining Cheng Zhu in battle, claiming half the credit for his military medals!

Shen Minglang was dumbstruck watching from the side.

“What’s happening here? How can you even play dice games like this?”

As she leaned in to blow, Lin Lu and Cheng Zhu sat even closer.

In the distance, Shen Qingning from the opposite team watched this scene, her elegant brows slightly furrowed, momentarily unable to decide whether Cheng Zhu was being childish or whether he was a Grandmaster of multiple tactics and a dastardly flirt.

But she could tell Lin Lu was getting quite thrilled.

“Win another one, Cheng Zhu, win another one!” Her little face tensed, fists clenched to encourage him.

And indeed, as she wished, Cheng Zhu won another round.

The two high-fived again, and Lin Lu began to believe she was really blowing “fairy breath!”

The third time she blew, she didn’t just give a casual puff, but “Hoo hoo hoo—” blowing three times.

It was their third opponent; some extra effort was needed, heh heh!

Cheng Zhu smiled defiantly at the enemy, outwardly calm, but secretly he was always adjusting the dice numbers.

Yes, he was cheating.

A one versus eight wasn’t about skill anymore, you needed some luck.

But cheating was different; he could change the dice numbers during the game.

The dumbest method would definitely be sticking your little finger in and furtively moving them around. This way was too obvious and easily caught!

Cheng Zhu used a clever technique. Each time he opened and then closed the cup, he would gently tap one of the dice with the rim of the cup to make it flip.

As long as you could remember each side’s number on the dice and practice it, you could change the number on a die each time.

Like earlier when he was playing with Liu Hongjing, he actually had six points. Seeing the loudmouthed donkey continuously increasing the score, he quickly changed his six into a sequence.

In his past life, Cheng Zhu used to go drinking with friends, and they all had agreed to only check their dice numbers once and not repeatedly open the cup—because everyone… was cheating!

This trick wasn’t hard to learn nor was it very high-level. But don’t forget, Cheng Zhu knew Shen Minglang’s level. Boss Shen was so bad yet so boastful in friends’ circles showed that they were all mediocre players.

But when he and Boss Shen had a one-on-one dice showdown at Jiuyin’s place, he didn’t use this trick because they were friends. But if someone trash-talks too much and even gets Jiang Wanzhou drunk, that’s a different story altogether.

With already excellent skills and a sharp mind, plus his ability to cheat, he swiftly moved onto the other side’s fifth player.

This time, he deliberately pretended to forget to ask Lin Lu to blow into the cup and was slowly about to close it.

Sitting next to him, Lin Lu immediately rushed and grabbed his wrist.

You could even say she was quite excited now, her palms slightly warm, letting Cheng Zhu clearly feel the warmth from her hands.

Cheng Zhu glanced at her hands, finding them rather beautiful, meeting the level of ecstatic joy for someone obsessed with beautiful hands, deserving of the term ‘jade hands.’

Lin Lu, feeling his gaze, suddenly felt a bit shy and let go of his hand.

In the past, how could she possibly make such an outrageous move towards a guy she had met only twice?

—Too forward, too forward!

At that moment, Cheng Zhu played the “sudden realization” card and slowly lifted the cup, saying, “Right, right, forgot to blow into it!”

Lin Lu had already snapped out of her battle-focused state, and at that moment, she felt everyone’s eyes fixed on her and Cheng Zhu, making her suddenly feel shy.

She’d never had such an experience with any boy before.

So when Cheng Zhu reached the cup towards her, this time she didn’t keep blowing persistently. Instead, she blew a quick, perfunctory puff and immediately pushed the cup away.

Cheng Zhu had a thick skin, and while his mouth kept “tsk tsk tsk-ing,”

his other hand firmly capped the cup, muttering, “Not much air this time, it might all leak away.”

—He held it very tightly.

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(ps: New January, seeking reservations for August tickets!)