Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 31 - 30 It Doesn’t Matter Anymore

Chapter 31: Chapter 30 It Doesn’t Matter Anymore

Others see Cheng Zhu and Shen Minglang as: whispering and planning big things!

The real Cheng Zhu and Shen Minglang: “I am rebellious, cousin, you figure it out haha.”

— There is an inside man, stop sharing secrets!

Shen Minglang had a pair of single eyelids, and at this moment, his eyes were wide open in round surprise.

“Cousin, are you playing these games with me?” he couldn’t believe it.

Most importantly, he couldn’t figure out what Cheng Zhu was up to.

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I know Lin Lu is a campus goddess, and for a teenage boy like you, it’d be strange if you weren’t smitten.

But cousin, I’ve been pouring my heart out to you, I even passed on all my flirting techniques to you.

Why don’t you trust me, let Lin Lu join the opposite team, I guarantee it’ll be better than having her in our team!

“Damn, teenage boys are just dumb, they can’t be taught!” Shen Minglang inwardly cursed.

“Besides, right, if he doesn’t go through some things, how can he catch up to someone like me?” he suddenly started feeling smug.

“Fine, fine, we’ll do it your damn way, acting like it’s your birthday today. But it’s not like I’m not being forced here, what can I do since you’re my cousin!” Shen Minglang grumbled.

Cheng Zhu patted his own chest, then pointed at Shen Minglang, showing a brotherly gesture.

From beginning to end, the two never discussed whether to pull Jiang Wanzhou into the team.

This guy was like someone forgotten in a corner.

Shen Minglang went back to playing Rock-Paper-Scissors with Liu Hongjing, and this time he actually won.

“Lin Lu! I choose Lin Lu!” Shen Minglang exclaimed loudly.

This voice actress was taken aback, not expecting she couldn’t be in the same team as Ningning.

“It’s fine, let my brother drink for you later,” Shen Qingning softly said, beginning to arrange everything.

“What are you talking about, we might not lose, I’m very good too!” Lin Lu’s self-awareness wasn’t very clear.

Liu Hongjing’s skill wasn’t as high as Shen Minglang’s, but he wanted Lin Lu in his team, because she was a match for Shen Qingning, a heavenly beauty goddess.

Everyone was somewhat intimidated by Shen Qingning, but this little voice actress was damn cute, full of girlish charm, her smile showing beautiful dimpiles.

As another team’s captain, he somewhat didn’t understand what was going on in Shen Minglang’s mind.

“First pick a high school graduate newbie, then pick another obviously immature girl. What are you doing, collecting cannon fodder?” Liu Hongjing thought Shen Minglang must be thirsty, just here for a drink.

In the next three rounds of Rock-Paper-Scissors, Liu Hongjing won them all, and he picked everyone who was best at dice.

Shen Minglang’s expression instantly soured a bit.

“Hey! What’s wrong with my hand today, so unlucky, still keep losing?” he couldn’t believe it.

And indeed, he kept losing.

Liu Hongjing kept winning at Rock-Paper-Scissors, and towards the end, every time he won, the crowd would cheer as their team already had a numbers advantage!

That’s one of the fun parts of “World War”, the game where the teams are uneven.

Such bad luck like Shen Minglang’s was rare, but not unprecedented.

Cheng Zhu had previously played the game with two people vs eight on the opposing side.

At this point, of the 12 people left, only Little President Jiang hadn’t been chosen.

Liu Hongjing didn’t know whether to actually feel sorry for today’s birthday boy or to subtly mock Jiang Wanzhou: with a wave of his plump hand he declared, “Today’s your birthday, Little President Jiang will just join your team, we won’t do Rock-Paper-Scissors!”

— “Free gift.”

He didn’t care about Jiang Wanzhou at all, useless and a lightweight drinker.

He just wanted Jiang Wanzhou on the opposite side, then to drink him under the table!

“Let this **pansy end up hugging the toilet and throwing up later,” Liu Hongjing thought to himself.

Jiang Wanzhou really felt miserable now; he had wanted to be on the same team as Cheng Zhu, but their team only had four people against eight, almost certainly a losing situation.

He and Lin Lu were just cannon fodder, completely useless.

Some people might be bad at dice, but they can drink!

Forget about skills, it’s all about capacity!

But he couldn’t handle his alcohol…

Lin Lu sat next to Cheng Zhu, now continuously muttering, “I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead …”

She placed her hands on the hem of her skirt, slightly clenching her fists.

Cheng Zhu, however, kept his composure, calm as usual.

He glanced at Lin Lu and thought she was really cute, still wondering if it was from too much voice acting work or if it was just her nature. Sometimes she talked like a narrator, sometimes she couldn’t help but speak her thoughts aloud.

Liu Hongjing said, “Let’s stick to the old rules, after selecting teams, two teams play five rounds of PKs before a new selection.”

The man with glasses next to him also chimed in, “Brother Lang, might as well surrender now. Old rules, we lose half if we surrender!”

“What do you mean?” Lin Lu didn’t understand.

Cheng Zhu was about to answer when Jiang Wanzhou cut in: “It means each of us takes a napkin and waves a white flag, surrendering to their team, we don’t have to play the game and only drink half the penalty.”

“Ah? We actually have to take a napkin and wave it around like a white flag?” Lin Lu felt that was too embarrassing.

But she was also conflicted.

With only four people in their team, it meant the eight people on the opposite side would share the penalty drinks, while this side would have just four people splitting it.

If they played five rounds, it was a pace to get plastered.

But Shen Minglang, that guy really can’t stand provocation, especially since today was also his birthday, you ask me to raise a white flag?

How lucky would that be? I ask you, would that be lucky?

“Damn, what are you shouting for! Stop shouting! Four people are enough to take you all down!” Shen Minglang, as the captain, decided firmly.

Then, following the rules, the two captains needed to duel first, Shen Minglang came fiercely, with intimidating momentum, his gaze like thunder, fingers like lightning, but ultimately he lost while cursing.

“Damn! Misfire! Played a bit off today!” Shen Minglang was falling apart.

“It’s your turn.” Cheng Zhu patted Jiang Wanzhou, signaling him to go next.

Jiang Wanzhou snorted, his dice shaking gestures incredibly enchanting, his eyes brimming with resentment, then he too honorably lost.

During the entire game process, Lin Lu kept glancing at her team and then at the opposing team, her head shaking like a rattle-drum, visibly nervous.

When Jiang Wanzhou shouted “3 threes,” she couldn’t help but mutter as well, “3 threes!”

When Liu Hongjing called “3 sixes,” she couldn’t help but echo, “3 sixes!”

Cheng Zhu listening by the side found it a bit amusing.

He picked up a watermelon from the fruit plate and started to eat on his own.

Seeing him so relaxed, Lin Lu couldn’t help but say, “How can you just start eating!”

“Do you want some? Here!” Cheng Zhu offered her a piece as well.

“That’s not…” Lin Lu stumbled verbally, but seeing the piece of watermelon looking quite sweet, her hand unconsciously accepted it.

Liu Hongjing on the other side was very smug, urging, “Who’s next?”

In his eyes, Shen Minglang was the only threat.

If Shen Minglang was taken down, he could possibly defeat everyone on the opposite side.

He glanced at the four people, whose expressions were: crumbling — crumbling — amused — crumbling —.

Hmm? How did something weird slip in there?

Cheng Zhu, you really don’t know what’s coming.

So he added, “Brother Lang, the default old rule, we play ‘World War’ with a double stakes, okay!”

Wow, he’s pulling out English now.

“What… what does that mean?” Lin Lu asked softly.

“It means if he alone beats us all, we have to drink double the alcohol,” Cheng Zhu explained nonchalantly.

“Ah?” Lin Lu was flustered.

Cheng Zhu looked at her bright, lively eyes, smiled and said, “Next, you go. If you can beat him, at least we won’t have to drink double.”

“Come on, you can do it,” Cheng Zhu cheered her on.

Lin Lu sat on the PK throne with a serious look, holding the dice cup very firmly and shaking it vigorously as if the force would resultantly yield better dice.

“3 fours!” Lin Lu glanced at her own dice numbers, her delicate brows furrowing as she spoke.

She was a pure newbie, simply calling out whatever she had.

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Liu Hongjing decisively responded, “Add one, 4 fours!”

His answer was quick, as if he hadn’t thought through it at all, giving Lin Lu the illusion that he had several fours himself.

“Then I… 5 fours?” She spoke to the opposite side as if asking a question.

Liu Hongjing looked at her flawless face for a while before declaring, “Open! I have no fours!”

Lin Lu: “???”

Angered, she began beating Cheng Zhu’s arm with her small hands, exclaiming, “Cheng Zhu, he tricked me, he has no fours! Ahhh! Not a single one, yet he called four fours!”

Seeing her slightly aggrieved look, Liu Hongjing’s heart nearly melted, immediately saying, “Ahem, well, that’s how the game is played, I’ll teach you later.”

Lin Lu wasn’t listening to what he was saying.

— Not listening, King’s scripture.

“Shall we surrender?” she suddenly proposed.

“It’s not allowed to surrender mid-game,” the man with glasses from the other side stated.

Lin Lu looked at Cheng Zhu, feeling almost doomed.

If Cheng Zhu also lost directly to him, then they would have to drink double.

“What do we do, Cheng Zhu, what do we do, all eight of them are still there,” Lin Lu whispered.

Cheng Zhu looked at her, grinned broadly, and in a calm tone audible to everyone, said, “It doesn’t matter, I’ll make a move.”