Rebirth: She is Ready for a Counterattack!-Chapter 323 - 322: Infuriating the Crowd

The host looked at Gu Xiaoqing, this was already the second round, and even he didn’t know how the third round could continue.

Without enjoyment and the element of gambling, this game would have to stop.

"Do you want to continue playing?"

The ultimate decision for this game rested with the girl in front of him; no one could make that decision on her behalf, not even "Dingxun." This represented fairness.

However, the host could already foresee the audience’s apathy and disengagement in this round. After all, the girl’s skills were plain for everyone to see; it was absolutely impossible to bet against her losing. But without a losing side, there was no gamble, and the game would end.

The host felt a bit regretful; the starting point was too high.

If it were progressive, based on the girl’s skills, she might have had the chance to compete with Young Master Feng’s style.

But the high starting point determined the game’s height.

This game should end.

However, these two rounds were enough to earn the girl a fortune and honor, of course, if she wanted them.

"Is there a rule on how many rounds can be played?"

Gu Xiaoqing was genuinely asking out of ignorance, but in the host’s ears, it sounded like an intimidating provocation fueled by confidence.

"Of course, there’s no rule. In our ’Dingxun,’ having no rules is the rule." The host wouldn’t embarrass "Dingxun" and his boss would never want to hear any derogation of "Dingxun."

Gu Xiaoqing touched the darts in front of her. The quality and texture of these darts were excellent, the best she had ever felt.

Don’t ask how Gu Xiaoqing knew this; it had to do with her past life. The nature of the work didn’t matter; Gu Xiaoqing’s specialty was working, almost like a professional odd-jobber. During her time with the acrobat troupe, other things weren’t learned, but there was an old man who was a dart technician.

Gu Xiaoqing took care of this elderly man, seeing him like her father, and naturally transferred the care she had for her father onto him. Over time, the old man, who had no children and had been a wandering loner with the troupe all his life, became like family.

So, during their free time, Gu Xiaoqing learned the whole professional set of dart acrobatics under the old man’s guidance and could even stand in as his assistant when he was ill to perform dart acrobatics.

Therefore, everything now was really nothing to Gu Xiaoqing; even touching the darts brought a familiar feeling of those warm years.

Gu Xiaoqing was only grateful that her previous life, filled with hardships, had many people who gave her a brief sense of warmth: that female college student, those various bosses, and the dart old man — these were her treasures.

It might not seem like much, but in Gu Xiaoqing’s heart, these were her wealth and golden fingers, perhaps things she never valued before, but in this life, they helped her a lot, changing her own and her family’s lives.

Sometimes, Gu Xiaoqing couldn’t help thinking this might be Heaven’s favor, allowing her to be reborn, maybe just to change her fate using these skills.

Just like now, this fortuitous situation where the ongoing game was not shooting or any other game but darts. Even if she wanted to give up, she felt reluctant.

This must be destiny.

"Miss, what’s your method for the third round of competition?"

The host had already picked up that this girl wasn’t planning to quit while she was ahead.

Gu Xiaoqing fiddled with the darts, looked at the open glass windows around, the people peeping in now and then, and with a deep gaze said, "For this third round, we’ll play something different. This game is called ’Any Wish Will Be Granted.’ Each person can set their own conditions and betting amounts, and I will accomplish them. Of course, this time the bet is different from before; there is no counter-bet. If you have a request, I will respond. If I can’t answer, I lose, and the bet doubles. If I can, then I win, and the bet is mine."

As soon as she finished speaking, the host stared intently at Gu Xiaoqing for a long time, not because he didn’t want to speak, but because he didn’t know what to say.

This girl was probably the craziest person "Dingxun" had ever encountered, even compared to Feng Qingyang. She was far more advanced, by a large margin.

She was arrogantly pointing at you and saying, this is a blatant challenge, showing you what true skill is.

Everyone in this building became the challengers, with only one woman, Gu Xiaoqing, as the sole respondent.

"Are you sure?"

The host knew that once he announced this, it would cause a significant stir here, and he had to handle it cautiously.

He had seen many people, men and women, purposefully doing outrageous things to gain attention, but none as extremely bold as the girl before him.

This audacity wasn’t outwardly visible in her demeanor or words. This young lady was even very polite to him, so much so that nobody could fault her manners, yet what she did left no doubt of her audacity.

Looking down upon all with arrogance, ignoring everything with wild boldness.

"I am very sure."

Gu Xiaoqing saw the disapproval in the host’s eyes, but did she have other options?

If the mountain won’t come to me, I can only go to the mountain.

If I can’t find others, I can only wait for them to find me.

Gu Xiaoqing didn’t want to return tonight, tossing and turning without sleep, trying every method to find out where to look for people tomorrow.

Rather than that, it was easier to expose herself under everyone’s gaze.

She believed that when the time came, at the very least, she wouldn’t be outright rejected.

What she wanted was to become a sensation, wasn’t there already Feng Qingyang as a precedent?

Then surely "Dingxun" wouldn’t mind another Gu Xiaoqing emerging.

As expected, once the host made the announcement, all the windows swung open, and those poking their heads out weren’t just a person or two, but almost everyone. Even Guo Donghua, from his window, was desperately giving Gu Xiaoqing meaningful looks, indicating she should stop in time.

In the private room, Zhao Xiangguo nearly collapsed on the sofa, his limbs weak, tightly clutching a bank card, his gaze blank.

The kid’s caused trouble.

The brazenness of those words didn’t need confirmation on how many people it would anger; this place was full of trust-fund kids who threw money around. The enraged challenges from these rich kids after such humiliation, their relentless pushing forward, made Zhao Xiangguo foresee the final outcome.

It would not end well.