Feels the same as getting assigned night duty counting flying sword rentals at the outer disciple hall.
'So you're saying all that enthusiastic clapping, cheering, leaning forward with sparkles in your eyes… was for us, boss?' Mo Xixi asked.
'Exactly.' Hao nodded sagely. 'I suffer so others may feel the thrill of competition, Little Xixi.'
'Suffer?!'
'Suffer?!' Mo Xixi snapped, her hair bristling.
'You were shouting and stomping your feet, boss!'
'Passion comes in many forms.' Hao replied. 'My suffering is internal, Little Xixi.'
Mo Xixi was about to launch into her next complaint when -
Ji Yunzhi took his place before the table.
The cue ball settled on the table.
Conversation died.
Just like that, everyone leaned forward. Shoulders squared. Even the black kittens, Yoru and Tsuki in the corner, stopped wrestling each other in silence.
All eyes were on the break.
This was it.
It can be final game.
One clean break could decide it all.
