Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 59 Honjo Bell

After Fu Chen finished speaking, Chen Jiaxin and Hua Gua both immediately showed serious and thoughtful expressions.

One of them touched his chin, his eyes slightly closed.

I'm thinking intensely.

The other person, with their hands on their backs, looked upwards, also deep in thought.

Fu Chen had no idea what they were thinking. Wasn't this a great bet?

It's understandable that the other party is hesitant, but after waiting for quite a while, Fu Chen finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"No, do we even need to think about this? You all always say how awesome you are, so let's have a competition. What are you all hesitating for?"

"Or are you really scared?"

Are you afraid that my divination methods are more accurate than your so-called tarot readings and fortune telling?

Chen Jiaxin and Hua Gua glanced at each other, then he lowered his head and began to ponder.

It seemed that Fu Chen's interruption had left them even more confused.

After waiting a while, Fu Chen finally couldn't help but speak again, but just as he opened his mouth...

Chen Jiaxin and Hua Gua were both quite annoyed.

"Hey Fu Chen, could you please stop interrupting us? I was almost able to come up with a solution!"

"What are you two thinking about? What are you hesitating about? What are you two struggling with?"

Fu Chen was also completely baffled by the two of them. With a huge question in his mind, the two people opposite him took out their fingers, then took out paper and pen, and asked him with innocent faces.

Chen Jiaxin: "I'm trying to figure out exactly what you meant by the bet you just mentioned?"

Fu Chen: "What's there to calculate? What I mean is: if I can guess what you're thinking, you lose 2000 yuan to me; if I can't guess, I lose 3000 yuan to you!"

Before Chen Jiaxin could speak, Hua Gua spoke first:

"Yeah, so why did we lose to you by 2000, but you lost to us by 3000?"

"That's not fair, Fu Chen. Do you think we're really stupid? You're trying to make a 1000 yuan profit off us when we're not looking?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiaxin's previous awe of Fu Chen, the psychology committee member, vanished completely.

With her fairly full chest puffed out, she joined forces with Hua Gua for the first time, glaring menacingly at Fu Chen.

Fu Chen also smiled, but there was a hint of exhaustion in his smile.

Anyone who can keep their composure after hearing that is even human.

Only someone in a vegetative state could probably withstand that.

"So what exactly do you want?"

The two exchanged a few words—or rather, no real conversation, just a glance—and then said in unison, "Whether you lose or we lose, the bet is changed to each of us losing 3000 yuan to the other!"

666.

The prize pool is still growing.

If Fu Chen didn't know the other party's intelligence, he would really regard them as a formidable opponent.

Isn't someone who always maintains an equal relationship with their opponent a worthy opponent?

Fu Chen couldn't refuse the money that was offered to him, and then he said:

"Who wants to go first?"

Ho!

"Such arrogance."

Not only the students watching from the sidelines, but also Chen Jiaxin and Hua Gua did not believe that Fu Chen had such a special ability.

The Hua hexagram says: "I'll go first."

After saying that, he moved a chair from his seat, but just as he bent down to sit down...

Fu Chen squeezed out the magic potion he had prepared beforehand—the small bottle of thought-provoking potion—from his hand without warning.

It was precisely attached to the Taoist robe on the side of Hua Gua's thigh.

No one noticed, except for Fu Chen, who believed it to be true.

Because this method is quick and very covert, it is enough to deceive everyone present, making them unable to detect the situation.

But just as he was secretly pleased, Hua Gua's eyes looked very strange. He frowned and looked coldly at Fu Chen.

"Hey buddy, is that your Uncle Da? Spraying some unknown substance on me without me even noticing? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Fu Chen was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't expected that even though his technique was already so fast, the other party would still be able to detect the spying potion he had deliberately sprayed onto Hua Gua.

Did I really lose the first bet? That's so frustrating...

Fu Chen felt a surge of resentment. He was about to speak, "Let me explain..."

Hua Gua sneered, "You don't need to explain!"

Like a torrential downpour, it poured into Fu Chen's heart.

Damn it!

Is it really that hard to defeat? It seems the people in this class underestimated themselves.

"Fine, what's done is done..."

"Isn't it because you think my Taoist robe is extraordinary and handsome that you feel jealous?"

"If you can't have it, you think about destroying it, right? Chen-ge, not to be mean, but you were elected as our psychology committee member, so we should be less jealous!"

"I know you think my handsomeness is made up of the Taoist robe, but have you ever thought about what I actually look like?"

I'll tell you now, the truth is that my own temperament is extraordinary and otherworldly.

I am very handsome in appearance and physique.

This Taoist robe is nothing more than the most insignificant mortal item I wear.

"When he wears it, it highlights his value and handsomeness, but when he wears it, it looks no different from a piece of rag."

Do you know where the difference lies? It lies in the people!

Hua Gua proudly raised her head, while Fu Chen, who had been somewhat flustered, had long since lost her fear and uncertainty.

He suddenly chuckled.

Damn, that scared me to death! Turns out this kid wasn't discovered at all. But when did this jerk become so narcissistic?

After careful consideration and a closer look, he finally found the source of the problem.

Because, damn it, Zhang Jiahao was sitting right next to this kid.

The saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." Even a stupid dog sitting next to a pretentious person can become arrogant and domineering.

"Alright, alright, enough talk, let's get started!"

The Hua hexagram urges us on.

Because guessing is a subjective thing.

If the other party is cunning, no matter what Fu Chen guesses, he will not admit it, so rules need to be established as a limit.

Fu Chen asked him to write down what he was thinking at that moment on a piece of paper, while Fu Chen himself was blindfolded and taken outside the classroom.

At first, Hua Gua frowned, wondering what it was writing.

Then, on a whim, he quickly wrote several lines on a piece of paper and handed it to class monitor Yao Zhi'ai as notarization.

When Fu Chen returned, he looked at Hua Gua with disgust.

They looked at him with the eyes of someone who was nothing special, and no one knew why.

Even years later, on this summer, Fu Chen was unwilling to mention what he saw in Hua Gua's mind on this ordinary morning.

He simply said quietly:

"Honjo Suzu."

"SODS-083".

When everyone opened the note, it was indeed true.