Chu Tianqiu slowly stood up, no longer paying any mind to the chessboard on the table, and walked over to a dining table instead. There sat the elaborate breakfast he had prepared for himself. Thump, thump, thump. A faint knocking came from the door, and Chu Tianqiu’s movements paused.
“What is it?” he asked.
“If someone were dead, wouldn’t it be hard to explain?” came the voice from outside.
“It doesn’t matter if everyone here dies. As long as that too-clever-by-half Qi Xia is still alive, that’s enough.”
A strange smile crept onto Chu Tianqiu’s face.
“Right now, he’s both clever and arrogant. We need to give him the most agonizing ‘regret’.”
“I understand.”
The person outside lingered in silence for a moment, then slowly left. … Qi Xia and the other three pressed themselves tightly against the wall, taking tense, deep breaths. Both ends of the seesaw had once again settled into an uncanny state of equilibrium.
“Our luck is incredible…”
Yun Yao murmured to herself.
“The weights of the two rooms are exactly the same…”