I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Her cards seemed to be cursed; no matter what she played, she lost.

"Don't even think about it!"

Qingque slammed the cards on the table, his face full of vigilance.

"I'm telling you, I'm going to beat you this time. Don't even think about shining my shoes again!"

Qi Ye shrugged: "What if I lose?"

“You lost, I’ll polish your shoes!” Qingque blurted out.

Qi Ye nodded, her tone flat: "Fine. I lose then, you polish my shoes."

Qingque paused for a moment, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

She opened her mouth, then her expression changed after she realized what was happening:

"Wait, you—"

"It's a deal, no take-backs allowed."

Qi Ye interrupted her, the smile on her lips already impossible to hide.

March 7th arranged the cards beside him, pushed them between the two, and looked excited:

"Let's begin! I'll be the referee!"

In the first round, Qi Ye played his cards casually, while Qing Que stared intently at him, carefully considering each card he played.

No matter how she calculated it, Qi Ye was always one step ahead of her.

In the final hand, he gently placed the last two cards down.

"It's gone."

Qingque looked at the three cards she had left in her hand and her face turned green.

In the second game, Qingque changed his strategy, trying to disrupt his rhythm.

Ke Qiye seemed to have seen through her thoughts long ago, and always managed to catch her one step ahead.

After several rounds, Qingque had only one card left in her hand, while Qiye still had three.

"You cheated!" Qingque slammed her hand on the table.

"I didn't even touch the deck."

"then you……"

"I'm lucky." Qi Ye threw down her last card. "I'm out again."

In the third game, Qingque was already getting a bit carried away.

Her hands were shaking when she shuffled the cards, and she checked them several times before dealing them.

March 7th watched from the sidelines, wanting to laugh but not daring to, her face turning red from holding it in.

Qi Ye remained as lazy as ever, playing his cards at a leisurely pace.

When the last card was played, Qingque didn't even look at it before collapsing onto the table.

"You win," her muffled voice came from between her arms. "I give up. Shine my shoes!"

Upon hearing this, March 7th immediately poked his head out from the side, his face full of confusion:

"Wait a minute, what kind of winner shines the shoes of the loser? Have you lost your mind?"

Before Qingque could say anything...

Qi Ye didn't hesitate at all. He walked up to Qing Que, squatted down, and reached out to lift one of her feet.

Qingque was still wearing those cute little cloth shoes today.

There was some dust on the shoe surface, and a white mark on the upper that I don't know when it was rubbed off.

"Hey, are you serious?" March 7th's eyes widened.

Qi Ye didn't reply, but took out the shoe-shining cloth from his pocket.

He shook it out, placed it on Qingque's boots, and began to wipe them carefully.

Qingque looked down at his posture, but showed no surprise.

She already knew. This guy had even shined her shoes the last time she lost at cards.

She was so startled she almost pulled her foot back, but then she realized he was wiping it quite carefully, as if he genuinely enjoyed doing it.

From then on, Qingque mentally labeled him:

Putting aside other flaws, this person has a problem: he likes to polish shoes.

So this time she didn't dodge at all and let him wipe it.

Since she lost anyway, she'll accept this debt.

But he couldn't help muttering to himself, "You're really something... the winner shines the loser's shoes, who would believe that if word got out."

March 7th watched for a while, then finally covered her face, saying, "How embarrassing."

After wiping Qingque's boot, Qiye reached for the other one.

Qingque lifted her feet up so he could wipe them, her movements as coordinated as if she were getting her hair washed at a barbershop.

After wiping the second one, Qi Ye looked around, nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and stuffed the rag back into his pocket.

"okay."

He dusted off his hands, then changed his tone and became serious.

"The matter is settled. Qingque, go back and help Fu Xuan. She's probably short-handed for repairing the array base."

Qingque jumped off the stone table, kicked her boots, and found them to be shiny and much cleaner than before.

She glanced at Qi Ye, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just waved her hand:

"Okay, I'll head back now. You two can go ahead if you have nothing else to do."

"Thanks." Qi Ye nodded to her.

Qingque turned and walked towards the direction of the Grand Sacrificial Office. After taking a few steps, she turned back and shouted to March 7th:

"Little March, let's play cards again next time! I'll let you go first!"

March 7th made a face at her: "I'm not coming! I've never won against you!"

Qingque laughed and left.

Qi Ye turned to look at March 7: "Let's go, I'll take you to find Uncle Yang."

Do you know where Uncle Yang is?

"I don't know. But I do know which direction he ended up going."

Xing has already gone to look for it. If we both go in the same direction, we're bound to bump into each other.

Chapter 217 Arrogance is outdated

The two left the Temple of the Apostles; there were few pedestrians on the road.

Qiye walked beside March 7, casually glancing in her direction.

Favorability rating: 94.

I saw it was 93 at the card table just now.

They didn't say anything special, just played cards and had their shoes shined. How come it only went up a little?

He thought about it and found it quite interesting.

That number doesn't usually fluctuate much; if it occasionally rises by one or two points, it means something major has happened.

Nothing happened just now, we just had a normal argument.

How can this even go up in price?

He turned his head and glanced at March 7th again.

March 7th was looking down at the road when she noticed his gaze and looked up:

Why are you looking at me like that?

Qiye hesitated for a second before deciding to ask directly.

"Little March".

"Ok?"

Do you like me?

March 7th's steps immediately stopped, and after a few seconds, it started from the base of his neck.

A red color spread rapidly upwards, first staining the base of the ears, then burning up the cheeks.

"you you you--"

She pointed at Qi Ye's nose, her hand trembling uncontrollably.

"What are you saying?!"

"I was just asking," Qi Ye said innocently. "Why are you reacting so strongly?"

"Who gave you permission to ask that!"

March 7th's voice gets louder.

"You, how can you be so shameless! Who likes you! Which eye of yours saw that I like you!"

"Both eyes saw it."

"Are you blind!"

Qi Ye pointed to her eyes: "I'm not blind, I'm perfectly fine. I could see just now."

"What did you see?!"

"I noticed you blushed."

On March 7th, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his face, but then felt that the action was too self-incriminating.

I quickly put my hand down, but the redness on my face wouldn't go away.

She took several deep breaths, trying to make her voice sound normal, but she failed.

"My face is red because it's hot!"

"It's almost dark."

"I...I feel hot!"

"I do not believe!"

March 7th was speechless after being shut down by him. She glared at him for several seconds before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence:

"You really are..."

"What really happened?"

"You deserve a beating!"

She raised her hand to strike, but Qi Ye dodged to the side and jumped a step to the side.

March 7th chased after him, and Qi Ye ran around the stone pillars in the alley. March 7th followed behind, cursing under his breath.

"Stop right there! Explain yourself! Who likes you?! Where do you get your confidence from?!"

"I was just asking! Why are you making such a big deal out of it!"

"Absolutely! Absolutely! Asking such a question is just being a scoundrel!"

"How did I act like a hooligan? I was just asking questions based on my observations."

"What are you observing! You're just overestimating yourself!"

Qi Ye ran two steps and stopped, but San Yueqi couldn't stop in time and bumped into his back.

She covered her forehead and took a step back, her face still flushed, and her eyes inexplicably stinging.