If you suspect someone, you only need to walk up to them and whisper his name in his ear.
Some people guessed the right name and earned a corsage, while others guessed wrong and had their own voice recognized, turning the tables on them.
The special admittees began to tremble in fear, terrified of being identified and made into slaves.
Jiang Luo followed closely behind Shen Xingze.
“Are you… Shen Xingze?” Suddenly, a boy wearing a white princess dress and a white mask leaned close to Shen Xingze’s ear.
Shen Xingze was a bit surprised. How had he recognized him?
He thought about it and asked.
Ji Zhou smiled, a little smug. “I didn’t recognize you, but your deskmate’s freckles are really easy to spot.”
Jiang Luo subconsciously touched the freckles on his face. His mask only covered his eyes, leaving the freckles on the lower half of his face exposed.
Shen Xingze’s face stiffened, and he said nothing.
Ji Zhou was too carried away and didn’t control his volume. The next second, a boy with cat ears walked by, looked at the boy in the princess dress with his hands on his hips, and said, “Ji Zhou?”
This time, it was Ji Zhou’s turn to freeze. The boy in the white princess dress and black wig felt the subtle gazes around him, lifted the wig to cover his face, and said, “What are you looking at! Haven’t you seen a guy in a skirt before?”
Jiang Luo could sense that Shen Xingze was a little unhappy.
Was it because he hadn’t become the king?
But in his previous life, he hadn’t become king either.
How could he blame him?
Soon, only two people remained on the field.
One was dressed all in black, noble and mysterious; the other wore a red qipao, graceful and elegant.
Both were boys. Everyone guessed that the winner would be the one in the red qipao, since the guy in black looked like he had just tossed on some random formal wear to attend the ball.
Jiang Luo knew who was in the red qipao: it was the king from his previous life, Lu Ze.
But as for the other one, Jiang Luo’s eyes fell on the other high-backed throne, where a boy sat with his hands folded, as still as a mountain. His chin was slightly raised, mysterious and dignified, yet he was not the runner-up from his previous life.
The rules of the king game: when only two people remain, they can take turns asking each other questions. The other person can only answer yes or no, and they cannot lie.
During the game, they can call out the other person’s name at any time. They have two chances total; if both are wrong, they are immediately eliminated.
No one else can interfere.
Lu Ze pinched his throat and asked, “Are you from A class?”
The corners of Li Miao’s mouth lifted slightly. The voice that came out was low, completely different from his usual one: “Yes.”
Lu Ze’s eyes lit up.
Shen Yu stood below the stage, quietly watching this scene.
If he called out Li Miao’s name, Li Miao would lose.
Even if it would invite hostility from the entire academy, so what? He had never wanted to get along with these young masters and young ladies anyway.
Besides, if Li Miao won, he would be the one who suffered the most.
He didn’t believe Li Miao would pass up the chance to bully him.
But Shen Yu never spoke from beginning to end. He just quietly watched the boy on stage, whose aura was powerful and at ease.
Li Miao sized up Lu Ze for a few seconds. Actually, from a probability standpoint, the previous question would have been more reasonable if phrased as “Were you in a class before C class?”
But this guy had immediately asked about A class…
“Is your seat in the first two rows of A class?” Li Miao stared intently at Lu Ze’s reaction.
Lu Ze hesitated. “Yes.”
The entire crowd was in an uproar.
Lu Ze thought carefully for a moment. “Are you in the first two rows?”
“No,” Li Miao looked at the boy’s build and height in front of him, already having a vague idea of who it was, but to be safe, he said, “Do you sit in the first row?”
Lu Ze’s eyes immediately widened in shock. How did this guy know?
Seriously… he was dressed like this!!
He had padded everything that needed padding, and even practiced a smooth falsetto.
“…Yes.” Lu Ze nodded with some difficulty.
The audience buzzed with murmurs. The game was clearly coming to an end.
It was Lu Ze’s turn again. He opened his mouth, hesitated, and then fell silent. Who was this guy?? Was there a guy with this kind of presence in their class? Why didn’t he know?
Could it be… Lu Ze thought for a long time. Could it be Shen Xingze?
But Shen Xingze didn’t have this kind of presence either?
Forget it, I’ll gamble. Lu Ze closed his eyes. “Shen Xingze?”
Li Miao’s lips quirked slightly. He shook his head.
Jiang Luo’s heart tightened sharply. There was only one chance left. Lu Ze was going to lose.
No, he couldn’t let things keep deviating from the track. Jiang Luo’s mind raced. Who could this be? Who in A class could it be?
He remembered everyone’s outfits in A class. There was no such person in his previous life. Could it be… a figure suddenly flashed through Jiang Luo’s mind. Could it be Li Miao?
The more Jiang Luo thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Every accident he had encountered since being reincarnated was related to Li Miao… This person was the only variable in the development of events.
Jiang Luo’s heart pounded faster and faster. After hesitating for a long time, he shouted loudly, “He’s Li Miao!”
For a moment, beneath the masks adorned with jewels and gold, sharp and cold gazes pierced toward Jiang Luo.
Interfering in the king game was a major taboo.
This guy was also a special admittee?
The condemning gazes shifted to Shen Xingze beside Jiang Luo.
What was the deal with the special admittee he had brought?
Lu Ze heard Jiang Luo’s shout, but he hesitated for a moment.
This person was Li Miao? He looked suspiciously at the man in front of him, whose gaze was disdainful and calm, already carrying the aura of a superior.
To be honest, Li Miao was the first person he had ruled out.
Before he could keep hesitating…
“Lu Ze.” Li Miao’s voice sounded unhurriedly.
Lu Ze was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly as he took off his corsage. “You win.”
“Go ahead.” Lu Ze stood up actively and gestured like a gentleman. “Please, the king, choose a slave.”
Li Miao immediately looked at Jiang Luo with a smile.
Jiang Luo took a step back in alarm and tightly grabbed Shen Xingze’s sleeve.
It was over! He didn’t want to be a slave, let alone Li Miao’s slave! Li Miao would definitely humiliate him viciously!
Shen Xingze stepped half a pace in front of Jiang Luo.
After having his identity shouted out by Jiang Luo, Li Miao reverted to his usual slovenly demeanor. He sat high on the throne, his fingers lightly resting on his head.
His long, slender hand, adorned with a black gemstone ring, pointed at Jiang Luo.
Everyone thought Li Miao would choose Jiang Luo as his slave, the one who had almost caused him to lose. Shen Xingze thought so too.
Although Jiang Luo had just made him lose face in front of the entire academy, Jiang Luo was still the one he had brought.
Shen Xingze felt the trembling hand clutching his sleeve and frowned at the stage. “Don’t choose him.”
“Who is this guy? Is he crazy?” someone muttered. “Is the king’s choice of slave something that can be interfered with? Who does he think he is?”
“This is Shen Xingze,” someone whispered in explanation. “The one on stage used to have a crush on him for three years! But… at the beginning of the semester, Li Miao publicly said he no longer likes Shen Xingze.”
“So now he’s going after Shen Xingze’s special admittee…” More than one person was watching the spectacle. Everyone was waiting for Li Miao’s response.
Shen Yu stood in the crowd, quietly watching Li Miao. His eyes were dark and shadowy, and a hint of gloom flashed across them.