Sheng Yanxiao weighed the last two coins in his hand. He could still play one more round. Sheng Yanxiao decisively fed them in. Just now he'd been relying purely on luck without using his brain at all. Now, though, he deliberately shook the claw of the crane machine, quickly calculating in his head the range of its swing and how loose the claw was.
Adding in the experience from the last few tries, Sheng Yanxiao came to a conclusion: those round, chubby ones that looked easy to grab actually couldn't hold any weight; he had to grab the ones with arms and legs, somewhere the claw could latch onto.
He quickly finished his calculations, moved, dropped the claw, success.
All he cared about was speed and accuracy, so he hadn't even looked at what he'd actually caught. Now that he took it out, he immediately frowned. A little white bear, wearing a pink dress that looked cheap at first glance. The main thing was that shade of pink was tacky as hell and really not pretty at all.
