She was bustling about, looking like she was about to ride on a vast grassland, brandishing a whip.
Cheng Zhirang stopped her, shaking his head, "Let's stick to the previous plan. But the one grabbing the ball will be me, you, Lin Lian, and Xu Cheng; we'll leave Bai Shu alone up there."
"No problem, hurry up, I'm ready to fight!"
"Wait," he stopped her again, "Don't rush, besides this plan, there should be another one.
We'll all stay up there, quickly switch positions, form several Gomoku lines, and let the projector keep projecting transparent balls, then we'll scramble for them."
Mu Qiu tilted her head, squinting her eyes and sizing him up.
"You've gone bad."
Cheng Zhirang smiled, "A close red makes a close black."
She gagged, glared at him, then stood up to find Lin Lian. He took charge of notifying Xu Cheng and Bai Shu.
