Chapter 1040: No Luck

Han Yi Mo hadn't expected that his attempt to talk to Wen Qiao Yun, intending to persuade her to surrender, would result in him being convinced after only a few words.

He wanted to argue back, but he had to admit that Wen Qiao Yun's logic was simply too sound.

In this competition, it only made sense for him to lose; otherwise, how could he explain defeating Wen Qiao Yun?

In this world, people always ask how you won, but rarely how you lost.

"Qiao Yun jie…" Han Yi Mo said. "I was originally expressing my loyalty to you. If this makes you believe me, I have no objections."

"Good," Wen Qiao Yun nodded. "You also know I have the ability to win this match. Now, advising you to concede is just so I don't take things too far."

"Yes…"

Han Yi Mo was about to agree, but then something occurred to him.

Although Wen Qiao Yun had guessed the coin's face correctly three times in a row, could it be that she was just extraordinarily lucky?

She had been extraordinarily lucky to win five rounds straight and extraordinarily lucky to guess right three times.

Could all of this be just a bluff…?

Though the probability was extremely low… what if it really happened?

"No… I need to verify once more," Han Yi Mo thought to himself.

Only by sorting everything out could he secure his position as the protagonist.

After all, in many novels, intellectual battles count as battles too.

"Qiao Yun jie," Han Yi Mo said, picking up the coin from the table with a serious expression. "I need to do one final verification. If you guess correctly this time, my 'zi' is directly yours."

Wen Qiao Yun paused for a moment after hearing this and nodded. "Okay."

Han Yi Mo gripped the coin in his palm and tossed it straight up into the sky. The coin barely spun in the air; it simply went up and down right back into his hand.

"Guess!"

The expression on Wen Qiao Yun's face faded. She stared at Han Yi Mo's hand for a few seconds and said,

"Han Yi Mo, tossing it straight up and down like that… what's the point?"

"Huh?"

"The coin didn't even flip," Wen Qiao Yun said, shaking her head flawlessly. "Toss it again. I'll give you another chance."

"Oh oh!" Han Yi Mo realized then that Wen Qiao Yun was looking out for him. He hurriedly mimicked her earlier action, pinching the coin between his thumb and index finger, and flicked it high into the air.

In an instant, the coin spun rapidly, tumbling several times in the air before landing back in Han Yi Mo's hand.

Wen Qiao Yun had been staring up at the air the whole time. After the coin fell, she slowly smiled.

"Qiao Yun jie, if you guess correctly this time, I'll concede without a word," Han Yi Mo said.

"I guess it's…"

"Wait!" Han Yi Mo interrupted, covering his hand and slapping it on the table. "Now guess."

"It's the reverse side," Wen Qiao Yun said.

Han Yi Mo paused slightly, then uncovered his palm. The coin was indeed "yi".

"Truly impressive…" Han Yi Mo said. "As expected of an ancient great power."

Wen Qiao Yun finally relaxed completely.

She hadn't expected that Han Yi Mo, as a writer, would be so foolish.

How did all this start?

From this specially made coin.

This specially made coin has one side extremely smooth and the other rough.

And in the center of the room, there's a hanging lamp.

When the coin is tossed under the lamp, the smooth side continuously reflects the light, quickly tracing circles around the room. As long as you watch that light circle, you can naturally tell how many times the coin has spun.

But the key is knowing which side was up before the toss; otherwise, even knowing the number of spins, you'd still have to guess.

So when Han Yi Mo held the coin and tossed it, Wen Qiao Yun intentionally guided him to toss it again.

Although it went straight up and down at the time, Wen Qiao Yun still wasn't certain, so only when he placed the coin between his thumb and index finger could she determine the front and back based on the number of spins.

Such an obvious rule, and Han Yi Mo hadn't noticed it.

Was it really because he has claustrophobia, making it hard for him to spot the quickly flashing light in the dark?

Wen Qiao Yun also knew that her reason for advising Han Yi Mo to concede stemmed from an extremely important factor.

That is, she suspected that if the match continued, there would be no winner.

This was a very strange intuition.

This intuition came from the fourth round, when both of them guessed wrong.

She clearly saw Ye Zhu tossing the coin with the "front" side up, spinning twelve and a half times, which should have been "reverse." But when she guessed "reverse" and Han Yi Mo also chose "reverse," the game was lost.

Even Ye Zhu hesitated for a few seconds after uncovering his palm and seeing it was "front."

In the next round, she stared intently at the referee's coin, starting with "front" up and spinning a total of nineteen times, so the answer should have been "front."

But when Wen Qiao Yun made what she believed was the correct choice, and Han Yi Mo followed her in choosing "front," she instantly sensed something was off, so she used the "jiao huan ka" to swap her guess result.

She won; the answer was "reverse."

Indeed, only by avoiding Han Yi Mo's choice could she truly win the match.

This was a very abstract outcome; it wasn't that whichever she guessed was correct. Rather, whichever Han Yi Mo guessed was wrong.

It seemed Han Yi Mo had some strange power; even if the answer was right, when he made a choice, the correct answer would instantly turn wrong.

It appeared some supernatural force had intervened in this gamble.

But why would there be supernatural forces here? Was this what they called "hui xiang"?

Clearly, Chu Tian Qiu had said that "hui xiang" wasn't easy to obtain here… wait.

Wen Qiao Yun suddenly realized; they were no longer in that strange black space—they had come to the outside game area.

In other words… here, anyone could freely use their abilities.

And this supernatural intervention was very likely Han Yi Mo's "hui xiang."

Wen Qiao Yun had figured this out in just two rounds. She knew that from then on, Han Yi Mo would completely follow her choices to bet. She had no "jiao huan ka" left, so both of them would keep failing, and neither could reach seven points. In other words, this game had no winner.

If she wanted to take the "zi" from him, she needed another approach.

So Wen Qiao Yun decisively agreed when Han Yi Mo suggested stopping the match. She demonstrated guessing the coin result three times, while also hinting to him that she had fully grasped the trick of the game. She seized the moment when his resolve wavered to persuade him to concede. The entire operation was smooth and seamless, not at all like deception.

She had thought Han Yi Mo might raise some critical questions, but he only chose to toss it himself once.

So, in winning this so-called "coin guessing," which part relied on luck?

If it really was a "luck" game, why would both of them hold three cards?

Unfortunately, Han Yi Mo would never think of that. He just sighed in annoyance and handed the "ma" from his pocket to Wen Qiao Yun.

"I concede, Qiao Yun jie."