"It's a secret."

Zhuang Mingge, who wanted to hide his trump card, answered playfully, but it was completely unable to satisfy everyone's curiosity, so he had to ask for help and looked at Xiang who was watching the show.

"Okay, okay, everyone, stop asking." Xion gently placed the cup in his hand, the bottom of the cup lightly collided with the table, making a soft ding sound, "It should be very inconvenient to talk about this matter.

Exit."

Zhuang Mingge nodded, "Well, for various reasons, so... I'm sorry, I will make it clear when I have time."

——The day when I have a stronger trump card.

"That's right, forget it." Maggie gave up decisively. She didn't like to ask questions, and she learned to respect others a long time ago.

William also nodded in agreement.

"But speaking of the fact that the vice president has such a good relationship with his sister, I was really shocked." Maggie said this and couldn't help but glance at Cyril.

Zhuang Mingge smiled bitterly. In fact, he also doubted whether his ex really had such a close relationship with Cyril?

When his eyes glanced over involuntarily, he happened to meet Cyril's eyes. The other party immediately smiled brightly, and carefully took out a piece of paper towel to wipe the sweat from Zhuang Mingge's forehead.

There was a hint of feminine flavor in the gentleness, which made Zhuang Mingge feel palpitations in his heart.

"By the way, Vice President, how many credits do you have now?"

"More than five hundred," Zhuang Mingge said.

"So much..." Maggie suddenly opened her eyes in surprise, and said with some annoyance: "It's a shame, it's a shame, I should have ordered more expensive food just now."

As a result, he was immediately taught a lesson by Xion.

After a while, all the food was finally served, and everyone immediately enjoyed the rare lunch with open stomachs. Occasionally, they would discuss other matters, such as the student union, the alliance, and Rhett's future life.

Most people would not think that Rhett might be a child with an IQ of only three years old in the future.

Only Zhuang Mingge and Xion knew about this matter. Maybe Cyril would also know. After all, he was a third-year student and a genius of the Crown family. Maybe she didn't know either, because that was the magic given to him by Xion.

Who knows.

During this period, when everyone was chatting and having fun, Cyril also wanted to join in the piano music after school, but Zhuang Mingge refused because it was inappropriate.

"Why refuse?" Xion suddenly asked on the way back to the dormitory after lunch.

"It's very inappropriate. Even though she is my sister, she is also a genius of the Crown family and a pure blood. The mixed-blood society may join some people who hate pure blood in the future. If she is here, it will be more or less inappropriate."

Zhuang Mingge explained and then said: "Even if I didn't say it, you would refuse it."

"Yeah." William on the side also nodded in agreement.

Xion didn't say anything. It was originally a mixed-blood society, but the appearance of a pure-blooded member was like an extra rose among a pile of white tulips. No matter how you look at it, it will be dazzling.

Rather than causing a lot of embarrassment in the future, it would be better to refuse in the first place.

Just like Zhuang Mingge said, even if he wouldn't refuse, Xiang would refuse.

…

This is the room of Rafis, the president of the Half-Blood Alliance.

"That guy Rhett..." Rafis rubbed his temples with a headache and sat on the sofa. Sitting next to him was the vice-president of the Mixed-blood Alliance, Sith.

"What are our losses now?"

"All the credits of Team Rhett have been taken away, and there are no other unnecessary losses except that." Sith said calmly, "It's just..."

"Just what?" Rafis asked.

"It's just that some people in Rhett's team have begun to waver. The credits they worked so hard to earn were lost to Rhett all at once. It's inevitable that there will be some complaints."

Rafis frowned and asked, "Can you handle this?"

Sith nodded, "No problem, I will withdraw some of the missing credits from the alliance funds to reissue them. The problem is that next, Rhett will have an ultimate battle with Xion and their members without permission, and lose.

The influence of the Tongmenghui is not small, and even some pessimistic atmosphere is gradually spreading."

Rafis said: "I will deal with these, but the key is not this, it is Barrett."

"Why do you say that?"

"He has a small team's funds in his hand, and the gap is not small. Sith, can you think of a way to get all these funds back?"

Sis shook his head and said: "It's difficult. The one who lost the credits is Rhett's fault alone. Barrett didn't use any bad means to obtain the credits. It's really difficult to get the credits back..."

"Is there no way?"

"There is one."

Rafis suddenly became energetic and asked: "What can we do?"

"Credit Bet Battle!"

Rafis was stunned, and then frowned and asked: "Are you going to let me win back all the credits Rhett exported through gambling?"

"Yes, this is the only way."

"But will the other party agree?" Rafis doesn't think Zhuang Mingge is an idiot. He won't just export the things he finally got, and more than five hundred credits is not a small sum.

"As long as there is enough remuneration, even the gods will be tempted." Sith pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "According to their Eastern saying, money can make the world go round. With a bet of three to one

I believe the other party will definitely agree."

"Are you going to gamble 1,500 credits against the 500 credits he has?"

To be honest, even Rafis couldn't help but hesitate with such a large amount. The mixed-race alliance has a large number of people, and it is a typical situation where there is too much money. The current funds of the alliance are only a little more than 6,000, and now they spend a quarter of it all at once.

If they lose, the mixed-blood alliance will not be severely damaged, but it will hinder its future development.

"Besides this, is there no other way?"

"No." Sith shook his head, glanced at Rafis' anxious forehead, and then lowered his head to look at the documents in his hand, "Actually, I don't want you to engage in such a big gambling battle. For the sake of five

It’s too risky to give 100 credits to 1,500 credits.”

"If we follow the two-to-one betting method, will the other party agree?" Rafis said thoughtfully.

Sis said calmly: "I have collected very little information about Barrett. I am not sure whether the other party will agree."

Rafis's expression changed several times and he said, "I need to give it a try!"

Seeing that he could not stop Rafis, Sith immediately said: "In this case, let's test the opponent's attitude in a one-to-one betting battle. Maybe there will be unexpected surprises."

As he spoke, Sith's eyes reflected a faint light, and then disappeared.

…

Returning to the dormitory from the outside, Zhuang Mingge separated from Xion and William. On the stairs at the corner, he met Maiya, the administrator of the dormitory, who was walking down.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Mai Ya." So he said hello.

"Good afternoon, have you had lunch?"

"We ate outside and just won a small amount of money, so I invited friends from the club to have a meal together." Zhuang Mingge briefly explained the matter to Maiya. After a pause, he said sincerely: "Also

Yes, thank you, Uncle Mai Ya."

"Thank me, thank me for what?"

"The kitchen, and the credit thing."

Maiya snorted and said with a smile: "This is your own effort. I just helped you as much as I could. You also put in your own labor for this, right?"

Although he said this, Zhuang Mingge still said sincerely: "No matter what, thank you very much."

I met You Xia at lunch today, and after chatting with Xiang, Zhuang Mingge learned that there were very few ways for first-year students to earn credits, and some of the tasks that resulted in the release could only be completed by senior students.

The way first-year students get credits is nothing more than helping the teacher organize some documents, doing some homework, cleaning, and other physical tasks.

The credits earned every day are about one to three. It has never happened before that Zhuang Mingge earned ten credits after working in the kitchen for one day.

Maiya was obviously trying to help Zhuang Mingge, and Zhuang Mingge knew this very well, so he thanked her.
Chapter completed!