Looking up, Cheng Zhu saw the blond-haired man opposite him with a somewhat unpleasant expression, staring intently at him. Cheng Zhu knew very well that he had also seen the rules and was therefore worried. However, his worry shouldn't be about whether he could beat Cheng Zhu: "Did you see the rules?"

"I see. What a pity, only one of us can leave here." The blond-haired man's uneasy expression seemed to reflect his worry about the rules.

But he quickly put on a bright smile again: "Miss Christine, don't worry, I'll let you leave safely. My table tennis skills are very good, I can beat others later!"

Picking up the racket that had somehow appeared on the table and the ping-pong ball placed in the middle, Cheng Zhu raised an innocent smile:

"Really? That's great. Shall I go first?"

"Okay." The blond guy smiled and waved his racket, seemingly greeting him in a friendly manner.

The next second, he saw Cheng Zhu toss the ping-pong ball up, and then with Cheng Zhu's quick movement, the ball suddenly flew over the net, bounced on the table on his side, and flew behind him with a whooshing sound.

"1 to 0".

The announcement that had been coming from under the pool table now steadily read out the score.

Cheng Zhu looked at Aiden, whose smile had frozen, and continued to maintain that innocent smile: "You're so nice. You said you'd go easy on me, but you didn't even fight back."

"You...aren't you very good at it?"

The other person practically spat out those words through gritted teeth, their smile completely overshadowed by rage in their eyes. They were clearly furious at Cheng Zhu's previous modesty and felt deceived: "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a spectacular performance!"

Seeing Aiden's anger, Cheng Zhu vaguely guessed what he wanted to do.

The fourth rule mentioned that "you can use the rules to weaken your opponent." The later rules are completely useless, so the first three rules naturally contain methods to weaken your opponent.