Chapter 41 Small Theater 1

When the power went out at the training camp, Fukama was lying on the bed reading a book, and the sound of Minabu blowing his hair came from the bathroom.

The surroundings suddenly plunged into darkness, and Fengjian frantically grabbed the edge of the bed to avoid falling. She fished out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and pushed open the door, only to find that not only her room, but the entire corridor and the entire training camp were dark. It was obvious that there had been a sudden power outage.

Deep in the dark corridor erupted the young man's ghostly howls. It was Taocheng's voice, no doubt: "What the hell? I just put on some hair oil!"

"You must be kidding. I'm only halfway through the game..."

The following voices stopped abruptly because Sanada was "too lax and actually brought a game console to the training camp."

Fengjian closed the door silently, and just as he turned around, he was met with a face full of resentment. The cold light cast on the face made it look strange and bizarre. With black hair and a white dress, she looked like a female ghost from a movie.

She gasped and jumped back three steps, "Ghost, ghost—"

"It's me, April," Yuan said, pushing her hair aside and taking the flashlight off her chin with a smile. "You're too timid. There are only two of us in the room."

"You bastard," Feng Jian clenched his fist, bent his knuckles and flicked her forehead lightly, "You bastard... If you scare me again next time, I will tell Senior Gan that you secretly hid his wristband."

"Ah," Yuan's voice suddenly rose an octave, staring at her in disbelief, "April, how did you know that?"

"Is there something I don't know?" Feng Jian raised his hair, looking proud, "I also know that you secretly practiced drinking dry juice... mmm..."

The rest of the words were covered by Yuan.

"I'm really scared of you," Yuan sighed, "Okay, okay, I won't scare you anymore in the future. But if you dare to tell anyone about my senior's affairs, then..." She skillfully made a gesture of wiping her neck.

Fengjian nodded rapidly.

A few minutes later, everyone received a message from the coach that there was a temporary power outage in the training camp and the evening training was cancelled.

The window was open, and the summer heat penetrated every corner. Yuan tossed and turned in bed. Fengjian looked out the window. The moon tonight was as big as a jade plate. He didn't know how Sister Ling was doing, and whether she had followed the rehabilitation plan that was made for her.

When the sound of turning over for the tenth time came, Fengjian closed his eyes and could clearly hear the rustling sound of Yuan sitting up in bed, mixed with a small complaint, "It's too hot, I really can't sleep."

The edge of the bed suddenly gave way, and Yuan fell beside her, his arm wrapped around her and dangling, his voice drawn out: "April~~ Let's play a game, call Taocheng and the others!"

Feng Jian opened his eyes resignedly, "What do you want to play?"

"Let's go," Yuan pulled her off the bed, "Let's go find Momoshiro and the others."

"ha?"

Half a minute later, Kazama sat on the sofa, looked at Momoshiro, then looked at Gen who looked excited, and finally looked at Echizen who was hugged by Momoshiro around the neck, and they all sighed.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Momoshiro jumped out of bed to open it, "I guess it's Eiji-senpai and the others!"

However, when he opened the door and saw the crowd outside, he was petrified and thought, "You must be kidding..."

Looking over Momoshiro's shoulder, Kazama saw the figures outside the door. Not only the people from Seigaku, but also Kamio Ibu from Fudomine, Kamishiro from Jounari Shonan and others had come.

"Well, Taocheng, did you call so many people?" Yuan swallowed.

"I was wondering if you called everyone to come," Momoshiro said, a few beads of cold sweat on his forehead, "I didn't expect that even President Tezuka would come."

When his eyes met that of the young man with messy chestnut hair in the crowd, Kazama was the first to glance away.

"Kazama is here too," Fuji suddenly laughed, his eyes moving between Kazama and Momoshiro, "You have a good relationship with Momo, right, Tezuka?"

Tezuka pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the faint light, and didn't respond.

"Nani, Nani, I heard we were going to play games, so I called everyone over. It's more fun when there are more people," Kikumaru rushed in with a smile. "Where are we going to play? There's not enough space in the room."

"Why don't we go to the hall? There should be enough space for all of us there," Oishi suggested.

However, when everyone arrived at the hall, Fengjian and the other two were surprised to find that the team, which originally had only a dozen people, had expanded to dozens of people like a snowball.

"I heard we can play games. How can such an occasion be without an ace player like me?" Kirihara put his hands on his hips, his eyes eager to try. When Sanada glared at him, he dodged behind Yanagi, "Deputy Minister Sanada..."

"You're really too lax!" Sanada lowered the brim of his hat. He was meditating in the room, but when he heard the noise in the corridor, he was pulled out by Liu as soon as he went out.

"Even when playing games, there are no blind spots in Rikkai University." Liu calmly pulled out a chair and sat down.

"How can such a grand occasion work without me here to take charge?" Atobe sat down on the chair that Kabadi had pulled out, a glass of red wine in his hand. "Right, Kabaji?"

“Usu.”

The scene was as bustling as a market, the summer heat streaming in through the windows. Everyone sat in a huge circle. Kikumaru threw a pillow to Oishi, but it was intercepted by Sanada's hand mid-throw, and the pillow fell on Yanagi's notebook. Momoshiro and Kaidou were arm wrestling, and the Kisarazu brothers were discussing the taste of tonight's meal... Gen stood in the center, holding a book as a megaphone. "Silence! The training camp power outage operation has officially begun."

The noise on the field faded.

"The rules of the game are simple. I'll take out an alarm clock as a time bomb, and pass it around alternately clockwise and counterclockwise. The person who gets the alarm clock gets to ask the next person a question, and after they answer, they pass it around. Whoever is holding the alarm clock when it rings will be punished. The punishment is done by drawing lots. This includes, but is not limited to, dry juice tasting, truth or dare, and more. However, if you answer a question twice with "I don't know" or repeat the same answer, you'll still be punished."

Everyone on the field who had this thought in mind lowered their heads silently.

"Then what's the use of the signs in our hands?" Kamio raised his hand.

"That's a good question, Kamio-san. Now, our second host will explain the rules to everyone."

Ju Xing took over the microphone from Yuan and explained with a smile, "Everyone's cards are only white and red. People with the same color form a group. The final victory is determined by the group with the most members alive. All of the above."

Shen Cheng's expression was calm: "This kind of game is better to see who can catch the alarm clock with their eyes closed."

Saeki sat in his seat, smiling broadly, "I'm more accurate with my racket."

"If there are no other questions, the battle begins now!"

The alarm clock jumped among the crowd like a hot potato.

"For me, who already has all your information, winning this game should be easy." Guanyue twirled his hair with his fingertips and rested his right hand on his left elbow.

Until a weak voice came from beside him, "Senior Guanyue..."

The alarm clock rang in his arms, and Guanyue slowly lowered his head to the alarm clock in his hand.

"The loser will be punished," Yuan said, smiling as he handed over the lottery box. When he leaned over and saw the slip of paper in the other person's hand, his gloating voice rose an octave. "Congratulations to our number one loser. You've won first prize: a glass of enhanced dry juice."

“…”

Before Guanyue died, he seemed to see Yuta turning his head away with an apologetic look on his face from the corner of his eye.

One person from the White Group was killed.

The game continues.