In fact, Cheng Wei felt that he was not qualified to speak up.
Who should be the king should be decided by Shen Mo and Bai Youwei, and he respects everyone's thoughtful decision.
But Bai Youwei asked him to listen, so he just listened.
"The form of the battle is a confrontational game. Once lost, the king and his subjects will lose the puzzle. When the number of puzzles is insufficient, the king will die, and the subjects will just become commoners." Bai Youwei said, "Mr. Cheng, this is obvious. The king's risk is far higher than his subjects."
Teacher Cheng nodded and sighed, "That's right..."
Bai Youwei went on to say: "If you want to enter the final match, you must win at least four rounds of battles, and what format the final match will be is still unknown. Looking at it pessimistically, the probability of us winning the final is very, very small, since casualties are everywhere. Inevitably, then why not choose the one who has a way out?"
Teacher Cheng looked at her blankly: "You mean..."
"Mr. Cheng, I have a doll's house." Bai Youwei smiled lightly, "If I think I have no chance of winning, I can hide in the doll's house before the game starts, but if the king is Shen Mo, no matter what kind of opponent he is, he They must be attacked head-on, and there is no way out.”
Teacher Cheng listened with a hesitant expression: "Weiwei, are you worried that something will happen to Shen Mo, so you..."
"Of course I'm worried about him." Bai Youwei smiled, "But you can't deny that my analysis just now makes sense, right?"
Teacher Cheng frowned and fell silent.
Bai Youwei lowered her voice and said slowly, "Mr. Cheng, as long as I am in the doll's house, you will definitely find a way to save me, but if something happens to Shen Mo... I really have no way."
The last words clearly touched Cheng Weicai.
He nodded heavily and said, "I see... If someone asks my opinion, I'll be on your side."
Bai Youwei pursed the corners of her mouth and smiled.
She didn't know if she could win to the end, she didn't think about what she wanted the world to become, but at least for now, she would try her best to take the initiative in her own hands... Even if the opponent was Shen Mo.
It's not that she doesn't trust Shen Mo, but because she really doesn't want to... become a building block for people to step on.
She wants to be king.
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At night, the lights are still on in the training room.
Yu Chaohui hit hard on the sandbag, finally closed his fist, and came to rest on the bench beside him.
On the ring not far ahead, Tan Xiao was waving his fist at Shen Mo.
Tan Xiao practiced with the coach for a day, but he was still unable to get the point, and he became incoherent when he was typing, so Shen Mo practiced him himself.
Yu Chaohui watched for a while and heard the sound of a wheelchair coming in.
You don't have to look back to know who's coming.
There is only one person in a wheelchair in this building.
Yu Chaohui stared indifferently ahead, ignoring the movement behind him as if he didn't hear it.
The sound of Bai Youwei's wheelchair came slowly, getting closer and closer to him, and finally stopped beside him.
Yu Chaohui then gave her a sideways glance.
Bai Youwei smiled lightly, "I know, you have always been unconvinced. You think only Shen Mo is qualified to be a king, right?"
Yu Chaohui glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze and said nothing.
Maybe it's unwilling to argue with her, maybe it's disdain to communicate with her.
Bai Youwei didn't care, looked at Shen Mohe who was training in the distance and laughed softly, "If the king wins, the subjects will share the fruits of victory with him, but if the king loses, he will die, and the subjects will just become commoners. That's it... Are you sure you want to choose him as king?"
Yu Chaohui frowned deeply, and turned his head with a bad look: "What are you trying to say?"
Bai Youwei smiled lightly, "You should know what I want to say."