Death Progress Bar Chapter 39 - Egg Cakes

Shi Jin soon regretted making a bet with Lian Jun.

“That’s impossible, how could I lose? I clearly counted the tiles!” Shi Jin said, punching the air in frustration, grimacing.

Xiao Si consoled,

Shi Jin sighed, dispirited. “But now I can’t ask Jun-shao to help me investigate my brothers’ mothers.”

the system replied innocently.

“That would make me owe him a favor. Then, I won’t have righteousness on my side when I force him to drink soup!” Shi Jin’s thoughts ran deep.

The system kept silent for a moment, then muttered,

“I didn’t hear you clearly, can you repeat what you just said?” Shi Jin’s tone was menacing.

Xiao Si swallowed back its words and enthusiastically suggested, “You can ask Darling to play with you again. You lost once, but I’m sure you’ll win next time! Don’t give up, JinJin! I believe in you!>

Shi Jin thought it made sense, and the fire in his heart rekindled. “Yes, with my skills, losing is a plete accident! I’m sure to win next time!” He grabbed the tablet and dashed through the RV.

He returned to his seat ten minutes later and plopped down, heaving a sigh. “The dealing system has to be biased against me—Lian Jun gets all the good tiles, and I useless ones. Now, I need to make him a birthday cake every year… Oh, by the way, when is his birthday?”

Xiao Si rattled off,

Taken aback, Shi Jin glanced at his phone’s calendar and found that Lian Jun’s birthday was nearly here—this year, Lunar New Year came later than usual. Now, it was already the end of February; spring was not even a month away.

The system twittered on,

The longer Shi Jin listened, the more suspicious he became. He felt that Xiao Si’s tone was a bit too cheerful and expectant, as if it’d long know things would turn out that way. Frowning, he recalled the two games, then thought about the betting stakes Xiao Si proposed. He said through clenched teeth, “Xiao Si, it was you, right? You manipulated the app and made it deal bad tiles to me!”

Xiao Si jumped in fright, and stammered,

Shi Jin got goosebumps because of all these “nest greasy.” At this point, he was certain it was Xiao Si’s scheme, and said with indignation, “Lian Jun is your Darling so you only care about him, huh? He’s your son, and I’m your stepchild!”

The system squawked.

“Bullshit!” Shi Jin nearly banged his fist on the table.

The other people in the RV saw Shi Jin sulking in the corner, glowering at his tablet as if he wanted to eat it raw. Apparently, he blamed it for losing.

Gua Two couldn’t look at it any longer. He said, with a hard to describe expression on his face, “He hurt his shoulder, not his head, right? How e he looks even more stupid?”

Gua Three and Gua Five also couldn’t stand it anymore. Looking as if they wanted to speak but bit their tongues, they kept sending Lian Jun covert glances.

Lian Jun was talking business with Gua One, but noticing that everyone’s attention was on him, he looked sideways at Shi Jin. He tapped on the wheelchair armrest, then moved it to Shi Jin’s side. Pulling the tablet out of the teenager’s hand, he said, “Let’s play again. If I win, you will pick up your lessons. If I lose, I promise to fulfil your request.”

Shi Jin stopped the childish squabble with Xiao Si, and his eyes lit up, but then he frowned and asked, “Lessons? What lessons?”

Lian Jun already opened the mahjong app. “High school lessons.”

“High school lessons?” Shi Jin was somewhat confused.

What high school lessons? He’d graduated from college years ago already. Why did he have to pick up the high school lessons?

Xiao Si reminded him in his mind,

Shi Jin: “…”

The system twisted the knife: