Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 693 - 437: Sugoroku Day (Part 4)

Fushimi Roku figured it out—they’ve ford an anti-Roku alliance, mainly because Minamoto Tamako got hoodwinked by Taira Sakurako. He felt it was unfair and imdiately objected, "It didn’t say how many tis you can peek, so it’s defaulted to just once."

"Why? Why isn’t it defaulted to peeking at everything?" Minamoto Tamako retorted.

Fushimi Roku played a word ga, "If it said peek at everything by default, the note should say ’Step on this square and peek at all tags,’ instead of ’any’ tag, which ans it’s just one. If it were plural, it should specify an exact number, otherwise, this tag would be unreasonable and should be voided."

No one could outplay him in word gas, having navigated through nurous loopholes in legal clauses.

Minamoto Tamako and Taira Sakurako were left speechless, unable to refute him, they had to give up.

Even being able to peek once was pretty good, it was a huge advantage. Taira Sakurako didn’t look at the few starting boxes but went straight to the third-to-last box at the finish line—the last and second-to-last boxes were written by her and Minamoto Tamako, and the third-to-last was written by Fushimi Roku.

"What does it say, what does it say?" Minamoto Tamako hurriedly asked.

"Squat like a puppy and bark." Taira Sakurako said with a blank face.

"Darn it, so bad!" Minamoto Tamako was instantly united in indignation.

The three continued the ga, taking turns rolling dice, starting to chase and race each other.

After several rounds of play, they gradually figured out each person’s tendency for writing tags.

Minamoto Tamako’s tags were the best, either moving forward a few squares or rolling the dice again. The harshest penalty was shouting ’Captain Tamako is wise and powerful’ three tis;

Next was Taira Sakurako, a mix of good and bad. The good tags were generally beneficial, like choosing whether to execute the next tag landed on, while bad tags mostly pulled others back, like forcibly rearranging tags behind;

The worst tags were the ones Fushimi Roku wrote, mostly pitfalls—barking like a dog, oinking like a pig, owing like a cat, standing on one’s head to wash hair, eating noodles through the nose, wearing panties on the head... everyone avoided his tags, including himself.

But in fact, Minamoto Tamako and Taira Sakurako both overlooked one thing—that Fushimi Roku was quite the gambler.

Though he did write mostly pit tags, he also seriously wrote one good tag, which was "Advance to the last square of the finish line."

Fushimi Roku never ntioned it; even if he was falling behind in progress, he remained calm, quietly approaching that square.

Ha! The most interesting part of the ga is the coback from behind!

Minamoto Tamako saw the hope of victory. She and Taira Sakurako had already left Fushimi Roku far behind, at least ten squares, unless both stayed in place for two consecutive rounds, otherwise it would be impossible for Fushimi Roku to overtake them!

"See? That’s the power of friendship! You should learn more about socializing; with friends’ help, you can go further..."

Minamoto Tamako had already started her victory speech.

As soon as she finished speaking, Fushimi Roku finished shaking the dice, moved forward three squares, and voluntarily landed on the square he wrote. Taira Sakurako was the first to react, tactically leaning back.

——"Advance to the last square of the finish line"

Minamoto Tamako stared at the line of small text on the note, her eyes widening in shock. She looked up again at Fushimi Roku, who was pressing down the corners of his mouth in a smile, already looking like a Japanese person.

"You’re cheating!" she shouted.

"You said it, the ga is for gentlen, no prior restrictions, so it’s fair," Fushimi Roku said.

Minamoto Tamako could not refute him, lying defeated, hands hanging on the tatami, feeling imnse unwillingness. Losing the ga was one thing, but not getting to eat chilled waterlon tonight made her want to angrily ask the heavens why it was so unfair...

At this mont, Taira Sakurako leaned over to her ear and whispered a few words.

Minamoto Tamako was stunned, hesitated for a mont, then suddenly raised her head, hugged Fushimi Roku’s arm, looked up at him with teary eyes, and softly pleaded:

"Mr. Deer... please don’t go, okay? I, I like you the most... you would certainly stay for , right?"

Fushimi Roku was stunned, his right hand holding the toy figure suspended in mid-air.