All eyes turned to the dice cup. Inside were three dice, showing one, three, and six dots respectively.
"If I'm not mistaken, one plus three plus six equals ten, right?" Yahir deliberately counted on his fingers, looking smugly at Frederick. "Now, who copied whom? You should be clear about that, right?"
Frederick's face suddenly turned red. He looked at the dice in the cup, unwilling to accept his defeat. "Continue," he said coldly.
He comforted himself that it was just luck. He wouldn't be so lucky next time. But soon, he realized he was wrong.
With a loud clatter, the dice rolled and landed on the table. "Two ones and a three, a total of five points," Grant said, smiling confidently as he wrote down the number on a piece of paper.
Frederick, on the other hand, was more cautious this time. He closed his eyes, furrowed his brows, and after writing down two numbers and crossing them out, he finally wrote down a six.
