"I'll play," Shen Qing said.
Fifth Wang Zhen twitched the corner of his mouth. The butterfly effect stirred up by the demanding little Sixth had finally reached him. Looking at the Chinese chess game halfway done with no opponent left, he let out a deep sigh. Ah, well.
The sixth, seventh, and eighth rounds of mahjong went much like the previous ones. Oh, except the person dealing into others' hands had changed.
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