Chapter 171: Ying Chanxi

After waiting in line for a few minutes, it was finally Li Luo and Ying Chanxi's turn.

Zhao Rongjun came over to guide them and handed out an eye mask: "This pink one is for girls."

"Thank you." Ying Chanxi took the eye mask, put it on her head, and before covering her eyes, carefully studied the positions of the three dragons on the blackboard.

Zhao Rongjun also timely told Ying Chanxi: "Your team draws the left dragon's eyes—just walk straight."

"Ready?" Li Luo asked from behind her, "You can stare all you want, but you still need me to guide you."

"Hmph." Ying Chanxi, provoked by him, immediately pulled the eye mask over her eyes and said, "Go ahead—don't try to mislead me just to win."

"I'm not you." Li Luo chuckled, "Walk straight. Zhao Rongjun, time her."

"Oh." Zhao Rongjun glanced at the wall clock and noted the time Ying Chanxi started, "Timing begins."

"Got it." After putting on the eye mask, Ying Chanxi saw only darkness; as she stepped forward, she instinctively raised both arms.

She knew perfectly well there was nothing ahead, yet she moved cautiously, afraid to walk too fast.

"There's nothing in front of you—I'll warn you when you reach the podium steps," Li Luo said from behind.

"I know, don't rush me."

When a person is plunged into darkness and loses sight, they easily fall into subconscious anxiety.

What seemed like a simple game became harder than Ying Chanxi imagined, since she could see nothing and had to rely entirely on her teammate's verbal cues.

"The steps are right ahead," Li Luo warned, "About a meter from your right foot—yes, kick forward slightly to feel where the step is."

Ying Chanxi followed Li Luo's instructions, found the steps, stepped onto the podium, and groped her way to the blackboard, then felt for a piece of chalk in the tray.

"Where's the dragon?" Ying Chanxi raised her arm and asked Li Luo.

"Take one step left."

"Like this?"

"Left a bit more."

"Is it good now?"

"Too far—step half a pace right."

"Like this?"

"OK, stand still," Li Luo said. "Raise your right hand, lift it up—good, mark it right here on the blackboard."

"Draw a circle, then move half a palm's width to the left and draw another."

"All right, take off the eye mask."

Following Li Luo's instructions, Ying Chanxi finished drawing and then removed the eye mask to look.

On the blackboard, two indistinct shapes—barely recognizable as eyes—had been drawn on the dragon's head.

And because Ying Chanxi's right hand had drifted slightly during the horizontal movement, the eyes looked uneven, giving them a lopsided, awkward appearance.

But the requirements for this little game in Class Three were low—just passable was enough.

So when Luo Jiajia came over to inspect, she still stamped Ying Chanxi's form.

"Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds," Zhao Rongjun said, glancing at the clock.

"That's fast, right?" Ying Chanxi snorted proudly, "Get ready to bark."

"Why the rush?" Li Luo chuckled. "Planning to mess with me later and delay my time?"

"I—I didn't…!" Ying Chanxi's secret motive was exposed; her eyes darted nervously. "I'll guide you better than you did me."

"Really? But I'd rather hear you bark like a dog." Li Luo smiled, not immediately putting on the eye mask Zhao Rongjun handed him, but asking instead, "Can I walk through it first?"

"Huh?" Zhao Rongjun blinked. "Sure, go ahead—but there's a big difference between walking with and without the mask. It won't help much."

"You think just walking once is enough?" Ying Chanxi added. "I wore the mask just now and almost couldn't walk."

"Don't rush—trying won't cost you anything." Li Luo looked down at the classroom floor, found the starting point, and aligned his toe with the seam of the tiles.

Then he stepped forward, walked straight to the podium, picked up chalk, and raised his hand to draw eyes on the dragon's head where the previous ones had been erased.

But he didn't stop after drawing one dragon—he walked over and drew eyes on the heads of the other two dragons too.

Then he returned the chalk to exactly where he'd picked it up and went back to the starting point.

"Alright, go ahead," Li Luo said, picking up the eye mask.

Ying Chanxi stared at him skeptically: "That's it? If you can remember all that, I'll not only bark like a dog, I'll oink like a pig too."

This wasn't just about memorizing information—even if Li Luo had a good memory, this involved sensory deprivation from the eye mask.

Ying Chanxi truly didn't believe he could remember it all.

"That's what you said," Li Luo only smiled. "I've memorized it—don't forget to bark and oink. Both, no exceptions."

"Hmph, if you fail, you've got to do both too."

"I didn't say that—you did," Li Luo chuckled as he put on the eye mask.

"If you don't oink, I won't guide you," Ying Chanxi pouted, sulking.

"I never said you had to guide me," Li Luo lifted the eye mask, checked his feet against the tile seam, then covered his eyes again.

After a brief silence, Li Luo strode forward with confident steps.

His speed was so great it seemed he wasn't wearing the mask at all.

"Hey!" Ying Chanxi gasped, about to shout to stop him—then, seeing him nearly reach the podium steps, she grew frantic, "Be careful! There are steps ahead! Don't fall!"

As she shouted, she couldn't help running forward, afraid he'd trip.

But Li Luo moved as if he had x-ray vision, stepping onto the podium without a single pause.

Even the way he picked up the chalk and drew matched his earlier movements exactly—if anyone had memorized them, they'd notice not a single deviation.

Soon after,

all three dragons on the blackboard had been given a pair of eyes by Li Luo.

Not the slightest difference.

"Alright." Li Luo removed his blindfold and glanced at the blackboard, then nodded in satisfaction. "Is this good enough?"

Ying Chanxi, who had been following Li Luo to the foot of the podium, stared at the blackboard before her, mouth agape, speechless.

Only when Li Luo had stamped the seal and approached Ying Chanxi, waving his hand in front of her eyes, did she slowly come back to herself.

"How did you do that?" Ying Chanxi regarded Li Luo with suspicion, then pulled the blindfold off his forehead, thoroughly doubting whether he and Zhao Rongjun had conspired to cheat.

But after studying it for a long time, it was just an ordinary blindfold—impossible for the wearer to see the path clearly.

Even if worn loosely enough to glimpse the ground faintly through the gap beneath, it could never allow such precise drawing of eyes on the blackboard.

"I already told you." Li Luo returned the blindfold to Zhao Rongjun. "I have X-ray vision."

"I'd believe you if pigs could fly," Ying Chanxi rolled her eyes.

"What about the dog barking?" Li Luo raised an eyebrow. "A bet's a bet—you also promised to grunt like a pig."

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi's face flushed red. She leaned close to him and whispered, "S-soften your voice, okay? I'll do it for you at home, alright?"

"Huh? Where'd that bold attitude go?" Li Luo teased. "Why are you whispering all of a sudden?"

"Stop talking!" Ying Chanxi puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. "Who knew you were this creepy—wearing a blindfold like you had X-ray vision!"

"Fine, I'll spare your life for now." Li Luo chuckled. "Wait for me when you get home tonight."

"Hmph, fine." Ying Chanxi grumbled but accepted the loss. "I'll do it at home, but not at school."

"Then let's finish the event with Class Four and our Class Eight, and head to the prize draw." Li Luo stopped teasing her and walked toward the classroom door with a smile.

Ying Chanxi hurried to follow.

After clearing Class Four's mini-game, they quickly returned to Class Eight's classroom.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Ying Chanxi pulled him into Class Eight. "Once we finish this, we can go draw prizes."

"What's the rush?" Li Luo stepped into the classroom and saw Yan Zhusheng still seated, fiddling with her instrument.

This time, however, she held the guitar Li Luo had brought, and with Ren Zheng beside her, played a fifteen-second melody.

Li Luo scanned the classroom and quickly spotted Xu Guangtao, the one responsible for stamping. He walked over, tapped him on the shoulder, and signaled for the stamp.

Xu Guangtao, seeing it was Li Luo, asked no questions. He immediately handed over the stamp, then watched as Li Luo stamped it twice—once on his own and once on Ying Chanxi's collection album—before returning it.

"Thanks for your trouble," Li Luo patted Xu Guangtao's shoulder, then flashed Ying Chanxi a grin.

"You're so sneaky," Ying Chanxi whispered like a thief. "How can you cheat like this?"

"The sooner we draw, the more chances we might get," Li Luo said. "If we need to, we can come back and play again after."

"Alright." Ying Chanxi looked at her fully filled collection album, still pleased, and immediately headed for the door.

But just then, Yan Zhusheng, upon seeing Li Luo, walked over holding the guitar and said, "I'm a bit tired."

"Then rest a while," Li Luo said. "Or go find Xu Yinghuan—she can accompany you to visit other classes."

Yan Zhusheng shook her head, glancing curiously at Li Luo's collection album. "Have you finished everything?"

"Just finished collecting," Li Luo shook his album. "But it's already past ten—there's no way you'll finish collecting everything now."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded. "But you finished."

"... What do you mean?"

"I worked hard this morning," Yan Zhusheng said seriously. "Can I have one prize draw?"

Li Luo looked at her with amusement. "I thought you were going to say something big. If you want to draw, come with me."

"Okay!" Yan Zhusheng nodded and immediately followed Li Luo.

Outside the classroom, Ying Chanxi, who had been waiting for Li Luo, saw he now had someone beside him.

"Why is Zhusheng here too?"