When A Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated Into The Original Novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - When a Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated into the Original Novel Please read the novel at bcnovels ?❁? ?♡?

Seeing that the wheel stopped on the red s.p.a.ce, the person who was happiest was Fang Youde. He didn't know why he was afraid of these two disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Logically, he shouldn't get caught, but Yi Xichen's confident att.i.tude made him feel uneasy.

Fang Youde smiled: "Hey, this Shixiong's luck is really good. When he bet, the wheel landed on the red s.p.a.ce. You said that I was cheating but if I was cheating, wouldn't you just get white all the time?"

Yi Xichen was very determined: "Don’t worry, I will still play."

Zhangsun Zijun stood by and looked at Yi Xichen thoughtfully. The Yi Xichen in front of him was not the same as Yi Xichen in his memory. This one was bright and cheerful but had some evil little tricks up his sleeve. The Yi Xichen in his memory was weak and confused. He was the type of person who looked at his own shadow and felt dejected. In his memory, Zhangsun Zijun loved Yi Xichen but that kind of love was the brainless sort that was imposed by external forces. He had never wondered why he felt this way or questioned his att.i.tude.

Now that he looked back at the eight years in his memory, his face was fuzzy and blurred, an unfathomable mystery.

He remembered the past when he was young. He and Yi Xichen grew up in the Medicine Hall. They were very poor. The disciples of the Sword Refining Hall were the lucky ones, all they had to do was to cultivate and train every day. Whatever they needed was given to them so they didn't need to worry about anything. On the other hand, the disciples of the Medicine Hall needed to do a lot of ch.o.r.es like sweeping the courtyard, copying the scriptures, and sometimes they were even insulted and bullied by disciples from the other halls.

Despite all that, those were very happy days. Yi Xichen has always been the type who wouldn't collapse if the sky were to fall down on him. In fact, he was slyer than anyone else. Whenever someone dared to bully them Yi Xichen had many clever ways of dealing with them.

Even if they worked hard all day long, even if he was injured by the demon beasts and couldn't gather any useful herbs, Yi Xichen was always full of vitality. They liked to sit back to back on the top of the mountain to watch the sunset. Yi Xichen would wipe the blood from his face and says in a cheerful, a.s.sertive tone: "Zijun, we will become very strong."

"Ok."

"So strong that no one can fight us."

"Ok."

"At that time will we still be together?"

"Yes."

“Ha ha ha ha, let's go, let's go back and train!"

When Zhangsun Zijun finished reminiscing, his eyes once again fell on Yi Xichen’s face and he smiled. The boy of that year should have grown up like this, rather than the fuzzy appearance in his memory. If that was the case, the fact that Zhangsun Zijun loved him so much is something inevitable and right.

Yi Xichen continued to bet spirit stones. These spirit stones were his precious belongings. Ordinarily, if he lost one he would feel depressed for a long time but at the moment his eyes showed no concern as he lost one after the other. There were wins and loses. He lost more than he won and the spirit stones in his bag were getting fewer and fewer. Soon, all of his primary spirit stones were lost, leaving only a few intermediate spirit stones.

That Fang Youde watched. He had never seen such a customer who didn't care about winning or losing at all, as if his sole purpose was to throw all the spirit stones into the gambling wheel.

Yi Xichen soon lost his spiritual stones and a crowd was forming around him. They wanted to see what he was going to do.

Yi Xichen shrugged and said to Zhangsun Zijun: "Hey, do you have spirit stones? Give them to me."

Zhangsun Zijun didn't need money and handed his waller over – the handing over of property to his wife was a basic quality of a gong.

The more he lost, the more the smile on Yi Xichen’s face grew brighter and the more Fang Youde's head was drenched in cold sweat.

Finally, Xi Xichen dropped the last spirit stone into the groove, and the gambling stopped and fell on the white s.p.a.ce. There were only two empty moneybags left. There were no more spirit stones left.

Fang Youde wiped the sweat on his face and smiled awkwardly: "This Shixiong, do you still want to play?"

"I don’t want play. But I found an interesting thing. Does Fang Shixiong want to know what it is?" He said: “Does everyone here want to know?"

Fang Youde began staring at him again.

"The odds are as follows: the blue s.p.a.ce has a 1 in 5 chance while the red s.p.a.ce has a 1 in 10 chance. Isn't that right?"

Fang Youde straightened his neck and said, "Yes, that’s right."

"If this gambling wheel is legitimate, then every 20 turns it should land on the blue s.p.a.ce four times and on the red s.p.a.ce two times. It should land on the white s.p.a.ce 14 times. However, I was observing people play for one hour and played 166 games myself. There were 632 plays but only 64 landed on the blue s.p.a.ce and only six on the red. In other words, the probability of landing on blue is only 1 in 10 while the red is 1 in 100." Yi Xichen smiled. "Fang Shixiong, one person losing is just bad luck. There were more than 100 people who played more than 600 times. All of them were unlucky. Is it because all of them had bad luck or is it because the odds are extremely favorable towards you?"

There was an uproar around them!

The talented wandering cultivator who had just gone away was now back. After listening to Yi Xichen’s remarks and making his way to the center of the crowd, he was extremely angry and shouted: "I said that he was cheating! It's a fraud! Give my spirit stones back to me!"

A monk said: "You really counted more than 600 plays? Isn't that your own invention?"

Yi Xichen lazily glanced at him: "This Taoist monk and Fang Shixiong are working together, right? Previously when the wandering cultivator questioned Fang Shixiong, you also spoke up. Although you left often, you always returned. Six times when someone suspected foul play, you spoke up and shamed the other person."

The monk’s face immediately turned bright red: "You! You're spouting nonsense! I don’t know anybody here!"

Fang Youde also scowled: "It seems that this little Shixiong is determined to find fault? This is empty talk. You say you counted the plays but no one else was counting so you can just come up with whatever number you want to. Where is the evidence? I am a disciple of the Mysterious Spirit Sect.