Drifting Towards You

"Plate 1, 694." Mu Beiting stared at the big screen and said in a deep voice.

"Plate 2, 573." Han Che did the same.

"Plate 4, 658."

Mu Beiting jumped directly from No. 3 to No. 4, Han Che glanced at him directly: "No. 15, 238."

At this point, the order was completely disrupted, and there was no way for the two to choose.

After a few minutes passed, half of the cards on the big screen had been revealed.

This means that both of them have memorized at least fifty numbers.

"Both players are really great. Who do you think will win in the end?" The host once again threw the topic to Su Xiangwan.

Mu Beiting and Han Che looked up together.

Knowing a certain man's small belly chicken intestines, Su Xiangwan chose Mu Beiting without hesitation.

Han Che sneered at this, but Mu Beiting's expression eased a little bit.

After easing for a few seconds, the two continued.

The difference is that this time the difficulty increased and Mu Beiting took the lead: "The 33rd card, 277, the 38th card, 980, the 178th card, 916."

Mu Beiting reported the numbers on three cards in succession, Han Che frowned, and also reported the numbers on three cards in a row.

At this point, the pace of the game has accelerated and it has become more tense.

In a blink of an eye, there were only less than forty cards left, Han Che lowered his eyes slightly and was silent for a moment, then reported three more cards.

Mu Beiting still didn't have the slightest stutter, and he was very agile.

With nine cards left, it was Han Che's turn again.

"The two really showed us super memory, but everyone can see that Han Che seems to be a little tired. I don't know if he can successfully report three cards?" The host looked at Han Che. look.

Han Che stared at the cards on the big screen, was silent for a long time, and slowly said, "The 167th card, 963."

"Are you sure? If you are sure, the card will show up." The host tentatively said.

Han Che stared at the big screen silently, obviously without initial certainty.

Su Xiangwan retracted his gaze from him, turned his head to look at Mu Beiting, his face was still expressionless, his expression calm, which made people feel that he was completely incomprehensible.

"Yes, but it seems to be wrong." Han Che said slowly.