"Boss, how on earth is your brain wired? All five of us teamed up and still couldn't beat you, it's just too disheartening." Ma Chong muttered as he stuck more notes on his face, nearly running out of space.
After the meeting in the evening, Ma Chong, Shao Bo, Wang Song, and the other two instructors, Li Qian and Niu Xiaobing, shamelessly stayed in Ye Xuan's room, insisting on playing poker.
They played every man for themselves, meaning no teams, hit whoever you want. All five ganged up against Ye Xuan, but now, Ye Xuan's face is clean, while all five of them had their faces covered in notes.
Shao Bo snorted, "Ma Chong, it was your brilliant idea, saying we could surely cover the boss's face with notes, but look what happened?"
Ma Chong sighed heavily, "Boss is just superhuman. From now on, I'll spare myself the humiliation."
Ye Xuan glanced over at them, their faces obscured by notes, and couldn't help but smirk, "Still want to play? There's no space left on your faces."
