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Or... how about we just guess a number? Like 8? Or 6? They both sound auspicious...
Just as he was about to throw caution to the wind and randomly pick a number, Saitama, who was getting really bored while waiting, pulled a crumpled flyer out of his pocket.
That was a flyer for a "Hero's Appreciation Day" promotion from a newly opened supermarket nearby, which someone had forced into his hand on his way to the temple today.
He listlessly unfolded the flyer, his eyes scanning it over and over.
"Oh, eggs are on sale! I can buy some tomorrow... Saury is good too... Hmm? What's this?"
His gaze was drawn to a fun little activity in the corner of the flyer—
Guess how many beans are in the jar? Customers who correctly guess the number of black beans in our store's "signature treasure" glass jar can win a whole year's supply of free soy sauce!
Next to the photo of the giant glass jar on the flyer, there was a line of small print detailing the event and... yesterday's lucky number reference.
[Friendly reminder: The lucky number for those who guessed correctly yesterday was 18]
Lin Mo happened to see this.
Saitama glanced at it with boredom, while Lin Mo's peripheral vision, which was wandering around awkwardly, happened to catch the Arabic numeral that was specially marked with a red circle.
Is 18 my lucky number...?
A thought flashed through Lin Mo's mind like lightning.
A dead horse becomes a live doctor!
He slowly put down the wooden box in his hands. He raised his head and calmly said:
Chapter 47 Esports
"Ten...eighteen?!"
Bang's pupils contracted, looking at KING's "confident" appearance with disbelief.
This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!
To completely eliminate the possibility of being "overheard," he secretly added soybeans of unknown quantity, with completely different textures and weights!
The sounds of the two types of beans colliding and rolling in the box would undoubtedly cause interference, making it impossible to extract any useful information from them.
And don't forget the most crucial point... all he ever asked for was to guess the number of red beans!
This means that challengers must not only distinguish between two types of objects, but also accurately calculate the quantity of one type while ignoring the other!
Bang took a deep breath, the energy surging in his chest, but he couldn't calm his pounding heart.
Then he slowly reached out his hands towards the wooden box that had made the decision.
He himself didn't know how many red beans were inside, because he just grabbed a handful randomly, precisely to pursue that absolute randomness.
Under the curious gazes of Saitama and Genos, he suddenly lifted the lid of the box.
All eyes turned to the box.
At the bottom of the box, a pile of beans lay quietly.
One part is a bright red, while the other part is a rich, earthy yellow.
Genos's electronic eye instantly activated its scanning and counting functions.
"Analysis begins... Red beans, number identified: 18. Yellow beans, number identified: 5. Total... 23."
"Hahaha, KING, you lost." Saitama's big face instantly loomed closer, and seeing the pile of beans, he laughed without thinking.
"This isn't the eighteen you mentioned. Look, there are clearly more here, twenty-three..."
“No, teacher.” Genos’s voice interrupted Saitama’s laughter.
"The test that Mr. Bang set from the beginning was to guess the number of 'red beans,' not the total number of all the beans..."
Genos slowly turned his head, his eyes flashing with shock and confusion. "And the number of red beans is exactly eighteen. So—"
"Mr. King is absolutely right!"
Genos's tone was very serious, filled with disbelief.
Faced with Genos's astonishment and Saitama's instantly frozen smile, Lin Mo subconsciously touched his nose, his heart already churning with turmoil.
He had just thought he had guessed wrong, since the number he mentioned was "eighteen," while the total was "twenty-three."
If Genos hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that the original rule was to count the red beans...
"But is this old man deliberately making things difficult for me?" Lin Mo secretly glanced at Bang, who was still in a petrified state, and thought to himself:
"They even added a few soybeans to my line to interfere, are they that competitive? Can't they take a joke!"
Although he was inwardly complaining, he maintained a stoic and inscrutable smile on the surface and slowly said:
"Therefore, luck is also a part of strength."
Luck? What is luck? In the face of absolute strength, all seemingly impossible coincidences become inevitable!
“Mr. King’s perception is indeed extraordinary…” Bang smiled insincerely, but inwardly he was unconvinced.
“Ahem,” Bang cleared his throat. “Actually, compared to these traditional games that test eyesight and hearing, I’ve recently come across some… modern forms of entertainment.”
"A modern form of entertainment?" Saitama's interest was immediately piqued. He had long found this game of sitting still and guessing beans rather boring, but he hadn't said it out of consideration for Bang.
“That’s right,” Bang finally smiled, “for example… video games.”
If the first two games can be explained by luck, what about video games?
This was a new world he had come into contact with by chance when he discovered that his eldest disciple, Chalanzi, was playing around.
At first, he thought it was a waste of time, but out of an open-minded attitude, he didn't stop him, since a balance between work and rest is necessary.
However, after he watched one of Charanko's matches from behind in its entirety, his attitude completely changed—
On that small screen, the two characters dodged and weaved, exchanging blows and countering each other's moves.
Through a small controller, one can develop reaction speed, tactical thinking, and on-the-spot judgment that are unimaginable to ordinary people! This is essentially the same as martial arts training, albeit through different paths!
He immediately joined the battle under the guise of "instructing a disciple" and quickly became engrossed in it.
With his background as a martial arts master, his extraordinary reaction speed and understanding of the battle situation allowed him to quickly become very successful in the game.
Later, he would occasionally invite his older brother to play together, which was well received by both of them.
It might take an ordinary person a lot of time to master it, but they were already at the pinnacle of martial arts, and they quickly became "invincible" in that small game world.
"Come on, King! This time, I, the old man, won't hold back at all!" Bang thought to himself, a long-lost fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.
"Video games?" Genos paused for a moment, then realized that it was something King and Saitama played almost every day.
"Shouldn't this thing just be a purely entertainment product?" Genos wondered. "Why are people with such great power so enthusiastic about it?"
"Could it be—" Genos's gaze sharpened, "that there's a secret to becoming stronger that I don't know about!"
"Oh? Grandpa, you play this too?" Saitama slapped his thigh, his face instantly turning incredibly excited. "Great! I'm really strong, you know! Grandpa, don't say I'm bullying an old man later!"
"Let's play a fighting game! I've been itching to get my hands dirty lately!"
"A fighting game?" Bang paused for a moment, then his smile grew even more confident and radiant.
Isn't that a coincidence? This is exactly the type of thing he excels at.
Upon hearing the words "video games," Lin Mo's entire demeanor changed.
"Hehe..." Lin Mo glanced at Bangu, who was grinning and thought he had found the sure-fire way to win, and chuckled inwardly.
“Good idea,” Lin Mo nodded; this was exactly what he wanted.
The moment those words were spoken, Lin Mo's entire aura changed.
In other fields, he can only rely on acting and luck for now, but in the world of games, he is a true god!
Lin Mo exuded the aura of a "demon king," a kind of absolute confidence and composure that emanated from within, belonging to a strong person.
"I'm not going to hold back..."
Chapter 48 KING: I'm going to take on three
Three minutes later, everything was ready.
Bang brought out a set of gaming equipment that looked quite new from a corner of the dojo.
It was a brand-new gaming console, connected to a huge high-definition display, with four professional-grade game controllers neatly arranged next to it.
It's clear that Bangu's treatment of what he calls "modern spiritual practice" is far more than just a hobby.
He should treat it as a form of spiritual practice, as he said.
"Wow! That's awesome!" Saitama was the first to rush up, skillfully picked up a controller, and began searching through the game library with great interest.
"I've got it! This is the latest version! Let me tell you, I'm an absolute pro at this game!"
Bang stood with his hands behind his back and smiled, "Hehe, it's good that young people have drive. However, in the world of martial arts, you can't win just by being loud."
Genos was clearly unfamiliar with these devices.
"How... do I play this?" Genos picked up a controller.
His electronic eye instantly activated scanning mode, displaying the material and structure of the handle.
"Genos is very simple. Look, this joystick controls the direction, and these buttons are for punches and kicks. Then you can combine them to unleash a really cool special move!"
"Basically, you just choose a character and control him to defeat your opponent!" Saitama skillfully gave an on-site demonstration.
Genos nodded thoughtfully, then noticed that there were many characters on the screen, including a cyborg, which gave him a sense of familiarity.
"I see. Simulating the combat process through high-precision command input... This can indeed serve as an efficient training method for neural reflexes and tactical thinking."
He muttered to himself, beginning to analyze the essence of the game from a scientific perspective.
"So, KING, how shall we compete?" Saitama had already chosen his controller, eager to try, and full of fighting spirit.
Lin Mo calmly picked up his controller, and gently pressed the buttons with his index finger and thumb, producing a series of crisp "click-click" sounds.
He stared at the screen, his gaze becoming incredibly focused, and slowly said, "Since we're going to play, then I'll take on all three of you by myself."
"Huh?!" Saitama was excitedly choosing his character, a "bald fighter" who was bald like him but had exceptionally well-developed muscles.
He froze, his hands still moving, and asked incredulously, "KING, are you kidding me? There are three of us here. Three against one? That's not fair!"