Zhe looked at the Star Dome Card Shop in front of him and sighed. Then he pushed open the door and saw a gray-haired figure sitting with his back to him on a white plastic food-stall chair.
“Hey, Lao Qiong, your days of recklessly blowing up the board with one card are over. Give me the shop's latest hand-trap card pack.”
“Zhe, if you want it, you'll have to take it yourself. You know the rules by now.” Qiong stood up, faced Zhe, and pulled out his Duel Disk.
“I knew you'd say that.” (Meaningless drumbeat) He pulled out his Duel Disk.
“How many times have we fought each other?” (Meaningless drumbeat) Qiong slotted in his deck.
“Hard to say. We've been fighting ever since I started dueling.”
(Meaningless drumbeat)
(Meaningless laughter)
“It's time to settle this, Qiong!” (Meaningless drumbeat) Zhe flipped a coin.
“DUEL × 2”
The author is very imaginative, and he is very old in the second dimension.