She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 262

Seeing everyone suddenly gathered around, the intense scrutiny—especially the presence of Wade and Valery—instantly killed any lingering desire Hulda had to play.

Faced with Master Marr's relentless persistence, she turned him down flatly. "I'm sorry, I really don't want to play anymore."

Master Marr froze. Recognizing the undeniable resolve in her eyes, he quickly compromised. "Alright... alright... we won't play today. But could you at least give me your number? Please? I really, really want a rematch. Just leave me your contact info!"

It had been ages since he'd found an opponent who actually sparked his competitive drive. He wasn't about to let her slip away.

Looking at Master Marr's earnest, pleading expression, Hulda knew he would probably keep hounding her if she didn't give him a number.

With a helpless sigh, she finally nodded. "Fine. But I'm usually very busy, especially on weekdays. Don't bother me then."

Truthfully, just as the master had said, finding an opponent who could ignite that kind of competitive fire was rare. She wouldn't mind finding another opportunity to play him again.

Master Marr's face lit up with pure joy. He nodded vigorously. "Okay, okay!"

He immediately started looking around, muttering under his breath, "Pen and paper..."

His eyes landed on a low wooden table nearby, set with traditional ink, brushes, and rice paper.

Most of the time, the table and its calligraphy set served purely as decoration in the Match Hall.

Occasionally, if Wade felt inspired, he would use it to practice his brushstrokes. But mostly, it just sat there collecting dust.

Master Marr jogged over and practically hoisted the entire table—ink, brushes, paper, and all—carrying it right over to Hulda.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire room, he set it down squarely in front of her.

Hulda was speechless.

The rest of the crowd was equally speechless.

Hulda had just been reaching for her phone to exchange numbers.

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