Mori Chef's self-cultivation

"Huh? You are joking, Central Plains cadre."

Being turned against by the opponent, A couldn't hold back his pretentiously elegant expression, and even his tone became weird.

No matter how much he wanted to flaunt his tolerance and clearly distinguish himself from the "untouchables", he still couldn't cover up his inner narrowness and businessman nature.

Can't bear the aggression of others, and don't want to accept the slightest loss.

At any time, he wants to be a god on top of him. Even when facing his immediate superior, he is at best pretending to be better, and has never respected the other party sincerely.

But right now, the guy who provoked him was just a brat, who was challenging his bottom line.

So he sneered and shot back: "Want me to apologize? Yes, at least it must be convincing. Do the Central Plains cadres have the confidence to defeat me?"

This is a blatant language trap.

In order to prevent random interruptions from the straight-armed fighters, he simply took off his straight long windbreaker and threw it to his subordinates behind him, revealing his good figure with broad shoulders and long legs. .

"Coincidentally, there is a suitable room on the other side of the bar, as well as props such as a card dice cup. So why don't you come to a game to decide the outcome?"

"If you win, I will willingly admit my mistake to this young lady. But if you lose the game..."

He left blank meaningfully, giving people unlimited room for reverie, and his eyes turned to the pink-haired "girl" sitting quietly by the table.

The content implied in it is self-evident.

After all, the original intention of Peacock's screen is always to attract the opposite sex, but it is not clear how he will react if he finds out that he has taken a fancy to a big man in women's clothing.

Yuru Kurihara smoothed out the folds of the skirt calmly.

It's not the first time he has met a guy who covets his beauty, and he has long been familiar with it.If it wasn't for the fear of affecting his subsequent actions, with his bad taste, he would definitely take the unlucky guy to the men's bathroom, so that the other person can deeply understand what it means to "lift up the skirt and be bigger than you".

After a precise strike, the victim was at least in a trance and had to quit the bad habit of molesting women, and at worst, became impotent on the spot and lived a life of ascetic monk with no desires.

In short, it can be regarded as benefiting the society.

—Oh, what a pity.

He hid the malice in his eyes, his bright blue eyes were still innocent and simple, as if he couldn't understand the man's subtext, he instinctively looked at the carefully selected big (small) fat sheep.

"Mr. Zhongyuan..."

Although he showed a little helplessness, on the contrary, the inner voice expressed by those soft lips did not flinch, and even skillfully blocked all escape routes.

"It doesn't matter, I believe in Mr. Zhongyuan's ability. No matter in any field, you will never lose to others."

"Don't, don't be so exaggerated..."

The orange-haired boy, who had enjoyed a handful of high-quality treatment, looked slightly embarrassed, and coughed dryly twice, trying to make himself appear more mature and stable.

If Yato hadn't been dispatched to investigate information about Osamu Dazai in advance, I'm afraid that the scene at this time is quite familiar, almost sympathetic, and just want to keep brushing the same barrage in his mind.

——The sense of trust is too much, it is impossible to refuse!

Males are a kind of creatures that cannot withstand incitement, especially honest people, a little bit of thinking about them can have a good effect.

We should be glad that Kurihara prefers blackmail, otherwise, with his extortion techniques, he would definitely be able to strip the two single-cell underpants clean, and experience the essence of being completely naked and starting from scratch.

Well, he's really a good orderly.

"Eh? I'm telling the truth, I didn't mean to compliment you..."

The little devil, who classified the people beside him as temporary teammates, lowered his eyes, fiddled with the cheongsam covering his knees with his fingers, and added in a slightly shy voice: "Mr. Zhongyuan, please go to the game without distraction, I will cheer for you .”

"Ah, um..."

"Really, I'm not in the mood to appreciate the way you two are talking about love." The man who was left beside him seemed to have passed through a long cold winter, and his bones were stiff because of this. rattling" sound of hard work.

But he was still unwilling to give up his pose and the dissatisfaction swelling in his heart, so he snapped his fingers and signaled his subordinates to open the way for him.

Unlike Nakahara, he is a type who enjoys being the focus of attention, so the more exaggerated the style, the more satisfied he is.

The well-trained black suits quickly formed a human-meat passage.

After the guests in the bar began to focus on this, A slowly made a gentlemanly invitation to tonight's bet, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Ladies first, please."

"Given your kind service, maybe I should tip a bit too."

The pink-haired boy casually pulled out the silver hairpin that fixed the hairstyle, and the long, smooth hair scattered like a waterfall, creating a small whirlwind with fragrance.

The end of the hair and the cold hair accessories fell into the man's palm, making him clenched reflexively.

Unexpectedly, that long hair was as cunning as its owner, slipping away like water through his fingers, leaving only a worthless hairpin specially provided by the bar owner.

The sad thing is that he didn't know the origin of the silver hairpin, and he treated it as a spoil of harvest in advance, and played with it repeatedly happily, feeling the remaining warmth of the beauty.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the other party had already entered the stage with the orange-haired boy, leaning against the dark red wall, showing him a sweet smile like a harmless dodder.

——This must be seduction.That's right, no woman can refuse his money temptation.

——She and Zhong Yuanzhong were just playing around.

The inexplicably high masculine self-esteem made him subconsciously ignore the humiliating meaning of "tipping", and tugged on the neckline, emphasizing the gems inlaid in the bow tie, and then walked into the venue confidently.

There are two unopened playing cards on the long curved table.

In order to prevent someone from cheating, the experienced croupier was responsible for unpacking and dealing the cards, and explained the game for both parties by the way.

"The rules of the game are simple—"

The croupier picked up the playing cards and shuffled them upside down on the spacious table, forming a sea of ​​scattered cards, and then continued: "Turn over the two cards, if the suits and numbers are the same, you can play again." Turn over the cards until there is a situation that cannot be matched, and the wrong card can be turned over again, before being handed over to the opponent to exercise the right to turn over the cards. Once one of the players' success rate reaches half, it is determined to be a victory."

"Well, it should be a very friendly game for novices, it all depends on luck." A shrugged, without mentioning the advantage of having a good memory, making a magnanimous illusion.

That lack of acting skills aroused Chuya Nakahara's suspicion.

But rather than walking in place timidly, Gravity, who likes to break the game violently, is naturally not used to thinking about the tricks. Now pressing the table with one hand, he evoked a mad smile at his opponent.

"Don't let me find out that you have plans to cheat."

"...Where is it, a fair confrontation is interesting."

Facing such a terrifying momentum, the man taller than him couldn't help sweating from his forehead, actively showing his sincerity, "How about asking the Central Plains cadres to go first? Don't worry, I don't have a hobby. "

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

The orange-haired boy with a brisk personality didn't show any politeness. He directly opened the playing card closest to him, revealing an 8 of spades, and then instinctively chose another card to match.

Turn it over, it's still 8 of spades.

——Sure enough, his luck is very good.

Kurihara recalled the three dots he shook out before, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, lamenting the wonder of luck.

Maybe one coincidence didn't mean anything, but when he turned the cards correctly three times in a row, the man who thought he was in charge of the situation couldn't sit still.

With this level of luck, people would believe him if he said he was cheating.

However, everyone knows that Zhong Yuanzhong, who has an upright personality and lacks gambling experience, has no possibility of cheating.

A had to wait patiently.

Fortunately, at the sixth time, the astonishing accuracy rate finally stopped, and the flop rights were exchanged into his hands.

His high-hanging heart fell back to its original place with a plop.

In order to cover up his wavering just now, he casually unbuttoned the gemstone cufflinks, rolled up the shirt made of high-grade fabric, and deliberately exposed a section of powerful forearm, attracting the attention of others.

It's a pity that the eyes of the pink-haired "girl" only followed his flopping of cards, and didn't care about his various flamboyant little moves. From time to time, he chatted with his opponents, chatting about some relaxing content to improve the tense atmosphere in the room .

Punching a punch into cotton feels about the same.

But the sense of superiority he forcibly propped up does not allow him to believe in the status quo, and at the moment he needs to devote most of his energy to poker, which relieves his frustration very well.

Two pairs of disc 5, two pairs of Club A.

His card counting ability was basically useless at first, and his luck was obviously not as good as that of his opponent, so he had to give up his rights every two times.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took over the flop again.

The amount of cards in the two decks of poker prolongs the battle. If the two parties rely on luck to play, there is no way to end it in the short term.

However, in the mid-term, after more than a dozen times of flop mistakes and flipping rights back and forth, the advantage of relying on memory to gamble gradually emerged, giving A the strength to change his decline.

"It seems that the god of luck has abandoned you, Central Plains cadre?" While taunting his opponent wantonly, his subordinates did not stop moving, and they still accurately turned over the same suit of playing cards to match, and kept winning the next round. flop right.

37, 38, 39...

The accuracy rate is rising steadily, and it seems to be heading straight to the finish line.

Calculated according to the ratio, as long as one of the parties turns over 54 cards, they can declare victory on the spot.

44!

Counting stopped.

The orange-haired boy frowned in a rare way, and without saying a word, he chose the area where he should attack.

Compared with the masters who have played cards all the year round, his childishness and youthfulness are obvious. The closer to the end, the more hesitant he is, and it is difficult to make a decisive choice.

"Mr. Zhongyuan is a little tired, how about a glass of juice?"

As the party involved in the bet, as if it had nothing to do with him, he handed him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and suggested with a chuckle: "Since it is about my bet, I think I should also have the right to participate. Shall I do the rest for you?"

"...Are you really okay?"

He instinctively took the brightly colored drink, and asked back uncomfortably.

It should be fortunate that he is not a gambling addict, but still maintains enough sense, even at such a critical juncture, he still respects the other party's choice.

Hearing this, Kurihara just nodded with a smile, and took half a step sideways, maintaining a posture of standing shoulder to shoulder with the person beside him.

"Another gentleman...well, I don't think I've asked your name yet." He turned his head and greeted livelyly: "You don't mind me taking over the second half of the game, do you?"

"Gambling doesn't have rules for substitutions at halftime... But, I can give you such a special privilege." Perhaps the chance of winning is certain, and the man who regarded him as his pocket was not stingy, and waved his hand generously to express agree.

As everyone knows, his appearance can only remind people of a greasy nouveau riche, and no matter how beautiful his skin is, he can't cover up the stench underneath.

The pink-haired boy with first-class acting skills deepened the smile marks on his lips, like a domestic cat wagging its tail, and responded extremely harmlessly: "Then, thank you for your generosity——"

Before he finished speaking, his fingers suddenly moved forward, and he flipped a card lightly.

Immediately afterwards, before it turned over completely, it flipped another card again, so that two reversed cards landed on the table at the same time, showing its content to the audience.

Two Aces of Spades.

——Including the 30 cards that were also turned over in the Central Plains, there are now 32 cards.

"Looks like I'm lucky."

He rubbed the cards with a smile, and didn't give A a hypocritical compliment on his skills. He flipped over the four cards with great speed, and the results showed his correctness without exception.

36.

The number of urgently approaching opponents is like a countdown, which easily touched the minds of every onlooker on the scene.

Not to mention a veteran card player, even the orange-haired boy who has been exposed to the flop game for the first time can't help but feel a sense of certainty that "she" is very sure of winning.

After all, this is too much like a one-sided showmanship.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a visual feast.

The slender white fingers seemed to be dancing, lightly brushing over the back of the cards, one after another, flipping the smooth inner pages without interruption, almost making people overwhelmed.

38、40、42、44、46、48……

"It seems that the god of luck has abandoned you."

He looked at the tall man dripping with cold sweat, and imitated the arrogant lines he uttered a few minutes ago in a cute tone, and lightly flipped two cards in his hand, and then casually said: "You should try to hold on to God's trousers tightly." , how can you let go so easily?"

That clearly means, like a dog, maintain a begging posture.

How could A not understand his metaphors, endured the twitching veins on his forehead, struggled to maintain the appearance of a gentleman, and said with a smirk: "You bastard, you did it on purpose..."

Deliberately pretending to be innocent to lower the defenses of others.

Deliberately showing weakness and bullying, waiting for an opportunity to turn the tables.

Deliberately watching their actions from the sidelines, collecting information on the card face!

——However, is it really possible to be foolproof by relying on memory?No, there must be mistakes!

He opened his slender eyes wide and stared at his opponent's movements, vainly trying to capture the moment of a mistake, so as to take the opportunity to reverse the situation in one breath.

He also remembered most of the cards!

As long as there is a chance, as long as there is a chance...you can still win!

"Unfortunately, the game is over."

Kurihara waved the two red jokers, easily killing his last illusion, "The 54th card, we won."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You must be out of luck!"

The real gambler lost his mind and roared like a wild beast, trying to obliterate the fact of his failure by roaring.

"Sir, didn't you say that the game in the arena can never be worth a thousand dollars?"

The tall figure dressed in a cheongsam moved forward slowly, not caring at all whether his words and deeds would irritate the raging beast, and walked up to him step by step, looking up at the distorted angry face in front of him.

Then, he laughed again, there was an indistinct dark substance in the bright blue eyes, floating viscously like lava.

"Besides, it's just mere ability to memorize cards. I also have it."

The slowly lowering voice was as beautiful as telling a fairy tale, until the fragile bubbles condensed into a beautiful and colorful appearance, and then cruelly punctured in one fell swoop, causing it to burst in front of the bewildered audience.

"—Ah, don't you think that you are the only one in the world who can do it? It's obviously a simple thing."

What you are proud of has no value at all.

The author has something to say: (?▽｀) The unloved Mr. A is destined to be unable to escape the curse of the flop game. I hope he will not suffer from PTSD in the future

When I wrote about the croupier, the words "sexy croupier deals cards online" couldn't help popping up in my head, I really want Xiao Lizi to try it too (hey

The number of words exploded today, the update is late woo woo woo QAQ (Hold your head

感谢在2020-12-0320:34:31~2020-12-0423:36:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: shake 54 bottles; 1 bottle of Loulan Yuejin, Cangcang, and Chaling;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!