"Oh oh oh, what can we do now S, it seems that we need to learn something this time (English)"
Sitting next to the middle-aged Asian man was a strong European and American man in a shirt. The thin white shirt couldn't hide his horny dragon-like muscles at all.
"Shun, report, then ten to one, three flowers and clear cards! (English)"
The S in the strong man's mouth didn't seem to care what the other party said at all. She saw that her white marble-like ten fingers quickly poured three cards, and immediately put the disaster-prone poker cards in her hand on the table, and then a touch of red glow In an instant, she climbed up to her beautiful face.
"That's enough! S! Are you out again? (English)"
Looking at the less than fifty cards placed in front of S, the one at the far end, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit and leather shoes, was the first to quit.
"I'm out for a thousand? With you? A joke! (English)"
S twisted his devil-like waist, and took away a dollar from the other three in a chic and charming manner.
"These two just now... when the kids came in?"
"Okay, everyone, this is the end of the small game, the next thing is our business (English)"
The hand was finally over, and the middle-aged Asian man sat on the chair and turned around, his eyes fell on the two curious babies behind him.
Book Three
The atmosphere became weird because of such an abrupt end. Strange room, strange meeting, plus strange people, I am afraid that no one will have a little liking for these strange things.
"Two friends, please sit down, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time, first of all welcome your arrival"
It was the middle-aged man who spoke just now. Although he spoke Chinese, his somewhat lame Mandarin with foreign accents sounded particularly uncomfortable.
"Thank you... But we were invited to the Mensa party, I don't know..."
"Hey... why are you saying such disappointing things, even if you are going to the party, don't worry about it for a while." The middle-aged man directly interrupted Chu Nian's question, and looked at the two with a smile.
Speaking of Zhang Zichen, he understands the current situation a little bit. When XM was invited to the party, he and the wall came here directly through the place where the Mensa party was held under the guidance of the receptionist. It seems that it should be Maybe it has something to do with the previous exam.
"According to our rules, since we are all here, let's play a game."
After the crappy Mandarin was over, blunt Hong Kong-style Chinese similar to southern Mandarin was heard, and it was the gold-rimmed glasses sitting there who spoke.
play games. . . Which song is this sung again? Why did this inexplicable and strange thing happen to me. Zhang Zichen looked at the excited people at the round table with some depression, and really didn't know how to answer the following words.
"Okay, how to play?"
But the wall next to Zhang Zichen didn't care about these things at all. When he heard that he was playing a game, he directly echoed with his buzzing voice.
"How you play is up to you, in short, whoever of us can say 'oh...' and it's OK"
The gold-rimmed glasses shrugged and sat slantedly on the chair, looking at the two of them from beginning to end with an expression of inexplicable meaning.
Oh shit. . .
What on earth is this trying to do? Even if I came here to attend a party I have never attended before, but whoever saw it was taken into a room inexplicably, met a lot of inexplicable people, and did not introduce myself. Yes, I'm still going to play games.
Taking another ten thousand steps back, let’s put all these aside, but the wall next to me, which makes me a little excited when I hear playing games, has several meanings. . .
Zhang Zichen sighed, and cursed secretly in his heart. I wanted to wait for the wall next to me to continue to answer the call, but I didn't expect that this guy unexpectedly didn't continue. Instead, he curled up in the thin chair, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Hero, didn't you promise them to play games?" Resisting the urge to explode, Zhang Zichen gritted his teeth and said to Chu Nian who was still pretending to be stupid.
"Of course you came first, are you more handsome?"
Looking at Chu Nian's innocent and serious face, Zhang Zichen couldn't help but want to pull his thick skin. You fucking belong to this group of people, why are you selling me out like this
"OK, can we start now?"
The four of them, including the gold-rimmed glasses, were not interested in seeing the two chattering. Since everything was ready, there was no need to wait for the east wind.
So the current situation is that only Zhang Zichen has black lines all over his face. . . When I was on the street, I always betrayed others by myself. This is the first time that my mother has been betrayed so thoroughly. . .
But what else can I say? There is no way, who let me take the exam, who let me come to XM in a crazy way, who let me get this guy again. . . Zhang Zichen slashed at Chu Nian's innocent face with his angry Danfeng eyes.
"If that's the case, let's use these poker cards."
Sighing, Zhang Zichen had no choice but to get up and look around. The sixtieth floor is a flat-floor clubhouse. Outside the elevator entrance, there is a round table with several people gathered two steps ahead of the porch. If it can be used to play something, there is really nothing but this poker.
After thinking about it, Zhang Zichen copied about a hundred cards from the round table, turned them over patiently, tidied them up and put them back on the table.
"I don't speak English, so it's troublesome"
Zhang Zichen gestured to the gold-rimmed glasses, then moved the chair he was sitting on from a distance, and sat around the round table opposite the crowd.
"There are about a hundred playing cards here, which I just took from the table. If possible, please draw one at random, and I will guess its suit and number."
The translation speed of Jinsi Glasses is very fast, similar to simultaneous interpretation. Basically, as soon as Zhang Zichen's preface comes out, his afterwords are connected, so when Zhang Zichen's words have just finished speaking, his translation is basically over.
"Well, yes (English)"
In fact, there is no need to listen to the translation of the golden glasses, just by looking at Zhang Zichen's expression and movements, S knows what he needs to do and what he wants to play.
But it seems that what he wants to play is a little childish. . .
The corner of S's mouth was pulled upwards slightly, and the delicate facial features and beautiful face suddenly became the most beautiful scenery in the world.
"OK, just this one (English)"