Don't, don't.
I shook my head.
"I'll grab it." I said subconsciously.
"Wait, what's the rush?" I said.
There was something wrong with me, it was a very unkind look.
The thin guy wins the most.
I picked up the cards.
The card is very old, and the corners have been worn and split.
"Then I'll give it to you." The thin man smiled.
"Okay, it's hard to find someone to play with you. What else are you worried about playing? Let's fight the landlord first." The fat man said again.
The straight is all that's left.
I left the room depressed.
In the innermost room, a thin classmate was lying down, shaking his exposed feet, looking particularly bored.
The fat man frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded and shook his head.
"What? What do you want to do today?" I looked at the fat man and said.
The fat man in the same dormitory behind me patted my shoulder and said, "Where is Landlord?"
Before taking the cards, the fat man shouted: "Robbing the landlord."
At the beginning of the fifth game, there was no seven.
But when I hit the last few pictures.
Start splitting cards.
"You do whatever you want, just do it." I said.
The fat man smiled and said, "I didn't bring any money, so I owe it to you tomorrow."
The fat man shook his head and said, "Didn't you say you won the day?"
The thin man frowned slightly and nodded his head: "It's easy to be familiar with once, so I'll play with you."
"Want to play? Are you going to read the book today?" the fat man said.
I hold a hand of cards but there is no seven. I can't get out the small cards and I can only watch the fat man or the thin man play the cards.
It must be some classmate who doesn't like washing feet.
The teammate, the fat man, actually slipped a leaflet to the thin man.
I won all four games, and Fatty shouted hard to double every time.
The cards I drew ranged from big to small, but there was no seven.
The thin man smiled and said, "Rounding up, I'll give you four hundred."
I clicked the last two pairs of three and pressed play.
Eight dollars.
The thin man was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said, "It's okay, continue."
My living expenses for more than half a month.
Just when I was worrying about this money.
"A couple of them?" the fat man said with a smile.
I patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "I hate cheating the most, but I hate cheating even more."
"Why can't the cards come out straight?" the fat man said with a smile.
The male classmate in the corner suddenly became energetic, stood up, looked at me and Fatty and said, "Golden Flower or Niu Niu?"
And most of the games you lose are due to cards in your hand being stuck.
The fat man shook his head and was stunned, then began to nod desperately and said: "I have thought about it, don't let him shuffle the cards. I will help you secretly, and there will be no problem in defeating him."
I was in a trance, thinking that there must be something fishy in this.
"Don't say I didn't say yes, it's the money maker." The fat man said with a smile.
"Okay, to three." I said helplessly.
I smiled: "Don't worry, it's still a long time."
In the first round, I called the landlord twice and was beaten to death.
"Why should we go back if we can't fight here?" I asked.
And I lost completely.
I've spent several six bucks playing Doudizhu, and it doesn't seem to matter if I bet just once.
"Is it money to fight?" I asked doubtfully.
It's still that dirty room.
"Don't you know how to learn? It's very easy. Fighting Landlords is so boring." The thin man looked at me.
I smiled: "Yeah, I haven't lost yet today."
The skinny guy finished the fight all the way and was completely clean.
The thin man said nervously: "Brother, how many cards did you bring?"
"No, doesn't he like to shuffle the cards? Let him shuffle enough. You just need to call the landlord for me to double the cards." I said with a smile.
The thin man's hand was very fast, and within a few strokes, he split into three pieces, leaving three pieces behind.
Four hundred dollars.
"Okay, come back next time." The thin man said with a smile.
I looked at my phone and thought for a moment.
The next day, the fat man came again.
Locked me in.
The thin man glanced at the fat man and said, "Just pay fifty."
"Wait a minute," I said.
Just after the third round, I pushed the cards aside again.
"No, can I pay it back slowly?" the thin man said.
The thin man looked at me with confusion.
The thin man shuffled the cards in his hand and said with a smile: "Brother, you are very generous and know how to take care of my business. I know that your poker skills are pretty good, but you are a little unlucky."
The fat man looked at me in panic.
"How about we work together to trick him?" The fat man smiled and said to my ear.
"I mean go back and fight for the truth." The fat man said with a lewd smile.
The thin man gritted his teeth and said: "Damn fat man, I stepped on you so many times. I told you not to scream twice, why can't you understand?"
I smiled and said: "Rounding up, seven hundred and three hundred are now rich?"
The more I think about it, the more wrong I feel.
The fat man leaned close to my ear and whispered: "Brother Liang, let me tell you the truth, your money was cheated by that skinny monkey last time."
After hearing this, I frowned slightly and said, "How do you say that?"
It's still that familiar position.
The fat man actually lost too.
"Brother Liang, you?" the fat man said doubtfully.
That night, the thin man lost more than 700.
I nodded my head, thinking that I had won the day today.
"Yes, of course. We will play a lot of cards like this in the future." I said and left the room.
I put down my phone and looked at the teacher teaching on the stand.
"I asked, are you sharing the spoils unevenly? So you want to trick him?" I said.
In the second hand, the thin man robbed the landlord.
I finished the game with a smile.
…
I looked at the cards and said, "How about I go out and buy a new pair."
The thin man sneered as he shuffled the cards and said, "The tide has turned."
Watching him finish shuffling, I pushed the cards aside.
The thin man shuffled and opened a card to see the order of the cards.
I lost, but I wasn't angry at all.
"Oh? You're so lucky? Why don't you fight when you go back?" said the fat man.
"No, this card has made me sleep with you. I can't bear it," said the thin man.
The fat man smiled naively: "Hey, I thought you couldn't fight out. So I just..."
It was a middle-aged aunt who was talking about equivalent substitutions of trigonometric functions on the stage.
After school, go back to the dormitory.
I have never gambled money in all my life.
Winning three games in a row again.
"I not only take care of your business, I also take care of your tools." I said with a smile and took out a brand new deck of cards.
I'm not as good as him in cheating, but in card counting I can probably memorize all the big cards above J.
The fat man cried and laughed and said: "I thought you wanted me to push you harder and you wanted to turn over."
My position on the final paper read four hundred and three.
"The landlord is playing his cards," the thin man said with a smile.
The thin man took out a pen and paper and wrote them down carefully.
The thin man gave a helpless smile, took the cards and shuffled them again.
The thin man opened the cards and shuffled them.
He took out a new card from his pocket.
"Did I beat me with bad cards? And you beat me several times and you didn't show up? It made me unable to play my cards at all." I said depressedly.
Fatty is a little over three hundred.
…
From three to six, only seven is missing, so it can't go out smoothly.
I am still very confident in my poker skills.
The fat man smiled and pulled me to the next door.
"Is there something wrong with the cards?" I said to the fat man.
I nodded my head in agreement.
The thin man gritted his teeth and said, "Remember, I want him to know why I am so poor."
Depressed, I took out four copies of Mao Zedong from my pocket.
I know, he washed it again.
I pulled out a new deck of cards from my waist and said again: "That deck of cards is old, change it and continue."
"Ignore him and come quickly. It's a waste of money to buy cards. If you have cards, you don't need to buy them." The fat man said with a smile.
I glanced at the text at the bottom.
"What are you thinking about? Are you still having fun?" the thin man said with a smile.
First place.
There was a foul smell in the room.
"Did you beat me?" I looked at the fat man and said.
But I found that this time there was no seven.
"You know you still let me play with him?" I said angrily.
"My classmate only knows how to fight landlords, not yours." Fatty said.
I shook my head.
The fat man slightly raised his head and said, "Didn't I just find out about this today?"
"Play." I picked up the cards, and it was another bad hand.
Although the cards are not bad, three pairs can always finish the game.
It’s not like I didn’t win in the dozens of games that followed, but I won less and lost more.
The thin man said as he pulled out a deck of playing cards from under the bed.
"Didn't I think you could finish it?" Fatty said with a naive smile.
I glanced at the fat man helplessly.
"I just found out yesterday that the thin man has developed a skill. He can shuffle the cards against four sevens, ensuring that you can't get one. Then he pinches four sevens every time. It's not a matter of blowing up the cards. , shuffle it back when shuffling the cards, and then slowly hold it down and distribute it to yourself." The fat man whispered in my ear.
"The base of one dollar is the same as your game of Landlords." The fat man said calmly.