Zhang Yanyan brought out his biggest trump card to corner Shouhao, determined to seize the opportunity to play his hand, but Lu Mian casually tossed out the only King card left in her hand, a rank higher than the trump card.
"I’m out of cards," the girl declared lightly.
Shouhao, Zhang Yanyan, and Wei Qi stared at their cards, questioning their existence.
Taking advantage of the situation, Shouhao launched a series of attacks and also threw out all the cards in his hand at once.
The sound of poker cards hitting the table, the crisp snapping, was extremely satisfying to hear, accompanied by Shouhao’s immensely proud laughter.
"Hahaha, laughing my head off! You guys are so good, how come you still lost?"
"Who lost?" Mo Nie walked over upon hearing the commotion.
Shouhao straightened his back, "Me and Mian bro won! Mian bro is incredible; every card she played struck deep in my soul!"
Mo Nie’s mouth twitched in disbelief.
With those lousy cards? They won?
He glanced at Lu Mian in a somewhat mystical way; no one else knew, but he was all too aware of how bad Miss Lu’s cards were.
Others fumble a good hand into a mess, but Miss Lu had turned a mess of a hand into royal flush!
Mo Nie moved to the side and secretly sent a text message to Ye Jinwen.
[Young Master Ye, is Miss Lu really a card table master? It doesn’t look like it...]
Ye Jinwen replied quickly: [Young man, some people may not appear good at playing cards on the surface, but in reality, they are little control freaks with the cards.]
He turned his head to look at Lu Mian who was shuffling cards carelessly, and he shuddered.
Tonight, there were probably going to be four men questioning their life choices.
It wasn’t surprising to Qimo that Lu Mian could control the cards at will. Moreover, she wouldn’t arrange good cards for her own camp, nor would she deliberately create any special combinations, just to let herself win.
No matter which camp, victory was possible, it all depended on who could seize the opportunity.
After winning three games in a row, Lu Mian stopped shuffling.
Qimo knew she was now fully in control of the card table.
Thanks to her strong memory and analytical skills, she could accurately deduce what cards the others probably had in their hands. Even without controlling the game, she could still have those four boys going around in circles.
Qimo wasn’t jealous this time; instead, his gaze was gentle, with an undertone of sympathy.
Shouhao and Shouhao leading the charge, with Wei Qi and Zhang Yanyan kneeling before Lu Mian collectively.
All four faces were adorned with little pieces of paper to varying degrees, looking both ludicrous and hilarious.
They finally grasped belatedly what Director Qimo was sympathizing over.
"Mian bro, we were wrong! We shouldn’t have underestimated you..."
"Our modest understanding is really just that—modest. The boss’s modesty means winning dozens of consecutive rounds! I’m so jealous..."
"Mian bro, how did you do it?" At the start, you didn’t even know the rules of the game, and in an hour you became a master of the card table.
Lu Mian sipped her milk with calm, composed expression.
"I learned from you guys," she said.
They couldn’t possibly have taught a student this brilliant!
The time was nearing ten o’clock, and seeing that Lu Mian had her fill of fun, Qimo urged everyone to get some rest.
Before leaving, Qimo leaned against the door, with a meaningful hint of grudge in his tone.
"You tricked me the same way back then."
Lu Mian tilted her head, blinking innocently, "Director Qimo, what are you talking about?"
Ha, the little rascal wouldn’t admit it.
The man reached out, scraping her nose lightly: "I’m saying, you playing cards, really cute!"
Lu Mian pursed her lips, smiling gently with endless tenderness.