Silent Crown Chapter 228: Don’t lose

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"Which one do you want?"

"So amazing? Give me a try on Xiaogui?"

Before the words fell, Ye Qingxuan didn't even look at it. He directly popped a card from the deck and fell into Charles's arms. In the air, the card was turned over. It was the kid. Net..△,

Charle put the card in front of him for a long time, looked up, and said: "Come on again."

Another one popped up from the line in the young man's hand, and opened it on the table. It was undoubtedly the big ghost that Shire wanted. The two ghost cards are put together, which is very weird.

Bai Xi raises his hand: "I want the king."

"Okay, I'll give you all four."

Ye Qingxuan quickly popped four cards in his hand, and the four'k' cards of different suits flew in the air, reversed, and finally landed on the table, just in a row in front of Bai Xi.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan's fingers kept popping up a few more poker cards, which was dazzling: "I will give you another straight flush."

In his hand, the pile of cards seemed to be alive, flying out continuously, and piled up on the table according to their different suits, becoming neatly quadrupled.

Until the end, there was only one **** in the young man's hand, and as his fingertips turned, the shadow hidden in the mist in the pattern of the card was revealed.

The hideous and dignified shadow stood on the cane and politely stood in the dark, as if looking at you through the face of a card.

—Holmes, the vengeful spirit.

"Well, I like this one." Ye Qingxuan looked at the face of the card, couldn't help laughing, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Leaf, let's discuss it!"

Charle was so happy that he couldn't help himself: "Tomorrow, brother will take you to a good place..."

"Haha, **no talk."

Ye Qingxuan curled his lips: "Brother, don't expect to make a fortune with this. This is just a small trick brought by the perception of the sublimation ceremony. It's okay to scare people, but you really run into a master of sex. , Should I be deflated or deflated. No amount of money is enough to lose."

"Okay."

Charlton became sluggish: "At least tell me how you did it, right?"

"It's very simple. It's just shuffling. It's like this..."

Speaking, the teenager warmed up the poker on the table, and then re-closed his hand, shuffling the cards quickly with his ten fingers sandwiching the pile of cards. After a few moves, the pile of cards was placed on the table. Open again.

In just two seconds, the cards that were originally in a mess had been sorted out, and they were re-arranged according to suits and sizes, full of order.

It's just like poker after unpacking.

It's so simple and casual, and it's so easy. If Charles and Bai Xi hadn't known that Ye Qingxuan hadn't played much cards before, they would have suspected that Ye Qingxuan was possessed by an old gambler, a thousand kings or a croupier who had died.

"Everything returns to its source, and everything has its source."

Facing their stunned gaze, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hands and smiled: "No matter how messy the cards are. At the beginning, they were full of order, just like now.

What I did was to reorganize the order and restore them to their original appearance. "

"Oh?"

Abraham, who had been on the sidelines, suddenly laughed softly, "A very interesting idea, Leaf."

Speaking, he picked up the poker on the table and shook it towards the boy: "Are you here for a game?"

This is not just Ye Qingxuan. Even Charles was a little confused. Because Abraham had never played cards at all, and he didn't even know the rules. Shire needs to explain on the spot.

Although Ye Qingxuan seldom fights, he just relies on his super memory and calculation ability to cover up the last session of the Wharf Thousand Kings Baixi with blank notes.

There is a disparity in the outcome!

"It's rare that you are interested in the teacher, of course I have to accompany you. But if the teacher can't beat me, you won't feel ashamed, right?"

"It's just playing, don't be stressed."

Abraham recognized the cards under the guidance of Shire. Seriously said:

"——I also try not to lose."

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Ten minutes later, there is a tie.

Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the cards scattered on the table, only feeling a little confused in his mind. Opposite him, Abraham was still the dull face, and he couldn't see the joy or anger. It also made Ye Qingxuan feel outrageous.

He didn't even know the rules, and he needed Charles to guide him, but Ye Qingxuan didn't understand, why inexplicably, it was a draw?

He was holding a good card that he hadn't had time to play, and he only felt that something was wrong.

"Come again?" he asked.

Abraham nodded.

This time, he persisted for fifteen minutes, and it was still a tie.

This time, Bai Xi next to him has already seen that Ye Qingxuan's performance is simply too bad, he is almost bound. This hand was extremely painful, like a novice who didn't understand the rules at all, and was tied by Abraham's ordinary hand.

"Come again?"

Ye Qingxuan asked, and Abraham nodded.

Twenty minutes later, a tie, come again, a tie, come again, a tie...

Until an hour later, Ye Qingxuan was already sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and was already a little dizzy... For the first time, he felt that his brain power was not enough, even when he went to the ghost card game of the apocalypse academy to explode. Not so painful.

He only felt that his hands were bound, and in the end he had completely lost his confidence in the enemy, holding a good hand, and he didn't even have a chance to deal it.

This time, it was still a tie.

Ye Qingxuan did not win, and Abraham did not lose either.

It’s just that this kind of frustration that cannot be touched by the opponent is more painful than a **** fiasco.

"Stop playing."

Ye Qingxuan gave up bitterly, "Teacher, how did you do it?"

"The rules are destined, aren't they?"

Abraham's steel prosthesis awkwardly put away the scattered poker, and said: "Don't be frustrated, compared to you, my card skills are not smart, and my calculations are not rigorous. But if it takes time to win If the location is right, then it’s easy if you don’t want to lose, just follow the rules."

"Rules?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "What are the rules? The rules of poker?"

"Everything goes from birth to death, the sun and the moon rise in the east and set in the west. The ocean brings tides, and the year is divided into four seasons. After sowing, the fruits will mature, and the mature fruits will fall...This is the rule, the leaves .Or, change a vocabulary that will make you more understandable. Call it -'Musical Theory'."

Abraham's words made Ye Qingxuan stunned, like a big axe slashing on his forehead, and there was a sudden sense of relief in the pain for a moment.

The teacher’s voice rang in his ears: "The core of the Forbidden Faction is to know the rules and the theory of music, and to act in accordance with its power... What we are concerned about is not physical objects, but etheric objects. Follow the music theory. Therefore, we can be invincible."

He paused and clinked the beer and leaves in his hand. Laughed with relief.

"Now, do you understand? This is the first step into the field of prohibition, and it is also the deeper core of interpretation."

He said softly: "Congratulations, Ye Zi, you have already started through your own insights, even if I have not taught you anything.

You are a genius, this step is faster than I thought. "

After a sudden enlightenment, Ye Qingxuan finally grasped the inexplicable insights brought by the sublimation ceremony, but when he finally digested this insight completely. But I can't help but feel a little helpless:

"Teacher, ban school stuff. Can't you teach it to me?"

"I thought of it all by myself, didn't it?"

Like an illusion, Abraham’s smile was vaguely ‘chicken thief’ at that moment: "After all, I haven’t taught you anything about it from beginning to end.

What you learned by yourself has nothing to do with me. "

In a long silence. Ye Qingxuan suddenly laughed. It was a rare laugh, and he almost swept down on the table.

Who told him that the teacher is an honest person? Teacher Abraham has been honest for so many years, and once in a while, he even went around the military oath and the oath of the musicians.

For so many years. He is regarded as stupid or dull, but compared to the height he achieved in music theory, those in the academy who are doing nothing and fighting for power are out-and-out idiots.

"I said it earlier."

Charle stopped his shoulder and clinked glasses with him: "The teacher is the best teacher in the world, there is no one."

"Yes, there is no one."

Ye Qingxuan smiled and clinked glasses with him and drank all the beer in the glass.

"By the way, there is another good news. Ye Zi, you came late today. I probably don't know yet."

After finishing another big glass of malt beer, Charles pulled Ye Qingxuan drunkly, and talked about today's meeting vividly.

In today’s school review meeting, Abraham submitted his own interpretation process and related documents, and has faintly grasped Ingmar’s Achilles’ heel-that guy’s final interpretation was done in his own way , The result is completely wrong, and there is an obvious breakpoint in logic.

Ingmar seemed to realize this, and his arrogance was far less rampant than it was at the beginning.

Speaking of this, Charles whistled, "Tomorrow we will announce the correct interpretation method and process at the school review meeting. If Ingmar does not withdraw his manuscript before the news is announced to the world, Then just wait for your ruin."

Ye Qingxuan didn't expect the progress to be so fast, and couldn't help but feel joy: "Cheers!"

Everyone picked up their cups and looked at the a little embarrassed teacher:

"——To Mr. Abraham, who is about to become a famous master of ancient studies!"

-

A fierce cracking sound came from the office.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

Ingmar furiously swept all the things on the desk to the ground, struggling to smash those things into pieces: "It's a bunch of **** **** who want to see me jokes!"

He cursed angrily, raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at Bart:

"Did you see clearly?"

"Yes~IndoMTL.com~teacher."

Bart stood in the corner and responded cautiously: "Not only the Royal School, but also the School of Change and the School of Summoning are on their side.

I saw it with my own eyes. This morning, Karen and the others quietly handed over the information to that guy Ye Qingxuan. If they cross-compared those materials with your manuscript, the interpretation of the last paragraph in your manuscript would be contradictory..."

"No wonder."

Ingmar laughed furiously: "No wonder they were so arrogant at today's meeting. They thought that with those things, they grasped my weakness?"

He slammed a punch on the table, and the solid table top was smashed into a faint depression, even his hand was shaken open.

The blood fell from the fingertips and into the cracks in the tabletop, like a grinning face.

Ingmar squeezed a frantic voice from his teeth:

"—They dream!" (To be continued.)