(Thanks to Brother Shaoling for the reward. I have to catch the train back tonight, so there is only one update today. Sorry.)

The bright red dice cup exuded a strange color under the dim light in the box.

Following He Zhibiao's words, the singing and laughing voices suddenly became quieter, and everyone's attention instantly shifted to Zhuo Jun and He Zhibiao's desk.

Murphy had already informed these classmates and friends beforehand, and they all gathered around to watch the excitement without thinking it was a big deal.

Fu Yeye, Cui Yuan, Feng Jingde, Zhen Wei, and Yue Hua also looked at Zhuo Jun in unison.

"What's the way to play?" Zhuo Jun said with a faint smile.

"The gameplay is just a form, the key is the atmosphere." He Zhibiao held two dice cups with both hands, performed a beautiful trick, and said with a smile, "Or, just play the most common bragging."

"good."

Zhuo Jun happened to play this game when he was in college, so he agreed without even thinking about it.

"Bragging" is also called "Big Talk Dice Cup". It is considered a classic among the table games in KTV and bars.

First, each person puts 5 dice into the dice cup, guesses the order, and then takes turns calling the number, but the number you call is larger than the number called by the previous person, and so on. Guess the sum of all the points called.

, that is, you win. If you doubt the other party's bragging, you can directly open the other party's dice cup to verify.

Among them, 1 point is the trump card and can be used as any 1 point from 2 to 6 points respectively. However, if 1 point is called as 1 point, it will become invalid and can only become 1 point and cannot be used as other points.

Although this game is simple to play and full of fun, it is not easy to play it well. Usually, it is more fun to play with five or six people, but the level is not good. You can fish in troubled waters and bump into each other blindly, but if you are one-on-one, you can't help but need to

You must have the ability to think rigorously, have enough courage and courage, and be able to understand other people's psychology, otherwise you will definitely lose miserably.

He Zhibiao left school at the age of fifteen and worked hard in society for ten years. He became a little person step by step and entertained all year round. He didn't learn anything else, but he became more and more proficient in "bragging". Usually after three or five rounds, he would

You can roughly feel whether the opponent's style is cautious or aggressive, and whether he likes to brag and set off smoke bombs. Therefore, he wins nine out of ten games, has a brilliant record, and is very famous in the small circle.

"Teacher Zhuo is really refreshing. Brother, I like people like you. Playing dice without drinking is not a good thing. How about we drink a glass of beer every two games we lose?"

He Zhibiao pointed to the extra-large beer glass next to him.

Generally speaking, when playing bragging, you drink a glass of beer every two games you lose, which is more reasonable, because it is played by five or six people, and it takes a long time to complete a round. No matter how bad your level is, or how unlucky you are, you won't drink too much.

But heads-up competition is different. There are only two dice cups and ten dices. There are too few variables. Usually, you can tell the winner by calling two or three times. The frequency is high and the rhythm is fast.

What's more, this beer glass is so big that it can hold at least half a liter.

A discerning person would know at a glance that He Zhibiao was trying to persecute Zhuojun.

Fu Yeye glanced at Zhuo Jun with some worry, and couldn't help but tugged at the corner of his clothes to remind him, which made Feng Jingde and Zhen Wei who were sitting next to him feel uncomfortable again, and began to expect Zhuo Jun to accept the challenge.

, and then was severely repaired.

"good."

Zhuo Jun said simply, reached out and picked up the two dice cups on the table, poured ten dice into his palms, rubbed his hands together, blew a breath of fairy air, put them back into the dice cups, and put them back on the table

He seemed to have gained a lot of strength in an instant, and his waist suddenly straightened up.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to believe this, Mr. Zhuo. However, no matter how good your luck is when playing this game, it can't compare to the words 'bold and careful'." He Zhibiao said with a confident smile.

"That's not necessarily the case. I believe good luck can crush everything. When luck comes, even the door god can't stop it." Zhuo Jun smiled happily.

"Really? How about we try out a few rounds first?" He Zhibiao pretended to be generous.

"No need. Just start."

"Haha, it's really simple. Good."

He Zhibiao sneered in his heart, he is indeed a young boy, he doesn't even know the rules of touching each other's bottoms and setting off smoke bombs, and he still wants to play with me, just to see if I don't let you drink so politely that you lose all face!

On the surface, he smiled modestly, and while shaking the dice cup in his hand, he did not forget to tease: "Look at Teacher Zhuo's superb skills and amazing courage, tsk tsk, please be more accommodating to me later, brother, don't let me

It would be too ugly to lose!"

Zhuo Jun has a shitty trick. He just takes the dice cup and shakes it slightly, then puts it on the table. He and He Zhibiao roll out seven or eight tricks in one minute, which makes the heads of the surrounding spectators dizzy.

A sharp contrast. At this moment, the balance of victory in everyone's hearts tilted towards He Zhibiao, and Fang Ke was also determined.

After both parties paused, each opened his or her dice cup, looked at the number, closed it again, and began to take turns reporting the number.

In the guessing game, He Zhibiao wins.

He smiled confidently and reported: "Three fives."

This means that he feels that the ten dice in the two dice cups on the table add up to a total of more than three 5s.

This round, his strategy is to be prudent. At this moment, there are already two 5s in his own dice cup. Among the five dices under Zhuo Jun's dice cup, there is at least a probability of a 5 or a 1. In fact,

Still very big.

"Open it!" Zhuo Jun touched the dice cup and said without hesitation.

This means that Zhuo Jun felt that among the ten dice in the two dice cups on the table, there were not more than three 5s. He Zhibiao was bragging and he wanted to shoot him directly.

He Zhibiao sneered and opened the dice cup readily. Full of confidence, he took a look at the dice cup in front of Zhuo Jun and was immediately stunned. Among Zhuo Jun's five sieves, there were 2, 3, 4 and 6.

, but there are no 1 and 5.

In this round, he lost.

Shit luck! He Zhibiao was disdainful in his heart, but he was scheming. He deliberately pointed at his dice cup and sighed, "Oh, there is only one missing. Come, come again."

The implication is to mislead Zhuo Jun, look, our style is down to earth and we won’t brag. Even if we report an incorrect number, it is well-founded and the error is not large.

At the beginning of the second round, the loser of the previous round counted first. After He Zhibiao looked at his dice cup, he reported: "Three 4s."

With the previous foreshadowing, this time, his strategy was to brag and play psychological warfare. In fact, at this moment, there was not even a 4 in his own dice cup.

According to common sense, most people will think of Xiao Jiujiu at this time, three again? He just reported three loses in the last round, and he dares to report three this round? Unless, he has three 4s in his hand.

!

And if you happen to have a 4 or a 1 in your dice cup, coupled with He Zhibiao's previous hint of a down-to-earth style, you will easily continue to add up, reporting "four 4s" or "five 4s", and fall.

Fall into the trap dug by He Zhibiao.

This combination of real and empty punches can be called one of He Zhibiao's magic weapons for winning.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Jun still didn't think about it and opened his mouth: "Shoot you!"

puff.

Just after taking a sip of tea, He Zhibiao was waiting for Zhuo Jun to shout "Go" as soon as Zhuo Jun added up the number. He suddenly choked and blushed, his face turned ugly, but he was helpless. The two sides added the dice, and sure enough, only

Zhuo Jun has a 4 in his hand.

This round, he lost again.

He Zhibiao was a bachelor. He picked up the huge beer glass and drank it in one breath. Finally, he wiped the corners of his mouth and burped with beer: "...Uh, Teacher Zhuo, uh, come again."

Next:

"Open you!"

"Open you!"

"Open you!"

…

Zhuo Jun just relied on these two words to make He Zhibiao lose eight games in a row and drink four large glasses of beer. Now, the whole person is a little confused. Looking into Zhuo Jun's eyes, he can see the confidence of the past.

No longer exists, slightly ferocious and dull.

In the private room, the atmosphere at this time was very strange.

Everyone has played this game, so everyone can see that He Zhibiao is a super master of "bragging" in terms of dice rolling, combination of virtual and real, misleading hints, comprehensive judgment, psychological speculation, etc.

, but what is incredible is that Zhuo Jun, who is as powerful as he is, can't even take one round and almost shakes the dice off the ground every time!

Fang Ke frowned and asked Murphy: "Didn't you say that your cousin boasts about being the best in silver water? Why is it so miserable?"

"I don't know. He's usually very good. Maybe it's because Teacher Zhuo is so lucky. Don't worry, luck will never last for one night. With my cousin's drinking capacity, there will be no problem if he lasts a little longer.

Let’s take a look…”

Finally, after losing four more hands and drinking two drinks in a row, He Zhibiao finally rolled out a supremely good hand of dice.

When his slightly blurred eyes saw the neat five 3's under the dice cup, he instantly felt aggrieved and wanted to cry. It's finally time for us serfs to stand up and sing!

"Five 3."

According to the rules, his five 3's can actually be counted as six 3's. He shouted five so as not to be exposed. However, this was also a sure win because he would only shout three or four tonight.

More than once, Zhuo Jun's response was always two words coldly: "Shoot you!"

But this time, Zhuo Jun did not shout directly. He pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Add one, six 3."

He Zhibiao was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but he was not panicked. Girl, if you dare to add more when I call you five, it means you have at least two to three 3s or 1s in your hand! He counted without hesitation:

"I'll add one more, seven 3s!"

"Open you!"

Zhuo Jun suddenly smiled, very brightly.

"Hmph, you can still laugh! What...how could this happen! It's impossible..."

He Zhibiao glanced at Zhuo Jun's dice cup, and suddenly his vision went dark, and his feet went weak. He roared, and instantly collapsed physically and mentally. He lay down at the table and started vomiting wildly. It was colorful, sour and smelly, and the scene was ugly.

Extremely.

In Zhuo Jun's dice cup, there are two 6s, a 2, a 4, and a 5, but there are no 3s and 1s. Adding in He Zhibiao's full 3, the five count as six, and there are only six 3s in total.
Chapter completed!