"Well done, Qingzhao Miao, I'm a waste!"

Half an hour later, looking at the increasing number of points, Chen Xing was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

"Chen Xing, what's the matter with you? Fa Ge is possessed, the God of Gamblers?"

The message from his roommate was full of disbelief. He had no idea that this guy who was so fierce in his appearance was actually his roommate.

He’s the guy who always loses in the dormitory betting on ‘bringing food’!

Chen Xing smiled and said nothing.

This is not Chen Xing playing cards at all, but Qingzhao Miao taking over all this.

Not a single loss!

It's hard for Chen Xing to imagine this scene. After all, when he went home for the New Year, he was part of the money-giving party that "participation is the most important".

But it’s only a dime each, so it’s fun for friends and relatives to play, and you can’t lose much in a day, so it’s not illegal at all.

Chen Xing lowered his head and found that Qingzhao Meow was lying on his lap playing enthusiastically, as if this was Qingzhao Meow's job.

Wait, is Qingzhao Miao so good at it?

Chen Xing was puzzled until after the game, his roommate sent another message: "I won't play anymore, I will always lose in mahjong!"

So, under Qingzhao Miao's resentful gaze, Chen Xing opened the chat software and sent a message triumphantly: "Back then, Chen Daozai was able to win 37 million with 20 yuan. It's not a problem for me, Chen Xing, to win with negative points to get positive points!

"

"Blow your ass, it's time to fight the Landlords."

It's not that the roommates can't afford to lose, it's just that one of the sisters left because of something, leaving three people.

Seeing this, Chen Xing was a little puzzled.

Since there were three people at the beginning, why didn't the three of them directly fight the landlord, but let themselves play mahjong together?

Maybe the allure of Mahjong is far greater than that of Landlords...

"Call the landlord!"

“Robbing the landowner!”

"I'll grab it!"

"Super double!"

"Pour Auntie a cappuccino!"

"Can you beat me with seventeen cards? Can you kill me instantly?! You can beat Chen Xing with seventeen cards today. I will eat this phone on the spot!!!"

Accompanied by the music that ended the game, Chen Xing slumped on the sofa, puzzled.

Why did the opponent play all 17 cards in one turn?

"I understand."

At this moment, Qingzhao Meow on the side suddenly meowed: "This is easier than the mahjong just now!"

Chen Xing:(???)

So, the battlefield was once again handed over to Qingzhao Miao.

After that, this battlefield was completely dominated by Qingzhao Meow, and no one could win a round from Qingzhao Meow.

Numb.

Why didn't anyone tell me that Qingzhao Miao, who is known as the 'most talented woman of all time', actually has such superb gambling skills?

In this way, they played all night.

Chen Xing felt that his roommate never dreamed that he would play Landlords with Maomao all night long, and the most important thing was that he had not defeated Maomao yet.

But to put it another way, my roommate should feel very honored to have the opportunity to fight against the most talented woman of all time on the Internet!

After staying up all night, the roommate and his sister naturally couldn't bear the energy consumption, so they sent a message to Chen Xing around six o'clock in the morning and prepared to go to bed.

However, because Chen Xing was blessed by the Ming Dynasty dragon energy, he was not very tired: he felt that he would not die suddenly if he did not sleep for four or five days.

When Chen Xing saw that Qingzhao Miao still looked unfinished, he could only match Qingzhao Miao and let Qingzhao Miao continue to be silent in the sea of ​​'Fighting Landlords'.

He himself turned on his laptop.

Looking at his current home, Chen Xing was filled with emotion: His electricity bill this month is estimated to be 500, right?

The TV is on 24 hours a day, because there is an emperor cat and his two little brothers who want to watch TV.

According to this situation, the mobile phone will probably be occupied by Qingzhao Miao soon.

And I will need to use a computer next.

Leave your cell phone and TV alone and save the cats!

Chen Xing deeply hates the impact of technology on cats.

But Chen Xing didn't dare to talk nonsense. These young ancestors in his family were all historical predecessors, and he expected them to share his superpowers with him.

Of course, Hu Baibai is not among them.

Hu Baibai, who was able to control the fog, could not share his ability with Chen Xing, and more importantly, Hu Baibai could not speak and could not complain, so Chen Xing could knead Hu Baibai at will.

After searching online, Chen Xing discovered that he had misunderstood Qingzhao Miao too much.

In Chen Xing's impression, Qingzhao Miao is a fairy-level lady. After all, she is the most talented woman in history. The stereotype is here.

But judging from historical records, Qingzhao Miao had three major hobbies in his life: smoking, drinking, and perming his hair... No, it was gambling, drinking, and writing lyrics.

If you try harder, Qingzhao Miao also has her fourth favorite hobby: collecting gold and stones.

It can be said that Qingzhao Meow is sure to win every bet, but her only regret in life is that no one can let her lose. She is a veritable ‘god of gambler’.

It's just that some of the current gambling games are a little different from the games of the Song Dynasty, so Qingzhao Miao needs time to understand the rules: but once you get started, it can be said that you are a professional player.

But when Chen Xing saw that Qingzhao Miao's second favorite hobby was drinking, he fell into deep contemplation.

People in ancient times seemed to like drinking, and Chen Xing felt that Yuan Zhangmiao and Jing Longmiao probably also had this hobby.

How about... buy a bottle of good wine some other time, give it to a few of them to drink, and let them taste the difference between modern wine and ancient wine?

Chen Xing couldn't help but think about such miscellaneous thoughts.

However, he quickly took a deep breath and drove all these random thoughts out of his mind. He subconsciously opened the writer's backend and prepared to complete today's update.

The novel written by Chen Xing is a weird fairy tale novel, which is roughly the kind of novel that says "when a country is about to perish, there must be monsters".

His grades were average, but he could afford Chen Xing's meals in Gaohai City.

For some reason, perhaps after seeing Qingzhaomiao's card-playing skills, Chen Xingwen was flooded with thoughts and immediately started typing on the keyboard.

When inspiration came, no one could stop it. I just typed words hastily for two hours. After writing about 6,000 words, Chen Xing clicked publish with satisfaction.

At this moment, Chen Xing found a furry figure next to him. When he took a closer look, he turned out to be Qingzhao Miao.

"What are you writing? Is it poetry?" Qingzhao Miao squatted in front of the computer desk and asked doubtfully.

"No, I'm writing a novel." Chen Xing explained, "There are relatively few poems now, and the main literary carrier is novels."

Suddenly, Chen Xing thought of something and asked, "By the way, why don't you stop playing Landlords? Are you tired of playing it?"
Chapter completed!