Ming Qiao didn't quite understand the purpose of setting a ten-minute limit in the rules, but just in case, he didn't want to get into trouble for breaking the rules at the beginning.
After saying that, Mingqiao could feel several people at the table, including the dealer, looking at him. Even though he had lost his eyesight, the cold and numb feeling of being stared at did not diminish at all.
He laughed dryly and asked, "What's wrong? It's just a playing card."
"It's okay." The dealer also laughed, but the laughter was a little weird: "You are quite familiar with this place."
"Not very familiar with it." Ming Qiao couldn't guess what he meant, so he just told the truth: "And this is really my first time playing it."
"Okay." The dealer cleared his throat. "Does Mr. Lucky know where he is?"
"Small blind." Mingqiao replied.
"Yes, it's your turn to call, raise, or fold after the bet starts."
"Know."
The dealer briefly introduced the rules to Mingqiao, and Mingqiao listened to it again. He found it was almost the same as what he had inferred.
"Shall we begin?" asked the dealer.
Mingqiao hummed softly.
The dealer first dealt two cards to each of the five people as hole cards. Mingqiao took the cards and tentatively touched the surface of the cards with his fingers, lifting a corner. As he expected, this kind of playing card was not the ordinary one sold on the market, but had very subtle patterns on the surface, a bit like the blind spots on the RMB.
He was originally wondering how he could know what cards he had and what cards he was playing in such a pitch-dark environment, but now he knew everything just by touching it.
Mingqiao's cards were not very good, a 5 of hearts and a 10 of clubs.
The dealer flipped three cards in the middle of the table: "Queen of Clubs, 6 of Diamonds and 9 of Spades. Small blind, please choose whether to bet."
Mingqiao put out two chips: "Raise."
Others began to express their opinions in a clockwise direction. After one round, only one person chose to fold his cards, and everyone else added more chips.
The dealer dealt the fourth card in the middle of the table, which was a King of Clubs.
"Add." Mingqiao pushed out five more chips.
"Are the cards good?" someone couldn't help but ask Mingqiao.
"Not very good." Mingqiao said.
Based on the previous calls from other people, Mingqiao could roughly infer what cards they had in their hands, but there was no guarantee that someone would take advantage of the situation and want to disrupt his continuous betting rhythm and choose to call randomly. According to Mingqiao's own thinking, if he wanted to be sure of winning, he had to win big. The most powerful five cards were nothing more than a royal flush, from 10 to A, with consecutive numbers and the same suit.
Now he holds a 10 of clubs in his hand, and the community cards already have the Q and K of clubs, which means he needs an A and J of clubs.
But it was almost the final river card stage. How could he ensure that the next card turned over by the dealer would be one of the Ace and J of clubs?
Mingqiao tightened his grip on the trump card.
There should be someone who also wants a J of clubs. I wonder if he will take action.
If that person moves, he only needs to change the 5 of Hearts in his hand to the Ace of Clubs.
The dealer turned over the last community card: "J of Clubs."
Mingqiao breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that these monsters are not of the same clan. If they are all in the same group, they will never let the J of Clubs appear even if they lose.
"All in." Mingqiao pushed out all the chips in his hand. No matter how much he won, these chips would be of no use to him.
"So straightforward?" Others looked at him in surprise.
"Yeah, let's play just this once, the casino will pay for it anyway." Mingqiao smiled sincerely, and he really looked like a fool who was fresh and excited about playing cards for the first time.
After everyone at the table has expressed their opinions, the dealer will gather all the chips thrown out and say, "Next, let's compare cards. Please show your hole cards."
The others happily put out the two cards in their hands. When the dealer was reading the cards, Mingqiao was careful. The man diagonally opposite him, next to the dealer, had three Js in his hand, which could make a solid combination with the J of clubs on the field.
No wonder.
But fortunately Mingqiao's cards are bigger than his.
"Mr. Lucky, please move faster."
Mingqiao turned over the two cards in his hand, which were a 10 of clubs and an Ace of clubs.
"Impossible, how can you have the Ace of Clubs!" someone at the table shouted.
Mingqiao recognized from his voice that he was the one who bet the most on the field besides himself.
"Why not?"
"Because I held the Ace of Clubs before the game started!"
"Oh." Mingqiao nodded, "Maybe you made a mistake. Do you want to check again?"
The man quickly reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a card. He couldn't see the card clearly in the dark, but the surface of the card was smooth, so it was obviously not a card on the field.
"I guess I picked up the wrong card." Mingqiao said to the dealer with a smile, "Did I win? The biggest straight flush."
"Yes, congratulations."
Mingqiao could tell that the dealer was speaking with gritted teeth, without even pretending.
"I want a playing card." Mingqiao repeated his request.
"Okay." The dealer took out a card from his pocket, but did not hand it directly to Mingqiao.
"What prize do you want to exchange for it?"
"I don't have a prize yet, can you choose something else?" Mingqiao shuddered when he thought of their "praise" of his eyes before the competition started.
"Don't be afraid, I don't want your eyes anymore." The dealer said, pressing the cards in his hand on the table and slowly pushing them over: "I want one of your flexible fingers."
It seems that he knew that he had secretly changed the cards, but for some reason he did not expose it.
Mingqiao couldn't tell whether the card the dealer gave him was the one he wanted, but he couldn't miss it: "Okay, I'll trade with you."
He put his hand on the poker card, and the next second, the pain of the base of his index finger being forcibly cut spread throughout his body, and blood gushed out from the broken end, quickly leaving a small wet spot on the table. He gritted his teeth to endure the pain, almost biting his teeth to pieces, and cold sweat instantly covered his body. Mingqiao shivered in pain, and he slowly moved the card to his side and picked it up with his other hand.
It was a completely different kind of playing card, very hard, and felt like metal, with a sunken pattern on the surface. Mingqiao touched it and found it was a two of hearts.
Not the card he wanted.
"Still playing?" the dealer asked him.
Mingqiao put the card into his shirt pocket, then pinched his broken fingertips and shook his head.
He couldn't even speak. The intense pain put him in a state of torment and emptiness.
A dealer should have only one special poker card. Even if he continues to play, he can't get what he wants. He has to change tables and continue playing until he has the four poker cards.
Now that he has one, he can use this playing card to exchange for other cards next time, unless he encounters the card he wants again, in which case he needs to exchange it for something else.
Mingqiao stood up from the chair tremblingly.
The pain in his fingers almost completely overwhelmed the discomfort brought by the cold. The pain shifted from his brain to his body, making his mind clearer.
He walked over to the next table, which was playing Landlord.
Ming Qiao still watched two rounds before sitting down: "I want a poker card."
He was quite good at playing Landlord, mainly because he had a strong card memory. He relied on remembering the cards while playing and calculating at the same time, and won the game without cheating.
The landlord pushed a card to him, and Mingqiao pushed the two of hearts back to exchange with him.
The card he got in exchange was a Queen of Diamonds, which was not the card he wanted.
Mingqiao stood up again and walked to the next table.
After playing seven or eight rounds, Mingqiao finally got the first card he wanted, which was the Joker.
Exchanging for a card means that next time you want a card, you have to exchange it for something else.
Mingqiao suddenly became scared.
The experience of having his finger cut off was still severely irritating his nerves, and he trembled all over whenever he thought about it.
But being afraid is useless. These monsters here will not soften their hearts towards you just because you are afraid. They will only become more aggressive.
Qin Xue was almost falling asleep against the door, when a sudden, violent bang quickly pulled him back from his half-asleep state.
He pushed hard against the door until a hoarse voice came from outside: "Open the door, Qin Xue."
"Mr. Ming?" Qin Xue was still unsure if the person outside was Ming Qiao, so he quickly thought of a question: "What was the last class you taught?"
"I'm telling your class about the American Independence War."
Qin Xue confirmed the correct answer and happily opened the door, but saw that blood was oozing out of one of Mingqiao's eye sockets, and three of his fingers were cut, which were also dripping blood, and soon formed a bright red color on the soles of his feet.
He was so frightened that his hair stood on end.
Mingqiao's face was as pale as paper and his body was covered in blood, like a demon in a movie. If Qin Xue hadn't had a good mental state, he would have screamed by now.
Mingqiao had been in darkness all along, and now he was uncomfortable with the neon lights. He closed his only eye, and then took out the four playing cards that he had kept in his shirt pocket: "Give it to Shi Xin, run faster."
"Teacher Ming, what about you?" Qin Xue asked blankly.
"I'll stay and hold the door." Ming Qiao had no strength left, so he slid down the threshold and sat on the ground, "Take a break while you're here."
Qin Xue was speechless.
He thought that such stories of self-sacrifice would always exist in textbooks and newspapers, but then he met Mingqiao.
How could there really be a teacher who would sacrifice himself to save others?
How is it possible that a teacher who is ill can still do this and that?
How is it possible that there is a teacher who can do this?
It was Mingqiao, the little teacher who had never been noticeable. He was usually gentle and kind, and was always kind when talking to them during class. But when something happened, he could stand in front of everyone like a steel plate.
Qin Xue wiped his snot and tears.
"Teacher Ming."
"Go ahead and give him the cards. He knows what to do." Mingqiao said, "Don't worry about me."
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