Su Zhinian had no intention of replying to Tang Nuo. He leaned against the back of the chair and used one of his hands to pick up the tiles. His long, beautiful fingers slid across the tiles, and he tossed out a 'Two Circle'.
Song Qingchun subconsciously raised her eyes to look at Su Zhinian, who was sitting on her left. Her fingers reached for the tile at the edge of the table, but she swallowed the words that were at the tip of her tongue.
I've won again … and I'm the one who ordered it …
Tang Nuo, on the other hand, was not afraid of death. He said in a strange tone, "Su Zhinian, you don't seem to be yourself today."
Su Zhinian really does not seem to be himself. He has been playing for so long, and not only has he not won a single round, he even has to fire every single one of them … Before the thought settled in Song Qingchun's mind, Su Zhinian tossed out another 'Two Circle'. Then, he turned his head to look at her, and when he realized there was no response from her, he turned his head back. He held a mahjong tile in his hand and occasionally tapped it on the table, creating a crisp sound.
When it was Tang Nuo's turn to pick up the tiles, he did not stop talking. He turned to Su Zhinian and said, "Su Zhinian, don't tell me you're going to lose so much that you only have your underwear left?"
Most of the time, the key to winning was not money but mood. Su Zhinian had lost more than ten rounds, but there was not a trace of displeasure on his face. In fact, when he heard Tang Nuo's sarcasm, he merely raised his eyebrows slightly. When the Student Council President and Song Qingchun both placed their tiles, he once again tossed out a 'Two Circle'.
In this round, he had already tossed three 'Two Circle's and ordered it three times. If I don't win now, I won't be able to win later … Song Qingchun bit on her lips, and after a moment's hesitation, she pushed the tiles in front of her to the side and said in a very low voice, "I won again."
Tang Nuo extended his neck to glance at Song Qingchun's tiles. He used his elbow to nudge Su Zhinian beside him. "Su Zhinian, do you have enough money on you? I'm telling you, go downstairs and turn left. Walk three hundred meters, and there's a construction bank … "
Before Tang Nuo could finish, Su Zhinian pulled out his wallet from his pocket to pull out a thick stack of cash. He placed it before Tang Nuo and said, for the first time in days, "Count, how much do you need?"
Even though Song Qingchun had been winning, she did not go overboard. The money Su Zhinian gave her was more than enough. Just as Song Qingchun was about to return the extra money, Su Zhinian added, "Keep it with you for now …"
Song Qingchun, who held the money in her hand, was stunned. Then she heard him add softly, "I'll calculate it all together."
…
After playing for a long time, he was a little thirsty. Tang Nuo called the waiter to bring a few bottles of colorful RIO cocktails.
The president took one bottle without hesitation.
Tang Nuo grabbed one of the pink bottles, popped the cap, and passed one to Song Qingchun.
Song Qingchun accepted it and thanked him softly, "Thank you."
Tang Nuo picked up another bottle and passed it to Su Zhinian. Su Zhinian shook his head.
"You're not even going to drink? Su Zhinian, don't you think you've gone a bit too far? This is no different from a soft drink; the alcohol content is negligible, so you won't get drunk … "
Perhaps realizing Su Zhinian really had no intention of drinking, Tang Nuo grumbled for a while before taking a sip himself. Then he turned to Song Qingchun, who was sitting across from him, and said, "Little junior, you've won so much money today, shouldn't you treat us to dinner tonight?"
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