PDLP Chapter 125 New Game Launch, Blindfolded Soccer?
Chapter 125 New Game Launch, Blindfolded Soccer?
A smart person will avoid scissors and choose rock or paper.
But a wise person knows that a wise person will avoid scissors, so instead, they will return to the scissors.
It was wrapped in three layers.
He opened his eyes.
Decided.
Scissors.
Bet the biggest bet.
If you win, you get five coins plus nine as tribute, for a total of fourteen coins.
He placed the cards on the table and secretly glanced at Deng Chao.
Then she raised an eyebrow at him.
That expression was so irritating.
It's like saying... wait and see the genius's performance.
Deng Chao saw it, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
I ignored him.
"Everyone, place your cards face down in the center of the table."
Chen Yang's voice was steady.
"Once a move is made, there's no going back."
Ten hands push the cards.
neat and tidy.
Chen He's heart was pounding in his chest.
"three."
"two."
"one."
"turn!"
All ten cards are turned over at the same time.
Chen Yang's gaze swept across the room from left to right.
Then the corner of his mouth twitched.
Chen He looked down at the scissors in front of him.
Now look at the scissors on the left.
The scissors on the right.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
On the desktop.
Deng Chao – Scissors.
Li Chen – Stone.
Shen Teng – Scissors.
Wang Baoqiang – Stone.
Chen He – Scissors.
Zheng Kai – Scissors.
baby—scissors.
Andy Lau – Stone.
Stephen Chow – Scissors.
Chow Yun-fat!
cloth.
Six scissors.
Three stones.
A piece of cloth.
The only minority.
Chow Yun-fat.
The room was silent for a full five seconds.
Chow Yun-fat sat in a chair, looked at the cloth in front of him, and slowly picked up a folding fan.
It unfolded with a snap.
He fanned it twice.
Then he laughed.
"Everyone."
His voice was neither hurried nor slow.
"Sorry! I won this round."
He looked around.
"In addition, there were tributes from nine others."
He held up nine fingers.
Nine.
"There are twelve in total. Thank you all for your support."
The entire room fell silent.
Then Chen He collapsed.
"How is that possible?!"
He turned to look at Stephen Chow.
Stephen Chow sat in the corner, expressionless.
It paused for two seconds.
"I thought you would produce a stone."
Chen He's lips twitched.
"I thought you'd play cloth!"
Stephen Chow glanced at him.
"So you lost."
Deng Chao lay face down on the table, one hand covering his face.
"I'm a pair of scissors too..."
He looked up at Chow Yun-fat.
"Brother Fa, how dare you offer fabric?"
Chow Yun-fat waved a folding fan, his smile kind and gentle.
"Young people all want to win, so when the show throws out paper, their first reaction is to scissors."
He paused for a moment.
"I'm fifty-four, I'm not greedy. Three pieces of cloth are enough."
He patted his knee.
"But you nine brought up the gold coins you were offering as tribute."
He looked at the whole table with a smile.
"Thank you."
Andy Lau shook his head with a wry smile.
"Brother Fa, you're playing dumb to fool others."
Chow Yun-fat waved his fan at him.
"Andy Lau, we've known each other for decades, don't you understand me?"
He blinked.
"I'm just an ordinary old man."
Shen Teng leaned back in his chair and laughed.
Surprisingly, his smile wasn't sly at all; it was genuine admiration.
"Brother Fa, you are the true God of Gamblers."
Wang Baoqiang also realized what was happening.
He stared at the stone tablet in front of him and slapped his thigh hard.
"I wasn't in the minority either!"
Baby pouted as she looked at her scissors.
"I'm a pair of scissors too..."
She turned and glanced at Chen He.
Chen He quickly waved his hand.
"This time it's really not my fault! I didn't lie to you!"
"You said scissors would definitely win."
"I made scissors myself!"
Zheng Kai looked at him coldly.
"Genius He, that's three rounds. How many times have you won?"
Chen He opened his mouth.
I can't answer that.
Chen Yang walked to the whiteboard and updated the score.
Chow Yun-fat: 22.
Deng Chao: 14 pieces.
Chen He: 14 pieces.
Stephen Chow: 14.
Shen Teng: 12 pieces.
Andy Lau: 12.
Li Chen: 9 pieces.
Wang Baoqiang: 9 pieces.
Zheng Kai: 9.
baby: 9 pieces.
"First game over."
Chen Yang put down the marker.
"Currently, Chow Yun-fat is leading by a wide margin with 22 gold coins."
Chow Yun-fat closed his folding fan and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the camera.
"Thank you for your concession."
The entire audience erupted in wails once again.
"alright."
Chen Yang clapped his hands.
"Please follow me to the next room for the second game."
Ten people stood up.
After passing through a short corridor, a double door is pushed open.
The new room was a size bigger than the previous one.
The lighting was bright, the walls were off-white, and the floor was covered with light gray rubber flooring.
Chen He was the first to rush in, his eyes scanning the room.
"Chair?"
On the right side of the room, ten chairs are neatly arranged against the wall.
Five red ones and five yellow ones are arranged in a row.
Next to the chair was a small table with a pile of black eye masks neatly stacked on it.
A small whiteboard stands next to the table.
There were two lines of text written on the whiteboard.
First, violence must never be used under any circumstances.
Second, both individual alliances and strategies can be used.
"Same rules as the previous room."
After Deng finished reading, he turned around and glanced at the center of the field.
A small goal.
Standard five-a-side dimensions, white metal frame, with netting.
About five meters in front of the goal, there was a white line drawn on the floor.
A bamboo basket was placed next to the white line.
In the basket, ten small soccer balls were arranged neatly.
Wang Baoqiang's eyes lit up.
"Play football?"
He walked over, bent down, picked up a soccer ball from the basket, and bounced it twice.
"I can do this!"
Zheng Kai also came over.
"A goal with blindfolds..."
He glanced at the pile of eye masks next to the chair.
"Was he kicking blindfolded?"
Shen Teng followed at the back and walked in, glancing around.
His gaze darted back and forth between the red and yellow chairs twice.
"Five red ones, five yellow ones."
He spoke slowly.
"Exactly ten people."
He glanced at Chen Yang.
"Director Chen, are we going to split into teams this time?"
Chen Yang stood in the direction of the production crew, with his hands behind his back.
The corners of his mouth were turned up.
No reply.
But everyone saw that smile.
When Chow Yun-fat walked in, he slung his folding fan over his shoulder and looked around.
"interesting."
His gaze fell on the pile of eye masks.
"You can't see, but you still have to play football."
He chuckled.
"More exciting than gambling."
Stephen Chow walked to a yellow chair in the far corner and stood still.
He didn't sit down.
With his hands in his pockets, he looked down at the small soccer goal.
It paused for a few seconds.
"The goal is very small."
The voice was almost a monologue.
Andy Lau stood in the center of the venue, looked around, and shook his head with a smile.
"Brother Fa, you just won so many coins, don't lose this round."
Chow Yun-fat unfolded his folding fan.
Whether it crashes or not depends on the rules.
He looked at Chen Yang.
Ten pairs of eyes stared at them simultaneously.
Chen Yang's lips curled up again.
"The rules of the second game..."
"We'll talk after you're all seated."
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P.S.: I was watching a variety show tonight, and I just didn't feel like writing anymore!