Male transmigrates into female: The male protagonists all love to eavesdrop on my innermost thoughts

He then went to another table and took a small notebook, tearing off a stack of papers for one person: "If you lose, sign it here, and you'll get the money back after you get off the ship."

“One…one million per game…” Mu Zhen’s heart trembled. Damn, this is too much.

He came here to curry favor with them, so he's bound to lose. If that happens, will his cruise ship no longer belong to him when he disembarks?

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Forget it, with mind-reading abilities, how can I not make money? He took a stack of blank sheets of paper and readily agreed: "One million it is, let's get started!"

"Thirty thousand!"

Four!

Mu Zhen drew a tile and saw it was a seven of bamboo. He was overjoyed and glanced at Di Tianhuang on his left. He chuckled and discarded it, saying, "Seven of bamboo!" However, the next player had already drawn a tile, and Di Tianhuang did not make a move.

Mu Zhen was anxious, so she nudged Di Tianhuang under the table with her foot and whispered in a ventriloquist tone, "Brother Huang, aren't you going to touch the Seven of Bamboo?"

Emperor Tianhuang was taken aback. He was so focused on looking at the cards that he didn't notice. Before Mu Yunfei could draw the cards, he quickly said, "Seven of Bamboo, pong!" Now they could declare a winning hand.

As soon as he took the seven of bamboo that Mu Zhen had played, the smile on his face turned cold again, and he played a discarded card: "Six of bamboo!" His voice was low and he was very unhappy.

Mu Zhen thought the other party was deliberately acting so serious so as not to let the other two people notice anything amiss, and she was secretly delighted, convinced that she could get some seriousness out of him at the card table today.

Forget about Mu Yunfei for now, and Fu Tingyu is sitting opposite him, so it's inconvenient to cheat. The only option is Di Tianhuang on his left.

This guy was originally the most generous. Even when he was so angry that he gave him 10,000 points of emotional killing intent, it didn't reduce the initial 5 points. He gave 50,000 points in one go. If he helps him win more money today, how far away is 10,000 points?

The ideal is wonderful, but the reality is harsh.

The little giant pit lazily floated out, yawning: "Host, what's going on? Emperor Tianhuang's initial killing intent towards you has increased a bit, and your points have become 80,000."

Mu Zhen: ...

Holy crap, what the hell? He even helped him get to the winning hand, so why is his "killing intent" level still increasing? How come this man is more fickle than a woman?

Could it be that there was something wrong with how I played the seven of bamboo just now? That seems to be it. I cheated too obviously. Yes, yes, I must control my expression next time.

In this round, Emperor Tianhuang won without a doubt, because he reached the point of being able to win too early.

"Hehe, Brother Huang, you're really amazing!" Mu Zhen never missed an opportunity to flatter him.

Mu Yunfei and Fu Tingyu rolled their eyes in unison. What a bootlicker!

Emperor Tianhuang nodded politely to Mu Zhen.

Mu Zhen was secretly pleased; this meant he had accepted his flattery.

The little giant pit was jolted awake in a second, its limbs flailing wildly in the air: "Ahhh, host, it's gone, all of it is gone! Emperor Tianhuang's initial killing intent towards you has returned to one hundred! What did you do to him?"

'Thud!' Mu Zhen's hand trembled, and the three of bamboo he had just acquired slipped onto the card table without warning.

"Start with three of a kind!" Without giving Mu Zhen a chance to back out, Fu Tingyu on the other side hurriedly snatched the three of a kind: "Miss Mu, give me the million?"

Mu Zhen: ...I'll take your XXXX!

How could this happen? Is the Heavenly Emperor out of his mind? Helping him win money only results in a deduction of points.

Damn it! All that hard work for days, and it's all gone in one go. If I'd known he was so hard to please, I would have tried to avoid talking to him.

It's okay, if this mountain doesn't work, we'll find another one.

So we focused on the cards played by Fu Tingyu on the other side, and based on the order in which he assembled his cards in the first two rounds and the style of his playing, we quickly locked in a general direction.

This time, Mu Zhen didn't even dare to raise her head, but just kicked the tip of the man's shoe with her foot: "Five of Bamboo!"

Just as Fu Tingyu was about to look down to see who was kicking him, he saw his opponent play the card he wanted most, and quickly grabbed it: "I'll take the five of circles!"

Looks like I'm having good luck today. Such a rare hand, and he got it so quickly. I'm ready to win with the two, five, and eight of the same suit. I can win no matter which one I draw.

Mu Zhen wasn't so lucky as to be able to guess what hand the opponent would win with, but judging from Fu Tingyu's confident attitude, he should be able to win with several hands, so there was nothing to worry about.

When Mu Zhen played an 80,000, Fu Tingyu let her go because of the 5 of coins in front of him. Hu Sanzhang, what's the rush? Why not just draw the winnings yourself and win money from all three players?

After two more rounds, Fu Tingyu suddenly burst out laughing: "Self-draw, come on, one million each!"

In the next round, Mu Zhen watched as Fu Tingyu hesitated for a few seconds in the pile where he usually placed his bamboo tiles, and then played the last tile on his left, which was a one-trick pony.

In the second round, he played the third-to-last card on his left, which was a four of a kind. Now, the last card on his left and the second card on his right are definitely a pair of three of a kind.

Don't ask why there isn't a three-of-a-kind and a four-of-a-kind left. Mu Zhen himself has two four-of-a-kinds, and the God of the Table, Tianhuang, also played one, so those two must be three-of-a-kinds.

Although Mu Zhen didn't give him any three of a kind to play, based on his observation and analysis, he knew that Mu Yunfei had some, so he started playing out the two fours of a kind in his hand one by one.

One of the four of a kind had already been discarded by Fu Tingyu and then touched by Di Tianhuang, so there were no more one or four of a kind left. What use was a two or three of a kind to Mu Yunfei?

But in order to let Fu Tingyu know that he was helping him, he didn't forget to keep kicking Fu Tingyu's toes when he played the last four of a kind.

This time, Fu Tingyu found the right spot and realized that it was Mu Zhen who kicked him. His first reaction was that the other party was trying to seduce him. He frowned and showed disgust.

When the opponent played another four of bamboo, and Mu Yunfei next to him immediately played a two of bamboo, he roughly understood what it meant.

Sure enough, after Mu Yunfei finished with two tiles, he immediately went for three. Fu Tingyu had no choice but to go for it; "Three tiles, go for it!"

Mu Yunfei pouted: "You guys are really good at fighting. You wiped out one and four in the blink of an eye."

Mu Zhen knew that Emperor Tianhuang was making a Seven Pairs hand. Judging from his expression, he hadn't declared a winning hand yet. Mu Yunfei hadn't declared a winning hand either, and Mu Zhen himself didn't know how to win. Fu Tingyu had a very high probability of winning.

He didn't want to spend money to fire the cannon alone, but he also wanted Fu Tingyu to give him points. Therefore, he deduced that when Fu Tingyu wanted to win with six or nine cakes, he kept the nine cakes and tried to win with seven or eight cakes.

When the Heavenly Emperor saw that so many eight-cake and seven-cake items had been taken down, but the nine-cake items still hadn't come out, he figured that someone was probably holding a pair of nine-cake items, or waiting to carry the nine-cake items.

So naturally he didn't intend to wait for Hu Jiubing at the end, and threw the nine-cake in his hand away.

"Hu Jiu Bing!" Fu Tingyu pushed the card.

Mu Zhen secretly curled the corners of his mouth. He may not have any other skills, but he is a master at playing cards, comparable to a gambling god. Before the social situation became so severe, he ran a mahjong parlor for several years.

As for why he never considered getting rich through gambling, there's a saying: "If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet." After almost having his hand chopped off once, he never dared to take that shortcut again.

Moreover, the three people at the table are obviously novices who only know how to draw, play, and win cards, but they don't know how to read the cards at all.

In one game, the other player had already discarded the six of bamboo early on, but the Emperor was still steadfastly waiting for the six of bamboo to win.