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

Touching his nose, he awkwardly apologized, "I lost my composure."

"It's okay. I haven't won against them before, but ever since you came, Brother Yuan, my luck seems to have been exceptionally good. Look, I won! The opponent's nine of bamboo, I won!" He took the nine of bamboo that Fu Tingyu had played and pushed his own cards over.

He understands perfectly well that beginners are easily excited when playing mahjong.

Long Yuan was caught off guard by the praise. His face remained expressionless, but his dark, handsome face, often exposed to the sun, flushed slightly.

People often don't like to seek a sense of existence in the fields where they have reached their peak; instead, they are more enthusiastic about seeking success in unfamiliar fields.

Even if it's just being praised for good luck.

After all, sometimes luck is also a form of strength.

"Thirty thousand!" Mu Yunfei threw down a thirty thousand.

Long Yuan shouted before Mu Zhen could finish: "Haha, Hu Sanwan, Afei, you're really bold. You still dare to hit Sanwan at a time like this."

Mu Yunfei had never found Long Yuan's voice so noisy and grating. She glared at him and continued to the next game.

Mu Zhen let Long Yuan boss him around from behind, acting as if he was being controlled by the other party. If anything went wrong, he would talk to him nicely and give Long Yuan a sense of participation.

After winning five games in a row, Mu Zhen's score had reached 20,000 points from Long Yuan, but there was no further progress after that.

He no longer dared to think about taking money from the others, and obediently stepped aside: "Brother Yuan, you fight. You're really lucky today. Maybe it would be better if you did it yourself."

"Are you two ever going to stop? Mu Yunya, weren't you the one who wanted to bet with me? Why did you switch to A Yuan?" Mu Yunfei was very unhappy.

Firstly, they lost a billion, and secondly, if it were A Yuan, they wouldn't have gambled so much.

"What does it matter? Win or lose, it's all on me. I've already won four billion from you guys."

"Maybe if it were someone else, you wouldn't have lost so badly!" Mu Zhen blinked, as if to say, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Four people: That sounds really reasonable!

So no one spoke up. Long Yuan had always won and lost half of his games when he played cards with them before, so there was no reason for him to keep winning today.

We must find a way to win back the money we've lost. The money itself doesn't matter; it's all about saving face.

When Mu Zhen was instructing Long Yuan, he was less flamboyant and instead spoke softly and quietly, subtly conveying his experience: "Oh, a talisman! Brother Yuan, your luck is really good. You even managed to draw this one."

Long Yuan, who had intended to play the card directly, was puzzled. It was just a 50,000 tile, and he didn't have any 50,000 tiles in his hand. Why keep the 50,000 tile? So he asked her, "Is it even useful?"

"What's the rush? Just pick any card from the side! They've already taken all three, so just take out one or two!"

Long Yuan pursed his thin lips, wondering when Fu Tingyu had touched the three strips. He hadn't even noticed; luckily, Mu Yunya reminded him, otherwise…

Who knows, he might still be listening to three of them in the end, so he nodded, pretending to be deep in thought, and said, "I was just thinking of splitting these two!" As he spoke, he typed out a two.

Mu Zhen: Hehe!

While others were arranging their own tiles, you were still busy organizing your own, so you didn't even see them, did you?

Don't let their lack of skill fool you; they're quite cunning. They know everyone's situation perfectly well, but they rarely say it out loud when they're about to pong or kong.

Moreover, the speed at which cards are drawn is incredibly fast. Once a card is drawn, it's too late for anyone who discovers they have a card they need to meld; they can only watch helplessly.

Mu Yunfei also lost a hand once because Fu Tingyu drew cards too quickly.

Fu Tingyu also suffered a loss in this round because of this. Mu Zhen saw at a glance that he had an extra card, but he was unaware of it and was busy calculating what he was doing.

No matter how long you calculate, you still won't win.

In the end, Long Yuan excitedly discovered that he could win with three cards, and gave Mu Zhen a look that said 'don't tell anyone'.

Mu Zhen: ...

Do you think everyone talks as much as you?

Fearing he might win by discarding a tile that would allow someone else to discard a winning tile, I whispered a reminder: "Brother Yuan, when you discarded the tile of the first suit just now, it seemed like Brother Huang wanted to pong it, but Brother Fei drew the tile too quickly and he didn't get to pong it. He probably hasn't declared a winning hand yet, right?"

And Fei Ge, judging from his anxious and conflicted expression, he probably hasn't won yet. Hmm, the person across from us has a lot of cards, am I seeing things?"

So, even if I win by drawing the winning tile myself, even if I win 1.5 billion, it's still mine.

After hearing Mu Zhen's words, Long Yuan was 100% certain that Di Tianhuang had not yet won a hand, so he first looked at Mu Yunfei's furrowed brows, and then counted Fu Tingyu's tiles opposite him.

He immediately smiled.

He whispered to Mu Zhen, "Hehe, you didn't miscount, there really was one extra!"

So what are you waiting for if you don't touch it yourself?

Unsurprisingly, this game ended with Longyuan winning by drawing the winning tile himself.

When Long Yuan won five games in a row, he was the only one in the entire arena who was laughing the most heartily, while the others looked like they had swallowed a fly.

It is said that those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. Everyone could see that Long Yuan's victory was entirely due to Mu Zhen, but Long Yuan, amidst Mu Zhen's effusive praise, firmly believed that his luck was extraordinary that day.

Even if winning a lot of money has nothing to do with him, his biggest gain is being able to crush the others.

Seeing that it was getting late, Mu Zhen didn't forget that Long Yuan wanted to have barbecue that night: "Brother Yuan, you keep going, I'll go prepare the barbecue for tonight."

"No need, just sit here. You can just cook a bowl of noodles for dinner." Long Yuan was in high spirits.

Whether he wanted to show off his skills in front of Mu Zhen or just found it fun to discuss card games with her, he didn't want her to leave right now.

Mu Zhen was naturally more than happy to do so. Not only could he get points, but he could also save the effort of making barbecue. Why not?

Okay! He admitted that he was actually afraid that after he left, Long Yuan would lose all the money he had worked so hard to win.

Long Yuan was happy for her to stay, but the others were not.

Emperor Tianhuang still spoke in the same commanding tone as a servant: "Since you say you like barbecue, then let's have barbecue. Get ready to go!"

“Yes, pick more vegetables from the greenhouse, and arrange the location on the top floor,” Fu Tingyu agreed.

The more complicated it is, the better, so that they don't come back to it later.

Mu Zhen didn't move at all: "Hehe, Brother Yuan said we'd eat noodles, so we'll eat noodles today!"

The four of them looked at him with surprise. Fu Tingyu chuckled, "Miss Mu, are you unwilling to acknowledge us as your elder brothers?"

"How could that be? It's rare for Brother Yuan to bring up a request again, I can't keep showing favoritism, can I?"

Hmph, now that I've got mind-reading abilities, dealing with you guys will be a piece of cake.

Little Giant Pit highly approves of Mu Zhen's positive attitude. Apart from points, everything else is insignificant: "Hehe, host, Long Yuan's killing intent towards you has decreased a little. Your current points are 70,000. Keep it up!"