âI believe, I believe, how can I not believe!â The bald-headed gangster nodded his head heavily. âYang Ming, youâre such a ruthless person. For you to screw us up, isnât it just like childâs play? Please be generous and spare usâŚâ
The green haired punk was terrified. He never thought the person that Zhang Bing asked for was Yang Ming! What kind of person was Yang Ming? He was the one who would fight without considering the risk to his life. The green haired gangster usually was indeed able to bully students and old men, but it was still scary for him to face such a violent character like Yang Ming!
Yang Ming wanted to teach him a lesson, but he let him go after thoughtful consideration. He had promised Chen Mengyan not to get into trouble anymore. So he released the green haired punk and waved his hand to signal the punk to leave.
Zhang Bing, Chen Afu, and even w.a.n.g Zhitao were looking at Yang Ming with shocked expressions. They never thought four bada** punks had been dismissed by Yang Ming! Especially the leader, Yang Ming squeezed a jujube cake into his mouth, and he didnât dare to even make a f*rt!
Although Zhang Bing and Yang Ming were good friends, they only met each other in high school. They didnât know about each other during junior high school. Zhang Bing knew that all the bad students listened to Yang Ming in school, but he didnât know Yang Ming had the same deterrence to the gangsters out there!
Zhang Bing was glad that he had Yang Ming as his friend. If it werenât for Yang Ming, he couldnât step back from it. Being slapped by the green haired punk was a small case, but losing reputation in front of Zhao Sisi wasnât great.
w.a.n.g Zhitao was even astonished by it! The incident about Zhang Yuliang last time could be a coincidence. But this time, the punks were terrified of Yang Ming! This explained that Yang Ming had his place in the underworld! w.a.n.g Zhitao was truly overthinking this, but who could blame him? The incidents were so coincidental!
w.a.n.g Zhitao knew that using brute force on Yang Ming wouldnât work, so he needed some dirty tricks to fight with him. But dirty tricks⌠w.a.n.g Zhitao thought about Chen Fei who was Chen Mengyanâs father. He feared that he would be in the police station before he could trick Yang Ming!
This situation was fearful of wolves ahead and tigers from behind [1], w.a.n.g Zhitao had no choice but to wait. But it wouldnât stop w.a.n.g Zhitao from setting up little traps to trip Yang Ming up. Although I canât do anything to you, I could still set up some traps to fool you!
What w.a.n.g Zhitao didnât know was that Yang Ming had the same idea! If Yang Ming knew w.a.n.g Zhitao had no way to deal with him, would Yang Ming laugh out loud?
Someone probably called Teacher Li. She rushed here and asked Yang Ming and Zhang Bing, âWhatâs going on? Why did you guys fight with outsiders?â
âItâs alright now Teacher Li. This was just a misunderstanding.â Yang Ming said lightly.
âYeah, itâs just a violent case that was caused by jujube cake.â Chen Afu was the only one who was beaten, so he was p*ssed off.
âEn?â Teacher Li asked, âWhat violent case?â
w.a.n.g Zhitao stared at Chen Afu, then said, âChen Afu is just kidding, Teacher Li. Itâs alright now. Those people have left already. Itâs thanks to Yang Ming who convinced them in time.â
w.a.n.g Zhitao was the cla.s.s monitor, so his words were more convincing. Teacher Li didnât know how Yang Ming convinced them, but she was just a cla.s.s teacher in name now as the students have graduated already. So she couldnât care much.
âYang Ming, are you alright?â Chen Mengyan asked with concern.
âSister-in-law, youâre being unfair. Iâm the victim. Why arenât you concerned about me?â Zhang Bing gave a bitter smile.
âI should have appeared later so that you could enjoy a slap from the green haired punk.â Yang Ming looked disdainfully at Zhang Bing. His meaning was obvious. Why do you need care from Chen Mengyan? Donât you already have Zhao Sisi?
They talked casually after that. After lunch, they grouped up and played by the side of the reservoir.
A reservoir was a protected area that didnât allow people to swim in it. However, the person-in-charge of the reservoir was Teacher Liâs student, so he made an exception to let them fish by the side. Their dinner would be the fishes that they caught.
Technically, reservoirs had private contracts, so there was usually a fee for fis.h.i.+ng. Since there were dedicated areas for fis.h.i.+ng, other areas were off limits. But due to Teacher Liâs relations.h.i.+p, the person-in-charge didnât restrict the students.
Of course, the precondition was that the fish could not be taken away. They can only get cooked in the reservoir restaurant. If there were leftover fish, they had to be released.
The four of them took fis.h.i.+ng rods and started fis.h.i.+ng after they found a spot.
Fis.h.i.+ng was a task that required patience. Many lost their patience after a while, so they played poker in the gra.s.sy area beside the reservoir.
âYang Ming, do you play poker? Letâs have a match?â w.a.n.g Zhitao came over and tapped Yang Mingâs shoulder. âDid you catch any fish?â
âStill nothing. These fish seem very smart. It wasnât easy to get them hooked.â Yang Ming seemed bored as well. When he noticed how w.a.n.g Zhitao called on him, he showed a delighted expression. âPlay what?â
âVersus the landlord, blackjack or five card stud, anything will work.â w.a.n.g Zhitao said, âAre you joining?â
âOkay, then Iâll play a while!â Yang Ming wasnât interested in playing cards, but how could he disappoint w.a.n.g Zhitao? Therefore he feigned interest.
âThen letâs play blackjack. It ends faster.â w.a.n.g Zhitao suggested.
âAlright. Whatâs the prize?â Yang Ming asked.
âWhatever, any prize will do. Weâre just playing for fun.â w.a.n.g Zhitao said.
w.a.n.g Zhitao got a deck of cards. He invited Bi Yuntao, An Quantao, and Chen Afu. The five of them started to play.
Blackjack is also known as twenty-one, a common card game. The rule is simple. Each person takes turns to draw a card. Whoever has cards that are nearest to 21 points or equal to 21 points is the winner. If the points add up to more than 21, then it is a âbust.â There is usually a dealer in a real blackjack game, but Yang Ming and they ignored the dealer role since they were just playing for fun.
Yang Ming knew w.a.n.g Zhitaoâs intention, so he started to play without making any sound. Yang Ming won the first two matches. w.a.n.g Zhitao and the others were either âbustâ or the points were too low, and they didnât have the guts to draw.
Of course, this is just on the surface. In fact, Yang Ming saw their cards clearly. There was one round where w.a.n.g Zhitao had two 10s in his hand, and this was considered greater in points. However he kept drawing so of course, he wasnât lucky enough to get an Ace, so he went âbust.â
As for Bi Yuntao, he had an 8 and a 3 in his hand, but he didnât dare to draw more. How could Yang Ming not notice such an obvious and pretentious act? It was just that he didnât expose them.
âThis is so boring!â An Quantao threw the cards on the ground. âI lost again!â
âYeah, Yang Ming really has good luck!â Chen Afu said promptly, âWhy donât we spice it up a little? If itâs like this, the play will be more exciting.â
âYouâre right! I agree. What do you guys think?â An Quantao voiced out an agreement.
âI think this could work. Cla.s.s monitor, Yang Ming, what do you think?â Bi Yuntao expressed his opinion too.
âThis⌠isnât very good?â Yang Ming acted like a weakling. âIsnât this gambling?â
âThis should be fine, right? We are adults already.â w.a.n.g Zhitao hesitated on purpose. âI think we should be fine if we arenât playing in large amounts!â
âRight, Yang Ming. Cla.s.s monitor has said so. Shouldnât you give face to him?â Chen Afu said in an excited tone, âAre you afraid of losing money?â
âThen so be it! How much are we betting?â Yang Ming acted perplexed and nodded his head.
âOne yuan per round, is that ok?â An Quantao said.
âOne yuan?â Yang Ming thought. Oh my G.o.d, canât you mention a little bit more? But he still nodded his head nervously. âAlright.â
w.a.n.g Zhitao and the other three were delighted to see Yang Ming agree to it. Hehe, there is no man who doesnât gamble. Since you got yourself into it, I wonât be afraid that you wonât gamble more!
Within two games, Yang Ming already understood the intention of w.a.n.g Zhitao and the other three people. They havenât started their action yet, they were still setting him up. Yang Ming had won a few rounds. He already won around thirty yuan.
After Chen Afu went âbust,â he threw the cards and complained, âPlaying one yuan per turn isnât really fun. I have no interest in this!â
âThen you say how much you want to play.â Bi Yuntao continued.
âTen yuan? What do you guys think?â Chen Afu suggested. Based on the current situation, Yang Ming was always the winner, so Chen Afu wasnât afraid that Yang Ming would disagree. The thing about gambling was that who wouldnât want to win more when they were on a winning streak!
Unfortunately, the person in front of him was Yang Ming!
Chapter Notes: [1] Chinese idiom: In a dangerous situation where it was tough to make a move in either direction.
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