noffsinger Chapter 280 Don't be so lacking in confidence, okay?
Chapter 280 Don't be so lacking in confidence, okay?
Yan Meili gently shook her head, indicating that she was powerless to do anything about it.
In the end, Chen Runping, with his excellent card skills and a good hand, successfully won the opportunity to be the dealer with a high score of 70 points.
Seeing this result, Yan Meili couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"Haha, Wang Bin, look at your stinky hands! They're nowhere near as good as Zhu Jing's!"
Hearing this, Wang Bin sighed helplessly and said, feigning annoyance:
"Oh dear, I guess I'm just unlucky. I've learned my lesson this time. I'll have to be more careful from now on and never reach out easily. Once I do, something bad is bound to happen..."
After saying that, he didn't forget to make a self-deprecating joke.
At this moment, Chen Runping had happily put away his trump card, and his smile became even brighter. He was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling, and his eyes were almost squinting into slits.
Seeing this, Wang Bin immediately guessed that this guy must have gotten a good hand, so he jokingly said with a hint of jealousy:
"Hey Chen Runping, you haven't been spending all your time in the army practicing your card-playing skills, have you? You've only been in the army for a year, and I didn't expect your card skills to improve so quickly!"
Chen Runping continued to smile without saying a word.
Chen Runping's eyes were focused and sharp. After quickly burying his cards, he began to clear out his main cards with swift, swift movements of his hands.
Faced with such a fierce offensive, the other three were completely powerless to fight back and could only watch helplessly as their trump cards were taken away one by one.
In just three rounds, their main cards were completely cleared out.
"We've run out of trump cards, so let's report the number of our side suit cards."
Wang Bin said.
"There are no trump cards left, so there's no point in playing. I only have two non-trump cards, but they are both Aces, the highest."
As he spoke, Chen Runping revealed all his cards.
According to the game rules, this round ended with everyone being wiped out, and the other three players each received three more whiskers as a punishment.
After these four rounds of competition, Wang Bin, Zhu Jing, and Yan Meili have each accumulated a total of 11 whiskers, and without a doubt, they need to accept the corresponding punishment.
The main room was filled with laughter and cheerful chatter, with everyone laughing so hard they were doubled over.
Chen Runping's group all stood up and gave up the table for Zhu Jing and Yan Meili to crawl under.
At this moment, Chen Runping shouted loudly:
"Men first, so let's have Wang Bin do twenty push-ups first!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Bin sighed helplessly, shook his head, and walked to a relatively open space, preparing to accept his punishment.
At first, Wang Bin seemed very confident, and his movements were standard and powerful.
But when he got to the tenth one, it was obvious that he was starting to feel the strain. His speed gradually slowed down, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Seeing this, the people around him started to cheer him on excitedly. Some shouted encouragement, while others teased him with jokes.
The atmosphere in the entire main room instantly became lively and bustling.
"Wang Bin, look at you! You've only been in college for a year, and your weight is increasing like a balloon! Doing 20 push-ups is like taking your life out of you, it's so strenuous!"
Kong Hui casually held the playing cards in his hand while mocking Wang Bin with a smirk on his face.
Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Wang Bin's face, but it was quickly masked by a smile.
"Go away, shut your stinking mouth! Stop spouting nonsense!"
Although he was saying this, he knew in his heart that he had indeed gained a lot of weight, and his confidence seemed somewhat lacking.
The crowd burst into laughter, while Wang Bin could only grit his teeth and grit his teeth to finish the rest of the push-ups.
His arms were trembling, and each time he propped himself up, it seemed as if he had used all his strength. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his face was flushed red from the excessive exertion.
After a painful struggle, Wang Bin finally managed to do 20 push-ups, albeit with great difficulty and in a very poor manner.
Finally, he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, panting heavily.
At this moment, Chen Runping, who was standing to the side, looked at the disheveled Wang Bin and couldn't help but laugh and say:
"Hey bro, you can't keep going like this. You need to really work out! Otherwise, you might even have trouble walking in the future."
Meanwhile, Zhu Jing and Yan Meili were preparing to accept their punishment with grim faces—crawl under the table.
They needed to quickly pass under each of the 20 tables, one after another.
As time went on, the two slowed down, and their heads began to feel dizzy from the frequent bending and straightening.
"Oh no, no! Crawling through 20 tables is just too much of a hassle. I think it would be easier to do 20 squats instead."
Zhu Jing couldn't stand the dizziness any longer and started complaining loudly.
"I'd rather crawl under a table. Last time I did 20 squats, my feet were completely ruined the next day and they hurt for days."
Yan Meili pouted and firmly voiced her objection.
Hearing her say that, the other three exchanged helpless glances and then sat back down at the familiar table.
At this moment, Wang Bin could not suppress his inner impulse and once again stretched out his hands, ready to start shuffling the cards.
However, Zhu Jing, who was standing nearby, quickly smiled and spoke up to stop them:
"Wang Bin, stop it now! Please don't let your stinky hands harm us again."
Faced with Zhu Jing's teasing, Wang Bin showed no sign of backing down, but instead retorted eloquently:
"Hey, this is a new round of the game, don't be so lacking in confidence, okay? Chen Runping just had a bit more luck and was a little bolder just now. Just wait and see, see how I beat him so badly this round that he's completely defeated!"
Despite Zhu Jing's constant teasing, Wang Bin remained unfazed and continued shuffling the cards without hesitation.
After shuffling the cards, he even personally arranged them neatly and turned over a card in the very center of the pile.
According to the rules they had agreed upon, whoever gets the flipped-over card has the right to call first.
Meanwhile, at another table, Zhao Zhaodi and several others were engaged in a relatively peaceful contest.
Everyone's luck seemed to be about the same, with no clear winner.
And this round happened to be Zhao Zhaodi's turn to be the dealer.
Just then, Ye Wentao, who had been watching from the sidelines, seized the opportunity and quickly moved to the table where Zhao Zhaodi was. He then sat down next to Zhao Zhaodi and became a spectator with great interest.