bustling city

Zhou Jin understood after hearing the words.

This gamble is not so much serving Yan Jun's grand plan, but rather a battle specially prepared for him to make his name known.

An extremely calm and extremely defiant casino rookie who rose to fame overnight, all these names are enough to make Zhou Jin a highly anticipated existence.

After winning this game, the battle in Yan County will really begin.

And his battle alone has actually started from the moment in front of him.

"Tonight's open-air concert, I have arranged for you the status of a waiter, so that you can come and go, take advantage of the opportunity, and try to find out as much as possible about his behavior habits, small movements, conversation style, and even his preferences.

You know—" Yan Jun deliberately paused, and Zhou Jin immediately continued the second half of the sentence: "—— Texas Hold'em is not a card game, but a psychological game. "

"Not bad, learned a lot."

Yan Jun patted Zhou Jin on the shoulder twice, then withdrew his hand.

Zhou Jin still kept the too close distance, his eyes wandering around Yanjun's lips meaningfully.

"The teacher taught well."

Yan Jun laughed at the child's childish tricks in his heart, pretending to be ignorant and let him tease and tempt him, without dodging.

As he expected, Zhou Jin was disappointed by such a reaction, and his frustration was well restrained between his brows, but it was a pity that his morality was still a little shallow, and he couldn't escape Yan Jun's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jin still didn't give up. Instead of retreating, he advanced, reaching into the pocket of Yan Jun's suit, and touching Yan Jun's body with his fingers intentionally or unintentionally through the fabric.

——From his pocket, Zhou Jin took out a black earring that resembled a diamond.

He turned his head slightly, and fastened the earrings to his earlobe in a very elegant posture.

This indisputable movement, performed by Zhou Jin, does not appear to be overly feminine or enchanting, but instead has a contradictory and very impactful aesthetic feeling, like the taste of coffee mixed with agave, spicy and astringent, But straight to the heart.

"What about you?" Zhou Jin asked, looking straight at Yan Jun with his properly exposed fiery eyes.

I never thought about it, but was deeply attracted by Yan Jun's mysterious and unpredictable gaze, and almost lost the city defense.

Seeing that he finally backed away uncomfortably, Yan Jun finally returned to a serious posture.

"I'm right next to him," he pointed to the seat beside him, on which was written the pinyin version of Yan Jun, "I will cooperate with you and lead him to talk."

The thing worn on Zhou Jin's earlobe is actually an ear bone conduction communicator, and the other paired with it is made into cufflinks, which is on Yan Jun's shirt.

"If you're going to flirt," he added, "you'd better make sure you're the one who can sit still before you start, or you're exposing your most vulnerable passions .”

Yan Jun said this, with a steady tone of voice, as if there was no real factor in the confrontation just now, but just a trivial teaching session.

"remember."

Zhou Jin lowered his eyes, not to be outdone.

- Doroel is an arrogant but shrewd person.

When a person is completely conceited, arrogance may become his special charm; however, most people cannot possess this kind of thorough arrogance, and they have reservations about this point.

Once it is incompletely restrained and wrapped in shrewd calculations, people will become oily—this is Zhou Jin's first impression of Doroer.

He talked with Yan Jun in the gaps between the concerts, expressing his views on each track, and also mentioned that he had experienced gambling games and mentioned various opponents in the casino.

He seems to have a clear attitude towards any event, without hesitation, and without following the trend. He always shows his personal position through quotations, but cleverly avoids all decisive evaluations.

When recalling Doroer, Zhou Jin told me frankly that if there was no Yan Jun around him, it would have been difficult for him to defeat that German card genius, not to mention distracting attention to the croupier's thousand skills, and some ingenious skills. way of winning.

Because, as Yan Jun said, Texas Hold'em is a game of psychological games over technical games, and it was difficult for Zhou Jin at that time to match Doroel in terms of experience or state of mind.

Fortunately, in Zhou Jin's own words, at that time he had blind confidence, thinking that as long as he wanted to, he could accomplish anything, and when he was going forward, no opponent and any situation would be a problem.

He believes that if "Zhou Jin" wants to become the king of the casino, there will never be another person who can ascend to that throne.

I think this kind of lonely courage is not necessarily reasonable, but it did allow Zhou Jin to win the ticket to enter the bustling city openly, without having to go through the basement and the dark gate, like Like a gutter mouse, it sticks out its head covertly to spy on the world.

Without this solitary courage, perhaps he would not have been able to do this.

Unlike Baccrate, Texas Hold'em uses only 52 cards to play.

For a gambler like Zhou Jin who is gifted in observation and memory, the small number of cards means that the space for displaying his ability will become very limited: but for those who have achieved a little success at the gambling table, the memory and observation list will be very limited. Most of the secondary cards are not a problem, but in the German cards—especially in one-on-one situations, analyzing people's hearts is often more important than analyzing the cards.

It was really easy for Doroel's arrogance to mislead Zhou Jin at that time, and this kind of misleading was enough to make him make irrational choices at the poker table.

Not to mention in terms of experience, how to judge the situation and make decisions in a short period of time based on the opponent's betting situation, movements and even expressions.

It was with this in mind that Yan Jun specially brought Zhou Jin here; and from the next day until before the game, Yan Jun stopped all regular training and spent half a month specially bringing Zhou Jin to make plans, Analyze their every move.

-In fact, from the first month, they have added some simple tactical drills to the schedule, Zhou Jin was able to see Yan Jun's extraordinary mind, from roulette to dice to cards, all the unknowns seemed to Yan Jun They are all transparent and open.

He always taught Zhou Jin the skills of calculation without reservation and in the most simple language.

This is a new and amazing world for a teenager who has always played games by observation and intuition.

And when he put the two-finger-wide information in front of Zhou Jin, and deduced Zhou Jin's match with Dolor through the possibility of prediction, Zhou Jin realized that even so, what he had learned was only superficial. Compared with Yan Jun, his knowledge and knowledge are just a drop in the ocean.

To lose——Yan Jun warned him—to lose patiently.

Be patient enough to completely wear down his caution, make him feel safe, let him think that the victory is guaranteed, and then come back once.

Lose a little, win just right, when people's current fever cools down, they will taste who is the master in this game.

The more unpredictable you are, the more invincible you will be in the future, because every opponent who faces you in the future will start to hesitate when recalling your methods, for fear that you have already seen through the tricks, and as long as he hesitates, he will become conservative.

In high-stakes gambling, the biggest loser is conservatism.

The key is, do you have the strength to watch your chips running in front of others in more than a dozen rounds of fierce battles, still have a stable mood, and still firmly believe that in the planned round, I can put Take them all back.

"Isn't this the purpose of torturing me for so many months?" When Zhou Jin said this, he rested his chin on his hand and looked at Yan Jun across the table, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Yan Jun smiled indifferently, and said: "I hope that the gambling skills I have tortured are slightly better than your flirting skills."

Zhou Jin snorted, threw his pen on the table casually, leaned back, and sighed half-truthfully: "It's boring, your sideshow is as boring as ever."

"That's because, with your current level, you are not qualified to watch my more interesting sideshows."

Yan Jun pulled over the draft filled with the calculation process of the two of them, checked it step by step, and teased without raising his head.

He said it lightly, but Zhou Jin knew very well that he had an extremely firm resistance to feelings.

However, this didn't make him give up—in fact, even Zhou Jin himself couldn't tell whether this obsession came from his own competitive spirit, or something else.

"How about I buy your more interesting sideshow for a dollar?" he asked.

Yan Jun was noncommittal and motioned him to continue.

"You asked me to win one hundred dollars, no more, no less." Zhou Jin pulled the stack of manuscript papers from under his hand provocatively, circled a few numbers, "I won one hundred and one dollars, one more dollar, buy You change your routine and reject me."

Yan Jun went to check the data he marked first, and found that if he modified the amount of these bets in a small range, he would be more than [-]% sure to win an extra dollar.

He made a gesture of appreciation to Zhou Jin, but said in his mouth, "We'll talk about it if we win."

Zhou Jin spread his hands, looked away with a lack of interest, and tied the broken hair that fell on his forehead to the back.

This is the expression of his impatience, and Yan Jun can see it at a glance.

"I said earlier that it's okay to practice with me, but don't talk about feelings. The two of us are not in a relationship that can talk about feelings."

"What a ridiculous reason," Zhou Jin sneered, looking at him, "Why don't you say that I'm too young to be in a relationship?" Yan Jun picked up a glass and found it was empty, so he got up to add more wine.

When he passed by Zhou Jin, he bent down and whispered Haodi in the boy's ear.

His breath penetrated Zhou Jin's neck into his clothes, making the young man feel a shuddering scalding on his skin.

What Yan Jun said was: "That's your business, I won't interfere."