He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

That must be why I can't see her.

In other words, the little incident with the car door earlier was Maki's doing, and she was also present when he was slapping Miike's buttocks in the booth and pulling her into his arms...

Tooth white! Oh no!

"Shirakawa, I know you might not believe me, but I'm invisible right now. I can see that old woman's cards. By the way, could you ask the dealer to explain the rules? I just told Jackie all the numbers, but I still lost..."

Maki poured out her heart to Shirakawa, putting aside her doubts about him. Things always have to be prioritized; the most important thing now was to get Shirakawa to redeem himself and win the registration fee to save their homeroom teacher.

Shirakawa reached under the table and gave a thumbs-up to indicate that he had heard everything.

No wonder Jackie was so excited just now. It turns out that Maki could see the other person's cards, but Maki didn't know the suits. Jackie got a little carried away, so he lost the bet.

Shirakawa analyzed the reasons for their failures thoroughly, kept their lessons in mind, and vowed never to be careless or repeat their mistakes.

"Croupier, I've never played poker before. Could you please explain the suits and rules in detail?" Shirakawa suggested.

His intention in having the dealer explain the rules was to let Maki know the suits.

Jackie felt guilty about her earlier failure and now saw an opportunity to help Bai Chuan make amends: "Bai, let me tell you..."

Unexpectedly, Miike behind her pulled her back, saying, "Let's not cause trouble, let Shirakawa handle it himself."

"Trust me." Shirakawa gave an OK sign. "I will win."

Seeing how confident Shirakawa was, the two women stood behind him and quietly watched his "performance".

"Win what?" the dealer thought to himself with a sneer.

This little brat thinks that gold card means he's some big shot, when the person sitting opposite him is the wife of a cabinet minister.

He doesn't even understand the rules, yet he claims he'll win? That's laughable.

"Alright, let me explain the rules in detail..." The dealer had one set of rules in mind but another on the surface. He cleared his throat and explained the rules regarding suits, sizes, and so on.

The noblewoman did not underestimate Shirakawa because of this; on the contrary, she became more vigilant.

At my age, I've played quite a few games of gambling. I wouldn't call myself an expert, but I'm definitely a veteran.

It's not impossible for this little brother to want to play the fool and pretend to be stupid.

If that's the case, then this game is going to be interesting.

It's like playing a video game. Winning against an equally matched opponent and winning against that little girl who's like a human to AI—the sense of accomplishment from these two things is on a completely different level from the dopamine rush.

And if they win this time, the younger brother will have no chance of turning things around.

Thinking this, the noblewoman rubbed her thin, bony hands together, and began to get excited.

The dealer has finished explaining the rules.

"Gentlemen, shall we begin now?"

"let's start."

Both sides placed an initial bet of 10, and the dealer dealt cards to both sides.

The lady seemed to have used up all her luck, always ending up with a hand of worthless cards.

Shirakawa's hand mostly consists of small pairs, making him stronger than the noblewoman in terms of luck.

After learning the rules, Maki accurately reported the opponent's hand to Shirakawa.

What puzzled her was that Shirakawa didn't press his advantage when he knew the opponent's hand was weak; he just kept calling and folding, playing quite conservatively.

Maki thought she hadn't explained it clearly, so she repeated it to Shirakawa several times.

Shirakawa simply nodded slightly and continued playing, as if he were ignoring the "information" Maki had given him.

Actually, Shirakawa was just adapting.

Get used to these gambling games that often involve tens of thousands of yen, and get used to the constant flow of chips and money.

Shirakawa isn't a professional gambler; no matter what, he needs an adjustment period.

And wait for an opportunity to act.

Under what circumstances can you win big money?

At the time, the opponent was a big player who thought he could win, while he himself was an even bigger player, with a higher score.

Let's assume the old woman had a straight flush, while I had a three of a kind. (Three identical cards)

Both sides are big names, but I just happen to be a tiny bit bigger than the other.

No one will fold, and everyone thinks they have a strong hand. This is when betting continues and the real battle begins.

This is the moment Shirakawa has been waiting for.

And so, the two players' hands went back and forth, with each winning and losing, and their chip stacks remained relatively even.

They waited until Shirakawa got the Ace of Spades on his first card.

Maki rushed over, running back and forth for a long time, which really exhausted her.

"She had the Ace of Hearts."

Ace of Spades versus Ace of Hearts, isn't this the perfect opportunity?

152. ?????????

Akita, as the prize, was bound hand and foot and huddled in a corner of the stage, unable to bear looking at the scenery on stage.

Men, each carrying a "makeup egg," hemp rope bindings, whips, candles, lighters, cigarette butts, and fake bodies, did everything they could to excite the voluptuous woman in front of them and the audience below.

The voluptuous woman clearly enjoyed it; she seemed to really like being treated this way.

After one round, the training match officially entered the halftime break, or more precisely, the break for the voluptuous woman who was being trained to rest.

She had been trained by more than ten people, exhausted and sweating profusely, with dozens of red marks and various minor injuries on her body, yet she still wore a happy, joyful, and even selfless expression.

Many men want to spend more time with this woman, dragging things out and making the time drag on.

There were probably more than 10 men in line behind them.

Gotta hurry.

In the blink of an eye, the dealer had dealt all three cards.

Shirakawa's hand consists of Ace, Queen, and 5.

The lady's hand consists of Ace, Queen, and 4.

Both cards are Aces of the same suit, which is already very high, but the third card is slightly lower than Shirakawa's.

This is the opportunity that Shirakawa has been waiting for.

During the first few rounds of card dealing, neither of them placed a bet, and Shirakawa maintained a blank expression, trying hard to suppress his inner excitement.

Especially in situations like this, it's crucial to maintain a stable mindset. Shirakawa knows the lady's hand; she's bound to win, the only question is how much.

If you play well this round, you can end this betting game right away.

After these few sentences of buildup, the lady clearly began to get a little impatient, and even doubted whether she had misjudged him and that this little brother was indeed a timid and cautious novice.

I was just playing with that little girl and won 200 million in just two rounds. Now I've been playing with this little boy for half a day and the profit or loss in each round is no more than 30.

Now, calculating my remaining chips, I've lost a total of 10.

At this rate, when will it ever end?

"My little husband, you've been rubbing against me without coming in, you've really kept me in suspense." The lady covered her mouth and chuckled softly, making a lewd joke to test the other's reaction.

"Oh," Shirakawa replied indifferently, his face still expressionless, his eyes fixed on the cards in his hand, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The lady looked at her hand. Such a good hand, it was such a waste to only win the 10 ante.

"I raised it to 50."

The lady couldn't resist and started betting, first adding a small amount to test the waters.

Despite having a sure win, Shirakawa pretended to hesitate, his eyes darting around, his hand constantly rubbing and playing with a chip, as if he were making a difficult decision at a critical moment.

To exaggerate a bit, this acting skill is worthy of an Oscar.

"My little husband, can you hurry up? I'm getting all dry." The lady was indeed getting a little impatient.

This is exactly the effect Shirakawa wanted.

Dawdling around a bit can disrupt the other person's train of thought.

This was actually a rather underhanded and dirty trick, but Shirakawa didn't care in order to win.

“Then I’ll raise too, to 60. My hand is pretty good.” Shirakawa said, pushing a stack of chips forward.

Jackie and Sanchi were puzzled. How could someone with such a good hand only bet 60?

Unexpectedly, during the process of pushing the chip, Shirakawa's hand slipped, and a large chip worth 100 million accidentally fell into the betting area.

Thus, Shirakawa's bet became 160 million.

"Sorry, sorry, my hand slipped. Can I take this back?" Shirakawa scratched his head, feigning ignorance.

"My dear husband, you'd better be more careful next time." The lady didn't seem to have any objections.