The outcome of today's Shokkiji - the defeat of Jiang Xu and Qingye.
The referee is off, and there is no doubt that the winner is Daizi's curry.
If it were yesterday, Jiang Xu would risk his own life to argue.
But having found the source of the extra victory points today, he no longer cares much about the few victory points gained by Shoji Ji at night.
It's just a matter of mahjong.
In fact, in terms of time efficiency, Shoji and Mahjong are not much different.
I just don’t know how kendo works.
A kendo match lasts 5+3 minutes.
The long one is 8 minutes, and the short one can decide the winner in just two or three minutes.
If the winning points were considerable, Jiang Xu felt that he might have to shift his focus.
Finished clearing the dishes.
Daizi did not go back to the study directly to work, but asked Qingye: "Qingye, do you want to go out for a jog?"
Thinking of the high-calorie fried chicken and curry he had eaten at night, Aoba nodded immediately: "Okay."
Daizi turned to look at Jiang Xu again: "Mr. Xu, where are you? Do you want to come together?"
Jiang Xu thought for a moment and refused: "Aunt Daizi, I won't go. I plan to buy a set of training swords later."
"Swords. I understand." Daizi nodded and said, "I remember they are sold in the shopping mall in the next town. Do you want me to take you there?"
"No need." Jiang Xu smiled and said, "I just treat walking as exercise."
"OK."
When I came back, there was still a trace of sunset, but when Jiang Xu went out now, it was already completely dark.
The night breeze is gentle and the street lights are soft.
Jiang Xu raised his head. The moons in the two worlds were equally cold, hanging lonely among the stars.
'So you haven't changed. That's great. '
Jiang Xu said softly in his heart, with a carefree smile on his face. He raised his head and strode out of the door into the quiet night.
However, after taking a few steps, he stopped and stood in the middle of the road.
After a moment of silence, he took out his phone, quickly clicked on the navigation, typed to search for the destination, and after memorizing the route, he immediately stuffed the phone back into his pocket.
After raising his head to find the right direction, he rushed out suddenly, bringing with him a slight whistling wind.
Fortunately no one saw it, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stay here any longer! !
In the green belt beside the road, a brown cat poked its head out from the branches, tilted its head, and looked at this human being who stopped and ran inexplicably.
"Meow?"
The area where Qingye's house is located is a relatively suitable living environment. If compared with a community, it is a mid-to-high-end community.
Noisier locations such as shopping malls, restaurants, and pedestrian streets are all next door, which avoids noise pollution and prevents people from wandering in and out.
It's acceptable to walk a little more. Just like Jiang Xu said, just treat it as a walk.
However, Jiang Xu still ran all the way along the road. With his physical fitness, he only panted slightly from Qingye's house to the pedestrian street without breaking a sweat.
There were gradually more people, and they were all heading towards the pedestrian street where you could see the bright lights and feasting if you raised your head slightly. Jiang Xu slowly slowed down and merged into the crowd.
The shopping malls on both sides were brightly lit, making the whole street look like daytime.
People were bustling and lively.
Jiang Xu went straight to a large shopping mall located in the middle of the pedestrian street.
This shopping mall belongs to a chain of shopping malls that sells only equipment for various competitive events.
There are mahjong machines, balls, rackets, chessboards, chess pieces, bows and arrows, swords, protective gear, etc.
Jiang Xu wandered around for a while, found the kendo section, and finally picked out a good bamboo sword, which cost him a full two hundred yuan.
Fortunately, he only bought a bamboo sword. If it was a real sword or gun, they would also sell it, but the price was not something he could consider now.
When going back, Jiang Xu didn't take the main road, but thought about walking back to Aoba's house through the towns.
Not only can you familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment, but you won't feel like you are still in a strange place after living here for a long time.
There is also a sense of déjà vu as you walk through a maze.
Walking through the streets with scattered heights and a mixture of old and new styles always makes Jiang Xu feel like he is in dialogue with the local humanity.
You can experience the bustling and endless life of people in a region.
It was like seeing the same familiar moonlight and the same vast and endless starry sky.
It can allow Jiang Xu to temporarily integrate into this world.
As a traveler who has left his homeland.
It's almost nine o'clock now.
People on the road are flowing back home.
Jiang Xu was surprised to see an unexpected person.
Matsuo Jiro.
Jiang Xu saw the other person in the crowd at a glance, because the other person was still wearing the same leather jacket suit he had seen two days ago and had not changed.
"Matsuo-kun! Good evening."
Since Peng accidentally bumped into him, he was still on his way back. Jiang Xu walked over and said hello.
"Um?"
Hearing someone calling him, Matsuo turned around with a surprised look on his face: "Jiang Xujun!"
Jiang Xu looked up and down at Matsuo Jiro, whom he hadn't seen for a few days. His hair was a little fluffy and deformed, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he had just woken up.
Combined with the thick dark circles on his eyelids.
Jiang Xu had roughly figured it out and asked with a smile: "Matsuo-kun, are you ready to go to work? The night shift is really hard."
"ah?!"
When Jiang Xu suddenly asked, Matsuo still didn't react, and looked at Jiang Xu blankly, "Night shift? Are you talking about..."
In the middle of his words, he was suddenly startled, as if he had just woken up, shook his head violently, and then forced a smile at Jiang Xu.
"Ah, yes? I've recently been assigned to the night shift, which is indeed quite hard."
"I worked until early in the morning today. I couldn't bear it after get off work, so I found a hotel to sleep for the night."
Matsuo haha
"Oh." Jiang Xu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
He had no interest in inquiring into the other party's personal affairs. He just happened to meet him and was an acquaintance, so he came over to say hello.
"Where are you, Jiang Xujun? Did you go... to buy an umbrella?"
Matsuo Jiro also saw the bamboo sword in Jiang Xu's hand.
I don’t blame him for guessing wrong. The main reason is that the bamboo sword is a bit long to begin with, and it is enclosed in a black bag. It is inevitable that ordinary people would think of it as a long umbrella.
Jiang Xu raised the bamboo sword in his hand, thought for a while and said, "That's about right."
The umbrella can also be used as a sword, so it should be considered similar.
almost?
Matsuo was a little confused, could an umbrella be similar?
But he had no intention of asking further.
"Is Matsuo heading in this direction too? Since it's a coincidence, why not walk with him for a while?" Jiang Xu said with a smile.
"sure."
After we got away from the pedestrian street, the crowd slowly began to dwindle.
You may be walking on the same road and not see many people.
After walking for a while, I had a casual chat with Matsuo, and they talked about the Rose Cup two days ago.
Jiang Xu asked with a smile: "Matsuo-kun, you should still have your souvenir stick."
"Here, what's wrong?"
Matsuo took out the standing stick from the inner pocket of his clothes and asked with some confusion.
"This Ritsu stick can indeed increase one's luck. If you don't believe it, you can try it in a card game."
Jiang Xu smiled slightly.
"real or fake?"
Matsuo didn't believe it, but after thinking about it, Jiang Xu didn't seem to need to make such a joke with him.
Somewhat dubious.
Jiang Xu didn't answer and brought up another topic.
This was something that he vaguely felt was related to entering the root-building realm after talking to Kobayashi Yuan, the director of the Mahjong Club.
"Matsuo-kun, in fact, you have already mastered the basics of your card skills. What is lacking in entering the root-building realm is not your ability, but your philosophy."
"idea?"
"Yes. Your philosophy in the game is now your most critical element."
"You have to think about how you respond to a series of situations, such as a bad hand, a regular hand, a good hand, an opponent's side reveal, an opponent's Ritsu, etc., and whether you maintain your personal philosophy. Keep fighting with the philosophy that will never change.”
"Whether it is continuing to attack fearlessly or shrinking in defense, it is just an external manifestation. What really matters is your own philosophy."
"Of course, no matter what the concept is, playing poker is ultimately about winning, and your philosophy is also a way to better win."
"So, maybe in victory, you will naturally find your own philosophy. So, in some games, you might as well try this and the Ritsuba, it may have miraculous effects."
What Jiang Xu said is actually very simple. Just like when you play a game, you must be at a loss among the five positions at the beginning. You don't know whether you are suitable for jungle, mid laner, or ad.
But as you play and win and lose a lot, you will gradually know which position you are suitable for.
I started to focus on this position, and then I summarized my own style of play. No matter what the situation, as long as I can maintain this style of play, my winning rate will definitely not be too low.
The reason why Jiang Xu told Matsuo this was because the other party was indeed his guide in mahjong, and the other reason was that the other party really loved mahjong.
Matsuo nodded in understanding, recalling his own way of playing cards, it seemed that there was really no one that he could sum up and stick to.
Most of the time, you just look at the situation and then it changes. In rare cases, you guess it right, but in most cases, you will still regret it.
Just when Matsuo was thinking confusedly.
Jiang Xu frowned slightly, and suddenly looked back behind him and glanced everywhere.
But I only saw a few passers-by walking normally on both sides of the street, nothing unusual.
'Is it my imagination? '
Jiang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned every pedestrian on the road.
"What's wrong?"
Matsuo asked with some confusion.
Most of his thoughts were focused on what Jiang Xu just said.
"nothing?"
Jiang Xu observed for a while and found nothing unusual, then turned back and said with a smile: "I just made a mistake, I thought I met a classmate."
"oh oh."
Matsuo nodded, glanced forward, and then asked casually: "By the way, Jiang Xujun, how do you go at the intersection in front of you? Let me see if I'm still walking with you."
"Is that the intersection ahead?"
Jiang Xu looked up, then glanced back at Matsuo. Seeing his eyes flickering slightly, he suddenly smiled.
"I'm turning left in front of you."
"Yeah?"
Matsuo said calmly, with a regretful look on his face: "I'm going to move on. It seems we've reached a point, Jiang Xujun, I've remembered everything you said, thank you very much. Why don't we have a chance this weekend? Zhuang plays a few games!"
"Well, I will definitely do it next time." Jiang Xu smiled and nodded.
At the intersection, Jiang Xu held up his sword and waved to Matsuo.
About three minutes later, a man wearing sunglasses also appeared at the intersection.
He took off his sunglasses, took out his mobile phone, glanced at the direction Jiang Xu left, then looked down at the picture named Daxia Wushuang Dragon Bird on his mobile phone, and frowned slightly.
"People from Daxia?! It's a bit difficult to handle!"
A few minutes later, at an intersection further ahead, Jiang Xu's figure appeared and walked back.
"Funeral?"
Jiang Xu stood at the intersection with his sword in hand, watching Matsuo Jiro enter the door without any hesitation.
It's only nine o'clock now.
Since this family was doing some errands at home, all the neighbors who had nothing to do at night came to his house to play mahjong, which increased their popularity, diluted their sorrow, and made it seem very lively.
A few minutes later, the man who took off his sunglasses also walked in. Since he was following the scattered neighbors, there was nothing unusual about it.
At first, Jiang Xu only thought Matsuo was doing an ordinary night shift job.
When he felt that someone seemed to be following him, the thought that flashed through his mind was that Matsuo's local black country was being targeted.
As a result, after going round and round, Matsuo's ultimate goal turned out to be a white-collar banquet.
This made Jiang Xu feel a little dizzy.
Am I really thinking too much?
He remembered Sakurajima Yakuza from his previous life so much that he was famous around the world.
Could it be that Yakuza disappeared because the world changed?
Sakurajima in this world follows Daxia's policy and implements an extremely strict ban on firearms and other firearms.
Ordinary people, or ordinary Yakuza, will never see any trace of a gun.
If it was an ordinary hand-to-hand fight, Jiang Xu shook the newly acquired bamboo sword and felt that he would have no problem dealing with two or three ordinary Yakuzas who used knives at one time.
Although I don't understand why the other party has to travel so far away and even lie to participate in a white matter.
But since Matsuo is fine, that's fine.
Jiang Xu turned around and was about to leave.
Early the next morning.
Matsuo stood up from the card table with another bloodshot look and was about to leave.
Suddenly, his opponent also stood up and stopped him.
"Friend, I see that when you play cards, you always like to use your own Ritsu stick. Is it some kind of lucky thing? To be honest, I like to collect these things. Can you please give it to me?"
Matsuo frowned at him and said coldly: "Sorry, I won't sell it."
He tried it in the poker game at night. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but his luck actually improved a lot.
Today's harvest is four thousand happy beans.
For a moment, he was so satisfied that he was stimulated by his continuous victories. Matsuo Jiro felt that his poker skills were becoming more and more sophisticated, and he could even hit the ground-building realm called the professional threshold.
After winning a lot at a banquet mahjong, the person playing cards at the same table did not care at all although he lost the Happy Bean. Instead, he lit a cigarette and said to Matsuo Jiro.
"Matsuo-kun, it's incredible that someone with your poker skills is willing to mediocrity every day. I know a very well-behaved place where the games are not big but not too small, but there is no one like you who is a master. I think you can, if you go.”
The other party didn't say anything else, he just made a universal gesture of collecting Happy Beans with his thumb, index and ring fingers rubbing against each other.
Matsuo Jiro was instantly moved.
