I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Chapter 210: Love-brained people are not allowed to sit at the mahjong table

"What are you doing?" Uncle Li picked up the Oriental leaf closest to him and pouted unhappily, "Let's switch seats. I don't want to sit by the window. I don't feel safe."

"No!" Old Fu reacted strongly. He was sitting on Uncle Li's left, and the one next to him was Uncle Liao, who was sitting near the door.

"If you lean against the window, you will lose all your energy. If you lean against the door, you will lose your soul." Old Fu muttered to himself with his head down while rummaging in his bag.

"What's wrong with you today? You seem weird." Even the slow-witted Uncle Liao noticed that Old Fu was a little abnormal today.

Although he was usually a flashy person, wearing formal suits and ties every day, he had never been fully armed with jewelry like he was today, with gold rings, a big gold necklace, a big gold watch, and his whole body was golden.

"Why are you wearing gold and silver?" Uncle Li looked at the rings of different colors on each of his hands and thought he was showing off his wealth.

"You don't understand, wearing gold and silver, making money and winning."

"Is there plumbing on this floor? I'm going to wash my hands."

Old Fu took his hand out of his bag, clenched his fist, and went out stealthily.

"Is Old Fu... okay?" Uncle Liao asked hesitantly.

"He has something to do. He is crazy about winning the mahjong game." Uncle Li confirmed.

Although Old Fu was trying to hide it, Uncle Li still saw it clearly. He poured salt from his bag and held it in his hand.

"Wash your hands with salt to get rid of bad luck, and get rid of bad luck to bring good luck." Uncle Li explained, and seeing Uncle Liao's confused expression, he added: "It's fake, don't believe it."

Uncle Li comforted Uncle Liao: "He offered you soda water, so just drink it. It's not a loss anyway."

"You make sense. My skills are not good enough and I can't win no matter how hard I try." Uncle Liao suddenly realized.

"That's right." Uncle Li was very pleased. As for himself, he had other plans: "If you want to win every time, you must keep cheating."

"When will Mr. Chang arrive?" Mr. Fu pushed the door open after finishing his shower. He touched the two big gold chains around his neck and it was obvious that he was eager to win the game.

"He can't make it. He and Lao Zhou asked Teacher Lu to stay and sing, so they asked me to take his place."

Uncle Jia entered the room in what he thought was a cool pose, leaning against the door and pretending to be deep: "My lover ignores me, so I can only divert his attention by playing mahjong. You know I am not interested in this."

Old Fu almost rolled his eyes and said, "Do you know how to play mahjong?"

"No." Uncle Jia answered very straightforwardly.

"Then what are you doing here? Let me make it clear, you can't hit me after playing mahjong." Old Fu was really afraid of Uncle Jia.

Uncle Liao was tanned and Uncle Jia had a gloomy face.

He had made all the necessary preparations today, determined to win, but he didn't expect to encounter an emotionally unstable "bomb" who was a complete novice at playing mahjong.

As the "Evergreen Mahjong No. 1 Recommended Ambassador", Lao Fu swallowed hard and said, "Sit down. We are short of one. Anyone can do. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it. I will teach you."

Lao Fu pushed Terensu in front of Uncle Jia and said enthusiastically, "Drink it quickly, it's for you."

Uncle Liao leaned close to Uncle Li's ear and asked in all seriousness, "What do these bottles of drinks mean?"

"What are you talking about?" Uncle Li shook the Oriental Leaf in front of him: "This is called the Oriental 'Shu' Leaf."

"You're losing the game." Uncle Li threw the bottle of soda water into Uncle Liao's arms.

"Lao Jia's is Tren's 'lose'."

"His own bottle is the 'win' Yang Express."

Uncle Liao suddenly realized: "So it depends on metaphysics."

"Keep your voices down, I can hear you." Old Fu pouted and said, "I like to flatter myself."

After he said that, he touched the rice wrapped in a red envelope in his pocket.

Pack rice in red envelopes to bring wealth and luck.

In order to win, Lao Fu took all the luck bonuses and put them on himself.

After looking at the card he had just drawn, his brows were furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly. "Old Jia, it's your turn. Did you understand the rules I just told you?"

"I understand. I don't believe there is anything in this world that is more difficult to understand than love."

Uncle Jia, who was in a daze, closed his eyes, touched a card, and sighed deeply: "Why don't you tell me why she doesn't understand me."

"To be honest, we don't really understand you either." Uncle Liao said worriedly.

Uncle Li interrupted him quickly, saying that Old Jia was in no state to listen to anything at all, so he might as well just play mahjong honestly.

Uncle Jia kept on talking about his love for Aunt Cui while drinking Trenso like crazy, as if he wanted to drown his sorrows with milk.

Old Fu laughed so hard, "The more I lose, the more I drink. The more I drink, the more I lose. I will definitely win this time."

Before he had finished laughing, Uncle Jia pushed his cards and shouted, "Win!"

Old Fu's eyes widened in disbelief. He wanted to get closer to Uncle Jia's cards to see how he won.

"How did you win..." Old Fu angrily read out the cards that Uncle Jia had called for: "One, three, one, four, five, two, zero?"

"What card are you playing? The emotional card?" Uncle Li laughed so hard that he was out of breath.

Those who knew how to play mahjong and those who didn’t were all silent.

Old Fu was so angry that he smiled evilly: "You are not allowed to sit at the mahjong table if you are in love."

"Why not? If I say yes, it's yes." Uncle Jia argued, "How perfect, just like the first time I met her, everything went smoothly."

"You all don't understand me. There is a lot of meaning behind this. I can lose money and die, but romance will never die."

"Wait a minute, I think I really won." Uncle Liao, who had been silent all this time, drank soda water, sat in the seat at the door that Old Fu disliked, and became the ultimate winner.

Uncle Li, who was trying to cheat, had the intention but not the courage to do so, so he hasn't carried out his plan yet.

Old Fu, who had made thorough preparations, worked hard to the end but ended up with nothing.

At the table, three people were playing cards in silence, leaving only one winner, Uncle Liao, who didn't even know how powerful his cards were.

Old Fu felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. He gulped down a gulp of Nutri-Express and shouted, "This round doesn't count. Let's play another round."

……

Three people, each with their own thoughts, and a confused Uncle Liao, started a new game of mahjong in the room with the curtains drawn.

It's getting a little dark outside.

A burst of singing was heard from the school where most people had left.