Concentrate a bit

  He withdrew his gaze, as if deliberately suppressing something, trying his best to remain calm, but his voice sounded unusually dull.

  "Does she... like... me?"

  Several men looked at each other in dismay, their eyes filled with incredulous expressions.

  Qian Cheng suppressed his voice and asked: "Don't you think so?"

  Lu Yiheng raised his eyes to look at him, with pitch-black eyes that seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog.

  "You've known her for less than thirty minutes, which eye did you see it with?"

  "Luoyang lost his smile. 'Fellow student Lu, can you use the same gaze you use to examine plaintiffs and defendants in court to scrutinize your goddess?'"

  "Although I knew you were a love idiot, I didn't expect you to be so idiotic," Zhang He shook his head, with an expression that said "you're beyond salvation".

  Chen Hao looked at Lu Yiheng and sighed, "How did you become a lawyer? Did you bribe the examiner? Please don't give up your old profession, OK?"

  Perhaps they have become more and more unscrupulous, Nie Zhiyan threw over a strange glance, and asked in confusion: "Is there something wrong?"

  Chen Yan smiled and said: "That's enough, it's none of your business, mind your own affairs."

  "Oh," Miss Jie turned a deaf ear.

  Zhang Mei laughed beautifully, "Lu Yiheng, your mahjong skills are really not that great!"

  They were having a big game, Nie Zhiyan had already lost several hundred, and didn't seem to care. Lu Yiheng furrowed his brow, got up and walked over, pulling a chair to sit down beside her.

  They all rarely relaxed and soon played happily again.

  Lu Yiheng asked in a low voice: "How much did you lose?"

  Miss Nie made a "nine" gesture, it's been too long since she played mahjong, her hand was stiff.

  "Haven't had fun since returning home?"

  Nie classmate nodded seriously.

  She played the card, and Lu Yiheng changed the 50,000 she had originally prepared to 80,000, teaching her: "The first one on the table doesn't have it, others may be bluffing, you need to calculate, how could you forget everything after being abroad for six years?"

  "Oh," Niece replied obediently, but Lu Yiheng's breath was too close, and she couldn't concentrate.

  He tapped her forehead and chuckled, "Focus a bit, what's on your mind?"

  "Oh."

  Several women exchanged glances, shocked, ***, disbelieving, one by one.

  "Change one, that one will explode."

  Miss Nie quietly changed into another one, and began to secretly calculate in her heart.

  "Right, play like this, seven pairs."

  "Think about what cards others might want and play yours accordingly, avoiding strong cards when you can."

  “……”

  After a few times, he asked: "Got it?"

  She nodded and Lu Yiheng stopped making a sound, letting her take over.

  After the first round, Nie Zhen's words did not win, but also did not lose.

  The second round, Nie Zhenyang won a small victory, Xiao Nan scored a goal.

  The third round, Nie Zhen formed a dragon seven pairs.

  Fourth stick, big pair, self-draw.

  The fifth move, all in one color.

  All the way to win money rhythm!

  Lu Yiheng smiled contentedly.

  Apart from Nies speech, everyone else was shocked. In five years of university, who has ever seen Lu Yiheng smile? Who?

  They had seen him decadent, they had seen him self-destructive, they had seen him buried in his studies, but they had never seen him speak softly and smile.

  This man has always been lonely, quiet and stern, when did he become able to smile so gently?

  Is this still Lu Yiheng?

  Nie Zhiyan suddenly spoke up, "Excuse me", then turned around and whispered to Lu Yiheng beside him, "What were you guys just talking about? I keep feeling like they're staring at me nonstop. Is it my imagination?"