Wang Xiaole hopes to live a happier life and does not want to add unnecessary burden to his mind during such lazy times.

To this end, he spent some time explaining several key issues:

1. Why is 2 bigger than A in playing cards, while A is bigger than the rest of the numbers.

"Curyl, if we consider your being alone as '1'---that is, 'A', and understand the numbers 3 to 9 as the people accompanying you, which situation do you think is better?"

"Why would I need someone to accompany me? It's nice to be alone."

"Well...”

Wang Xiaole reached out his right hand towards Lucia.

The dishonest girl was trying to peek at other people's cards, but when she was suddenly pointed at, she almost ruined her own cards.

Naturally, Wang Xiaole didn't notice the girl's foul play, he just pointed it out to make the girl understand more intuitively.

"Curyl, if you had to choose: do you prefer being alone or spending a 'private time' with Xiyi..."

"Being alone is the most boring, I want to be with you, senior."

Curyl's twinkling eyes changed their original intent.

After swatting away the heart-shaped symbol flying towards Lucia with his hand, Wang Xiaole cleared his throat slightly to show seriousness and asked in response:

"Sum up the metaphor we just made, Curyl, what inspiration did you get?"

"It's better to be with you, senior, than being alone, and it's better to be alone than to compromise with others; that is, 2 is bigger than A, and A is bigger than the rest of the numbers."

"Congratulations, you got it right!"

See, doesn't that make sense?

Wang Xiaole felt proud of his cleverness.

Next, he explained the second question:

Triple Wang, Big Bomb (four cards of the same value), Small Bomb (three cards of the same value), Pair (two cards of the same value);

How to understand the size relationship between these four types of cards?

Don't expect serious answers, Wang Xiaole continued to talk nonsense:

"Curyl, try to understand 'Wang' as 'your love for Xiyi', and 'same cards' as 'combo'; then imagine this scenario."

With the guidance of his words, Wang Xiaole asked the girl to close her eyes and imagine such a scene:

Under the sunny and breezy weather, she walks alone on the street. When she reaches a fork in the road, she sees:

In the left direction, her admired senior is walking gracefully;

In the right direction, a creepy man quickly approaches her (the girl insists on imagining this person as Wang Xiaole).

"Considering this situation, what would be the first thing you prioritize? Hint..."

"Run towards the senior and give her my love doubly; if there's time, I will use 'four combos', 'three combos', and 'double combos' to send you flying."

"Congratulations, you're now good at answering! And also... I care a lot about how I got involved with the creepy man?"

The final question:

Why can't three 2s take the bigger Wang out?

Without anyone stopping him, Wang Xiaole went further down the road of nonsense:

"Imagine on Xiyi's birthday, you prepared a 'big surprise' and a 'super big surprise'; regardless of which surprise you give, you cannot give them together."

"Yes, otherwise one of the surprises would be wasted. This metaphor also applies to conflicting situations, like my senior's birthday conflicting with our wedding anniversary."

"Congratulations on answering two questions!"

Just as Wang Xiaole finished speaking, Lucia behind him gently tugged at his sleeve with mixed emotions.

"Darling, please stop reminding her. The more you do, the more scared I become."

As Curyl's understanding of card games deepened, Lucia's tremors increased gradually. Finally, when the girl's cautiousness reached an unprecedented level, she reached the level of a beginner.

"The previous daydreaming scenes have given me increased vitality... I feel like I have been reborn! Come, my archenemy, let's have a fair showdown."

Curyl's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. Her subsequent actions can be described in seven words:

Her moves were as swift as a tiger!

"Three."

"Three fives."

"Four eights."

One after another, the sweet shouts resounded, as if Curyl was venting her own righteous spirit. Every move, every card played, it felt like she was holding the world in her hands, showcasing her femininity with every movement.

"Wang bombs! Done, you lose."

However, with one play from Wang Xiaole, the previously passionate atmosphere dissipated, and the atmosphere at the scene quickly became gloomy.

Three ordinary and unadorned words caused the smile on the girl's face to "explode." The "gunpowder" that rose from the depths of her heart completely detonated, leaving only a pitiful expression on her small face.

"I... I lost? I lost to the 'land pig'?"

"Yes."

Wang Xiaole wasn't being malicious. He used two simple words to inform the girl of the cruel result, trying his best to avoid causing "secondary harm".

The rosy color on Curyl's face gradually faded, and a part of her cheek took on the color of granite. While she appeared to have given up on the surface, deep inside her heart she felt a sense of despair, as if she had fallen from the sky to the bottom of a valley.

"I lost. I couldn't defeat the 'land pig,' and instead, I was defeated by the 'land pig'..."

Not pretending, when Curyl learned of her defeat, she was truly sobbing. Her small fists were raised to cover her face, and her raised index fingers wiped away the tears flowing from her eyes.

"Huh, why do I feel like I've done something unforgivable?"

While Wang Xiaole was puzzled, the cold gaze from Sister Glasses next to him pierced him like ice skates.

"Miss Wang, I wanted to support you, but this time, you were indeed in the wrong."

"Hold on a minute! I was just playing cards for a while, I didn't do anything excessive."

"But you made a girl cry!"

Just based on this accusation from Sister Glasses, Wang Xiaole couldn't deny it no matter what. In the midst of Wang Xiaole's judgment, Lucia spoke up in support:

"Darling, it's okay. I've always been on your side!"

"Sylvia..."

How does that saying go again?

A friend in need is a friend indeed!

Wang Xiaole thought to himself, Sylvia truly lives up to being my roommate under the same roof. She's reliable in crucial moments.

Under the fluctuation of emotions, Wang Xiaole even had the impulse to disregard the opinions of those around him and hug the girl right then and there.

But the following support dispelled his thoughts:

"Even if my dear offends the girl and is despised by stubborn individuals, as a virtuous wife (self-proclaimed), I will never look down on you..."

Could this really be considered comforting?

When Wang Xiaole couldn't understand this, the judgment was formally announced.

Although Sister Glasses was just a referee, she transformed into a moral judge at the last moment and decisively delivered the final judgment:

"Miss Wang, you are guilty in this matter; fortunately, it can still be remedied, and you should know what to do next."

Following Sister Glasses' implied gaze, Wang Xiaole gradually looked in the diagonal direction, and saw a weeping little girl.

Although she was a demon and sometimes had an arrogant attitude, gender was an undeniable fact.

Considering that the other party was a girl, Wang Xiaole thought he would advise her, after all, they were connected in some way.

A few minutes passed.

During this period, he used a lot of saliva to explain Curyl's inability to play well as a result of uncontrollable factors.

Blinding light, UV radiation, and feng shui problems—there was nothing that Wang Xiaole hadn't thought of but didn't dare to say.

After Wang Xiaole shouldered the blame for a round, Curyl finally stopped crying and raised her head reluctantly.

Seeing that her mood had improved, Wang Xiaole decided to discard the previous rule of "one round determines victory or defeat."

They could just treat it as if both of them had amnesia, as if they hadn't just finished a battle.

The next moment, the battle resumed.

"Watch closely, this time I will definitely win!"

A flag was raised, soaring to the sky.

Before any bad premonitions came to mind, Wang Xiaole no longer needed to worry.

Because the outcome was already decided—once again!

Before playing the final card, Wang Xiaole had considered pretending to be confused and intentionally keeping the cards in his hand until the opponent played all their cards.

Unfortunately, Curyl, after the previous defeat, became more concerned about details.

When Wang Xiaole announced that he couldn't play any cards, this girl actually stood up from the ground and prepared to sneak a look at his cards from behind.

Could Wang Xiaole let her succeed?

Definitely not!

So he ran on the stage, and Curyl chased after him relentlessly, finally catching up after a few laps.

The scene at that time was like this:

Wang Xiaole, being tackled, leaned against the ground, raising his hands high above his head, holding the cards;

His face was filled with a tragic expression, his body struggling with all its might, even the pair of suppressed fair legs kept swinging.

"Villains are created through comparison."

Now, Curyl pressed her entire body on top of Wang Xiaole, clasping his legs, continuously rubbing against the body beneath her.

During this process, the following dialogue took place:

"Don't, NO, Yamitcho!"

"Don't resist, just do as I say."

The impact of this scene was not good; many people in the audience voluntarily averted their gaze and looked up at the sky.

When the entwined bodies reached their climax, Wang Xiaole's last possession, which he intended to protect until the end, was mercilessly taken away...

Curyl picked up the cards and carefully examined them, realizing that her opponent was intentionally pretending to be weak.

Although the girl was unwilling to admit it, in fact, she had just suffered her second defeat.

"I can't believe I've lost to the same person twice in a row? No, we'll play another round!" Curyl declared.

This time, Curyl didn't raise her flag, but Wang Xiaole was afraid, to be precise, afraid of winning.

While regretting playing against the other party, he pondered a plan seriously in his mind.

This plan was easy to implement.

As the third round began, Wang Xiaole took the cards handed to him by Curyl and exaggeratedly fell to the ground.