Chapter 635: The Uncrowned King at the Mahjong Table! Have You Started Cultivating?

I can't.

If you can't, I'll teach you; this thing is very simple, like a simple math problem.

Not interested.

Three players short one, hey, don't be such a killjoy, okay?

Someone's covering dinner tonight; what's the bet?

You set it as you like.

Then be responsible for cleaning my bathroom's toilet brush; it hasn't been cleaned much lately and seems dirty.

Luo Shuangshuang, upon hearing that, immediately got a Scent Perception of a conspiracy.

She strongly suspects Su Yang is feigning weakness to lower her guard.

After all, this guy is extremely scheming, the kind who devours people without spitting out bones!

Fine, the loser cleans the winner's restroom and must ensure it's spotless! Luo Shuangshuang said resolutely.

Su Yang gave a slight smile, rose and walked to Xi Jun's former seat, "Alright, then."

Luo Shuangshuang watched him sit down with a wary expression, then explained the basic rules to Su Yang, including how Winning Hand, Pung and Kong differ, and so on.

A few minutes later, Su Yang, on his first try, slowly cleared the tile sequence.

Boss, hurry up; the way you're playing makes the three of us die of anxiety. Ximen Zhirou urged.

Why rush? When you're just starting, you need to look more carefully. Su Yang played an East Wind Tile.

Pung!

Luo Shuangshuang, with lightning speed, played a tile and also drew the East Wind Tile back.

The whole motion flowed like drifting clouds, extremely smooth.

It had a hint of aristocratic bearing.

The next player Jiang Chengyu drew and discarded, and when it was Su Yang's turn he played a Fortune Tile.

Pung!

Luo Shuangshuang repeated the trick, pung again.

Jiang Chengyu's expression remained unchanged, drawing and playing tiles at an unhurried pace.

Su Yang, just after discarding the bonus tile, played a Nine Bamboo Tile.

Pung! Luo Shuangshuang said expressionlessly.

No, are you even letting anyone draw tiles? I've been skipped three times. Ximen Zhirou complained bitterly.

Sorry about that, who told Su Yang to hit my sweet spot every time? Luo Shuangshuang said with a smile at the corner of her mouth.

You three have already decided, making me seem unnecessary. Ximen Zhirou said gloomily.

So you think Su Yang is to blame for not letting you draw tiles? Luo Shuangshuang said with a smile.

That's not the case; cut the sowing of discord.

At this moment, Su Yang carefully examined the tiles, slowly spread them out, "I think I have a Winning Hand."

Hm?

The three of them all stood up and leaned in to inspect.

Ximen Zhirou's eyes widened, "Is it really?!"

Newbie Protection Period? Just started and Self-Draw already? Jiang Chengyu was startled.

No way, that fast? Luo Shuangshuang furrowed her brows.

Sorry everyone, seems my luck is a bit good. Su Yang gave a slight smile.

Luo Shuangshuang's suspicion deepened; her sixth sense told her the matter wasn't that simple.

Again!

Let's go.

The second round began, Su Yang remained as sluggish as always, muttering something now and then.

However, after a short while, he actually pushed the tiles down directly...

Another Winning Hand!

Really? Jiang Chengyu was astonished.

I yield to you all. Su Yang said lightly.

Again! Luo Shuangshuang's stubbornness rose.

Third round, Su Yang won.

Again! Luo Shuangshuang gritted her teeth and spoke.

Fourth round, Su Yang still won.

Ah ah ah! Again!

Fifth round, Su Yang again won.

Sixth round, seventh round...

Half an hour flew by; after muttering some more, Su Yang slowly pushed the tiles, "Sorry, I Self-Drawn again."

Luo Shuangshuang was completely exhausted, her arms drooping helplessly, feeling lifeless.

Jiang Chengyu, standing nearby, had a strange expression; he suddenly stood and walked toward Su Yang, meticulously checking the drawer where he kept his chips, yet found no clue.

That makes no sense...

Ximen Zhirou was extremely frustrated; he discovered that the player sitting after Su Yang hadn't drawn tiles even a few times in half an hour.

It seemed coincidental, but each time Su Yang played a tile, it precisely hit Jiang Chengyu's or Luo Shuangshuang's Pung.

It made him look less like a player and more like a spectator.

Or perhaps…

A pure participant?

Without him, this game couldn't proceed normally.

"I'm done, I'm done, really boring," Luo Shuangshuang let out a dissatisfied hum.

"Only half an hour into the game, just after you warmed up, you already surrendered?" Su Yang said with a half‑smile.

Luo Shuangshuang puckered her mouth high, "I admit the gamble and its loss; I can afford to lose!"

"Fine, tonight I want to see a sparkling clean toilet; if there's any speck of dirt I'll call you for after‑sales service," Su Yang said with a smile.

"Hmph!"

At that moment, Xi Jun happened to come down the stairs, saw Luo Shuangshuang looking dejected, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Lost, so I have to clean someone else's toilet," Jiang Chengyu said with a teasing laugh.

"Oh?" Xi Jun perked up instantly, teasing, "No way, our Mahjong God Miss Luo, invincible in battle, fell so quickly?"

"Stop the sarcastic remarks; you can't ditch the cola chicken wings and sweet‑and‑sour ribs tonight!" Luo Shuangshuang glared at him.

"Just a trifle, but you, remember to scrub the toilet clean; tonight I'll inspect it as well!" Xi Jun chuckled.

The previously dejected mood vanished, replaced by ecstatic joy.

Nothing is more exhilarating than seeing an opponent at the card table get humbled.

"Not playing anymore?" Su Yang asked.

"Not playing anymore!"

"Alright, next time you play remember to call me; as for the stakes… you can raise them," Su Yang said with a smile.

Luo Shuangshuang muttered two bitter words to herself.

"Since it's over, I should attend to my business," Su Yang stood up and spoke.

Jiang Chengyu, hearing the words, felt a stir and asked, "Boss, are you planning to drop by the neighbor's house?"

He vaguely recalled Su Yang's expressed intention from a few days earlier.

"It's been a long time since I've contacted the neighbors; relationships need frequent meetings to stay fresh," Su Yang said.

Soon after, Su Yang knocked on the main door.

"Dong dong!"

Soon, that freckled boy opened the door and ushered Su Yang inside.

"Mr. Su is looking for our Big Sister?"

"Yes, where is she?"

"She has been waiting in the Reception Hall on the first floor for a long time."

"Hm?" Su Yang raised an eyebrow and immediately followed.

Entering the hall, he found Huang Hua and Yin Yun already steeped tea, and had placed an extra cup on an empty seat.

The scalding tea steamed, releasing a rich tea aroma that filled the nose.

"Come in… have a seat," Huang Hua gestured.

Yin Yun smiled faintly and nodded toward him.

Su Yang sat down and noticed Huang Hua's recent attire was rather odd.

In the sweltering heat, everyone else wore tank tops and shorts, yet he was dressed in a blue robe.

His hair was tied up, with a wooden stick used as a hair knot.

It actually looked like…

a Taoist priest from a movie.

Given the scene, Su Yang couldn't help but ask, "Brother Huang, how elegant—have you been cultivating lately?"

"No need for small talk, Mr. Su, just state your purpose directly," Huang Hua said.

"You know why I'm here?" Su Yang asked.

"Nine times out of ten, you're arriving later than I expected," Huang Hua poured himself a cup of hot tea and said at a leisurely pace.

"Then I'll get straight to the point; I have only one purpose today!"

Su Yang extended a finger and said, "Golden Throne!"

"I want to know everything about it!"