After a few seconds, there were several skilled card poppers on the bed, each of them enjoying the act. This simple trick could be easily learned by anyone. Sometimes, things seemed simple enough, only a layer of yet-to-be-pierced window paper away...
Shirley slapped my shoulder enthusiastically and said, "Jim! From now on, you're playing with us! How about it?"
"I'm in!"
I agreed immediately without thinking, feeling a bit strange about it. Monica beside me looked like a priest, as if we were at a wedding...
The atmosphere got a little weird. Shirley shot me a sharp look and I quickly changed the subject, saying, "Do you all want to see one-handed card throwing? It's even cooler!"
All the girls readily agreed. I rubbed my hands together sneakily, feeling pretty pleased.
After transferring schools, I had finally found my crowd. Playing with these girls from now on wouldn't be bad at all. As the saying goes, seize the opportunity when it's available!
I shuffled the deck again and started throwing cards out one by one with a single hand. The movements were as cool as they could be, and all the girls were wide-eyed...
One hand held the deck while the other hand swiftly sent cards flying out, just like slicing tofu. The motion was identical to how a dealer dealt cards in the movies.
However, my movements were slow. I could only send out one card at a time, with an interval of more than a second. My uncle could flick cards out rapidly, the speed so fast it was impossible to see. But even with this small trick of mine, it was enough to stun the four girls into a daze.
I was very satisfied with the expressions on their faces. I felt instantly much cooler. When I learned these techniques from my uncle, I had never thought I'd experience such a proud moment. To learn something and actually use it, my future endeavors in flirting and impressing girls would depend on these hands!
The card-throwing technique was also very simple, something that could be learned in a second. Whether it was an entry-level technique or an advanced one mastered with practice, my uncle said they all served one purpose: to deceive the human eye.
With my slow movements, I would be mocked by my uncle as having "Turtle Hands." It was as if my movements were as slow as a turtle's. Such a comparison could deceive a three-year-old, but now I could easily deceive them.
"Jim, you're amazing! Quickly tell us how to do it, I want to learn!"
"I want to learn too, tell us!"
The group of girls were excited, pulling at me. If I didn't teach them soon, they might eat me alive! The sensation of being adored by a group of beautiful girls was indescribably awesome!
I cleared my throat mysteriously and said slowly, "It's quite simple, something you can learn in a second. Watch carefully."
Picking up a deck of cards, I supported it with my left hand. My right hand drew a card and concealed it underneath, then in one swift motion, I sent my hand outward, but it was the card from my right hand that was thrown, not the one held by my left. As my right hand retracted, I drew another card, and repeated the process...
Essentially, I was throwing cards with my right hand, but I intentionally passed it over the card in my left hand, making it appear as if the card was flying out from the deck. If done quickly enough, others wouldn't notice the trick. It didn't have any practical purpose; it was just a flashy way to deal cards.
"Oh, so that's how it is! I had no idea until you explained."
"Right, how do you have so many skills? Are you an apprentice to the Gambling God?"
I coughed twice and said apologetically, "I learned this from the internet. Practice quickly."
After a few minutes of practice, there were a few more cold-faced beauties on the bed, performing the card-throwing motion in a polished manner. If they were dressed in sexy black lace outfits, it would be perfect!
But without several days of practice, the effect would surely be lacking a bit. The continuity wasn't strong enough. However, it didn't affect my rapidly increasing popularity in their eyes!
They played joyfully all night long. Finally, I could let out a sigh of relief. It was already 4:30 in the morning. I had no idea where they got so much energy from.
"Don't you need to rest? You have classes tomorrow." I asked earnestly, even though I wasn't the best student, I had to show some effort in front of the girls.
"Tomorrow's a weekend, no classes. You... if you're tired, just go to sleep." Shirley pointed to a corner of the bed. How things changed so quickly! Just a moment ago, she must have been thinking of calling me an idiot. Haha!
I shifted to the corner of the bed and lay down. Monica frowned but didn't say anything. The other girls were having so much fun that they completely ignored me.
I lay on the bed, feeling content. I was actually quite thankful to my uncle. Learning sleight of hand didn't necessarily have to be for gambling. Becoming a magician wouldn't be a bad idea.
If I could wear a dashing black suit, stand on a magnificent stage, and perform magic tricks in front of a captivated audience, receiving their applause and cheers, who knew, they might even shout my name...
I could almost hear the crowd cheering my name, and it felt like enthusiastic female fans were rushing towards me for a hug. In a daze, surrounded by their fragrances, I fell asleep...
I didn't know how long I had slept, but in my dream, I felt like someone was squeezing me, and there was something pressing down on me. Soft and fragrant, it made it hard for me to breathe...
In a half-asleep state, I sensed someone grabbing me. When I opened my eyes, I was startled. I had been sleeping in a corner of the bed, but somehow ended up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by girls on all sides!
They were sprawled in various positions on the bed, quite a chaotic scene. My heart leaped into my throat because I felt like I was lying in the middle of a flower bed, being treated like a king, but it was also like I had just survived a battlefield...