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"Chicken with one dot, one and two bamboos, if you don't discard, you'll suffer!"
Yang Ge stood behind Zhao Miao with his arms crossed, full of confidence, his tone certain, spouting rhymes as if he were the god of mahjong reincarnated.
Zhao Miao, looking perplexed, cleared his own hand, glanced at the revealed tiles on the table, hesitantly picked up the chicken with one dot, and said in a weak, small voice, "One dot chicken!"
Xiao Baoqi, the hooligan, and the flea all looked at Zhao Miao with innocent faces.
Seeing their expressions, Zhao Miao felt a "thump" in his heart.
And sure enough.
Xiao Baoqi casually pushed out his hand, "Won, seven pairs!"
The hooligan also pushed out his tiles with a flourish, "Won, a clean suit with a single wait on the one-dot chicken!"
Zhao Miao couldn't believe it as he slowly turned to the flea, who sheepishly pushed his hand forward, "Don't look at me, I've just got a fart win, a fart win… with a side wait on the one-dot chicken."
