The luck of newcomers on the table is basically not too bad, especially You Mo's betting method without hesitation at all. After a dozen or so, the chips in front of him were already quite a bit more. The surrounding gamblers became more and more interested and gathered at this table.

Frequent casino go-getters, no one can always be patient with petty gadgets, and the bigger the stakes, the more people and eyes will be involved. A few of the guys who gathered were already sitting down to place bets, and there were several who were standing on the sidelines and a few who were eager to try their hand at it.

After receiving another 200 marks in the tip, Mialella completely forgot about the soft nail before, and under the gaze of everyone, it seemed that she was already a king, and stuck to him.

Kuka, on the other hand, had mediocre luck and began to bet up and down, apparently trying to find a way to avoid risk.

Gambling * Bo is like this, luck does exist, but it is hard to find. You can be grateful, worship, or ignore it when you are there. But when you're really away, it's useless to beg for mercy.

More than twenty minutes passed, and the chips in front of the two had already dropped. There were already more than 30,000 marks on the table in front of Youmo, and Kuka had lost more than 10,000, and there were probably less than 20,000 in front of him.

"Looks like I've run away with your luck."

Kuka was concentrating on blowing cards, and was slightly stunned when he heard this, and when he turned his head, he already had a smiling face, "How can there be, I still win by personal luck!" ”

"It's okay, I'm going to hurry." You Mo turned his head to stop looking at him, grabbed his hand, and threw three big chips into the betting area in front of him.

“3000？”

The guys around took a breath of cold air.

The dealer also looked carefully at the total number of chips on the table, and reminded with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, sir." The total bet at this table is DM 5,000 per hand, and you can swap one of the big chips for 5 small chips for a single bet of 2,500. ”

"Foreigners are really real." Lu Wei squeezed through the crowd and sat next to You Mo.

"yes, no wonder this line of work has been going on for a long time."

You Mo didn't object, and reached out to change the chips. He grimaced at Mia Leila beside her.

"It's so strange what you're discussing, are the Orientals so mysterious?" Miarela opened her mouth, her little tongue running around her upper lip, winking at him.

"You're lucky!" Lu Wei looked at the battle situation, turned around and looked at the quality of the woman, and continued to sigh: "The peach blossom luck is also good, it seems that the bad luck some time ago has come to an end." ”

"yes, I feel the same way." Yumo ignored Mialeila's teasing and flipped the two cards of poker in his hand. Immediately caused a miserable howl.

"Wow!" Mia Leila was a little discouraged, and after seeing the two 4 points in front of him, she couldn't help but hold his shoulder and kiss him heavily on the face.

Yumo stuffed a 100 mark in the groove of her chest, and glanced around by the way.

The middle-aged fat man on the opposite side had a solemn face, waved his hand to reject the guy next to him, and threw a chip of 1000 in the betting area.

Kuka was obviously a little lacking in confidence, and sighed hesitantly. Waived the betting power of this hand. As soon as he looked up, he noticed the gaze that was looking at him. So he grinned bitterly at Youmo.

After Yu Mo confirmed that he was looking at him, his body owed, and he narrowed the distance between the two before slowly speaking.

"It's not like you're sitting on the sidelines and watching people celebrate goals on the pitch?"

Yu Mo's words. It was said lightly, not clearly heard by the guys who were concerned about the bet amount next to him, but it accurately burrowed into Kuka's head, circling back and forth.

Before the last fight, he had already received a warning from Rehhagel. As a result, because of luck, he sneaked out to play a few times, and was abandoned for two consecutive games, and he couldn't be sure if his whereabouts were leaked.

You Mo and Lu Wei appeared here, playing in a grand manner, and he had been a little uneasy in his heart.

He has grown old, and if they had sunk because of him, would they not have sinned too much?

Seeing that they were having fun, he hid his thoughts, preparing to find an opportunity to advise them when he returned.

After You Mo said this, he only felt that there was nowhere to put his face!

I'm actually worried about these two guys?!

A guy with a more mature mind than himself may follow his own old path?

They're here to embarrass themselves! Pretend to be kind enough to persuade yourself!

Could it be that they told the boss a secret?

Wait a minute!

I have been ignored by the boss, and they appear here at such a time, is it just to see their own jokes?

What grievances do they have against themselves, is it necessary to fall into the well like this?

If not, is it really here to persuade yourself?

The sentence just now really went to the bottom of my heart.

When you're lucky, when you win money and win a good ride, it's exactly the same as when you're on the pitch!

In the pursuit, screaming, fame and fortune, he makes a chic debut, no matter how he indulges himself, he will not be left out in the cold, and no one cares.

What about when you're unlucky?

In the eyes of sympathy, ridicule, and even insult, he silently looked at his dwindling chips, thinking about how to turn the book.

What were you thinking when you were sitting on the bench?

When there are fewer and fewer things that can be used as chips on yourself, you still expect a miracle to happen, and you can score a goal when you go up?

What's the difference between that and a gambler who is desperate to make a comeback?

What do competitive athletes who don't have the usual accumulation do to maintain their performance?

The state of good and bad, the physical fitness of less than 60 minutes, which head coach dares to pay attention to such a guy?

Really, it's time to stop

Kukaleng pondered for a while, and when he reacted, the gambling game on the table was already white-hot.

You Mo and the middle-aged fat man have become two sides of the wrestling, and each bet amount is carried out on the cap line. The audience seemed to have been divided into two factions, and the camps were clearly cheering for the two big gamblers.

The win-lose situation lasted for a while, until Yumo saw Kuka's expression change. "Not ready to play?"

Kuka looked straight at him and asked word by word, "If I stop now, can I regain the trust of the boss?" ”

"No one dares to guarantee their future, ask. It shows that you are still afraid that you will not be able to persevere. Yu Mo quickly replied, turned his head and continued to throw chips up amid cheers.

"Don't be delayed by talking to me!" Kuka reminded him first, then fell into deep thought

Honesty is extremely important in the eyes of stubborn and rigid Germans. Rehhagel is even more famous for beating to death the master who does not listen to people's persuasion and hits the south wall and does not look back.

Wanted to regain his trust. Undoubtedly, it is extremely difficult. Even if the training level can be restored to the previous level, there is no guarantee that you will still get enough playing time.

You Mo's words did not mean any comfort and encouragement, but just said the status quo one by one, and let Kuka choose.

No one willingly gives up like this after fifteen years of struggle; No one is in a state of failure, fame, only 24 years old, without any injuries. willing to stay on the bench and get a pension; No one is willing to sink while hope is still there!

Giving up on your own initiative will never be.

Passive giving up is what he has always been worried about.

No one dares to pack a ticket for the future, and all that can be done is to start changing now.

Trust does lead to determination, but if this determination is not backed by strong faith, it is obviously easy to waver with the attitude of others. Contrarily. Not being able to hold firm convictions because you don't have enough trust is putting the cart before the horse!

His worries. In fact, it is a manifestation of distrust of oneself.

How can a guy who has already begun to doubt himself gain the trust of others?

Fierce battles are raging at the tables.

The games played on the capped line attracted the attention of almost the entire casino. Two people in the game, in very different states.

The middle-aged fat man was breathing, his face was flushed, and his eyes became a little dull because he was too focused. The occasional voice was also a little trembling, and it was obvious that the current win or loss had wandered to the critical point of his ability to bear.

You Mo had already piled up 50,000 marks of chips in front of him, and the hill stacked high made everyone swallow their saliva.

But only their owners are still a little unimpressed. "Figured it out?"

"You're right, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it." Kuka glanced at the table. Not as excited as before, he continued in a calm tone: "I don't know if you have ever had such an experience, that is, as soon as you mention a certain word, think of a certain thing, or even see a certain person, all kinds of thoughts begin to uncontrollably swell up in your heart, 'the last time', 'only play until half past eight', 'win or lose, leave when the time comes', 'play again and chop your own hands!'" ’”

"Is it the kind of itch that scratches the heart and scratches the liver?"

Kuka nodded, took a few deep breaths, and continued, "Yes, maybe it's an addiction, and when you are stimulated, you can't help it, until you make a mess of everything, and then you can be temporarily suppressed by regret." But what's the use of regretting, and how long can it be managed? ”

"Regrets? It's the face of the weak, right? You Mo took the time to turn his head and look at him with a smile.

What was once a familiar smile now made him a little strange.

"Can you tell me what you really think? Or rather, how did you do it, all the time! Kuka looked at it for a while, but he didn't think anything was wrong, so he asked.

"The hardest thing for everyone to do is to see themselves clearly. I'm afraid that I can't do it, but I just don't dare to admit it, I just can't believe that I really have bad habits, and I am really ashamed of everyone. You don't even have the courage to face it, how can you overcome it? As soon as the hole cards in You Mo's hand flipped over, there was another exclamation.

"Yes, you're right. Subconsciously, I kept telling myself that this was not right, that I couldn't go on like this. But they ignore that they are themselves, that they are responsible for all their actions, and that any reason for themselves is the expression of the weak. Kuka was a little excited, and his voice raised a lot, but as he spoke, his voice and face darkened together.

"Perhaps, I'm really a weakling." (To be continued......)