Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 202 : Trash Game

Facing Bei Yaoyue's naked and lewd teasing, Xifeng glared resentfully at that scoundrel and pouted coquettishly: "Pervert, stay away from me."

Suddenly, Xifeng felt a deep sense of sadness from the bottom of her heart. Previously, when faced with such teasing that had even reached the level of sexual harassment, she would instantly blush, then angrily scold Bei Yaoyue out of embarrassment. But now she was almost indifferent to it, her heart remaining completely unmoved, even wanting to laugh a little.

In fact, if they weren't currently at a convention, Xifeng might even have a tiny bit of anticipation in her heart... of course, just a teeny tiny bit.

This showed that she, who had originally been a pure and innocent three-good student with proper values, had completely rotted under Bei Yaoyue's subtle influence, and moreover, had rotted completely from inside to outside.

This made Xifeng sigh mournfully, feeling emotional that the ancients were indeed right—those near vermilion become red, those near perverts become perverted.

Since all of them were underage girls with limited stamina, and to ensure they didn't sweat too much and ruin their makeup, they would rest after moving things for a while. So the efficiency of organizing the booth was quite low. Between playing and moving, it took a full hour to completely finish organizing everything. By this time, only the last half hour remained before the convention officially opened for entry.

As for Xifeng, she had sat aside playing on her phone for an hour, which was quite leisurely. The only imperfection was that the feeling of sitting in Lace Bloomers without wearing underwear was something she couldn't accept no matter what.

"Hah..." Setting down the last stack of art books, Bai He exhaled deeply. Reflecting on what she had done this past hour, she suddenly felt like a clown—they had used Staff Passes to enter early, only to spend an hour helping organize the booth after getting in. Calculating it this way, it might have been more comfortable to just wait in line outside for two hours.

Bai He instinctively wanted to reach out and wipe the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, but then remembered she was still wearing makeup, so she found a tissue instead and gently dabbed her forehead twice, using the tissue's absorbency to soak up the sweat.

After finishing the work at hand, Bai He's first action was to look for Xifeng. She quickly spotted Xifeng sitting in a chair behind the booth, absorbed in playing on her phone.

Bai He walked over and curiously leaned close to Xifeng's phone screen, asking: "What are you playing?"

What met her eyes were rows of square, white tile-shaped objects with various patterns drawn on them—something that would never be unfamiliar to any Chinese person: mahjong.

"Playing mahjong." Xifeng answered. She stared at her tiles thoughtfully for a while, then carefully discarded a 9-man.

This move left Bai He completely puzzled. She asked: "Why discard the 9-man here? Aren't you already in tenpai?"

"This hand is too small. I want to chase the dream—if I get one more tile, it'll be four concealed triplets." Xifeng said seriously. What's the difference between playing mahjong without going for big hands and being a salted fish?

"Too small... what does that mean?" Bai He was momentarily confused. "Isn't mahjong just about winning?"

"It's the han value of this hand. Uh, simply put, you can think of it as points or something like that. The higher your hand's han value, the more points you get for winning, and rankings are determined by point totals." Xifeng explained in detail.

Bai He nodded thoughtfully. She had only played the simplest "tanyao" style with relatives when she was little—any hand with four melds plus one pair could win.

"What region's rules are these?" Bai He asked curiously. She noticed that the characters the players controlled were all 2D beautiful girls, which piqued her interest. "What's this game called?"

"This is riichi mahjong, Japanese mahjong. The game is called Mahjong Soul."

Just as she finished speaking, a 4-man appeared in the first position on the right side of Xifeng's screen, completing the third triplet. She immediately perked up and clicked the large "Riichi" button. As the character called out "Ri-chi!" a tile was placed horizontally in the discard pile, and four large characters flashed on the screen—Yakuman Chance.

"Yakuman... sounds like it should be a very high point value."

"Yes, yakuman is 32,000 points, also the maximum points achievable by non-yakuman hand types. Four concealed triplets is a yakuman hand type, requiring four concealed triplets in your hand when you win." Xifeng patiently explained to Bai He, though these technical terms were like hearing scripture to her. She listened in confusion and could only scratch her head while continuing to watch patiently.

"Please give me an ippatsu tsumo four concealed triplets." The girl prayed desperately.

Soon, Xifeng drew her first tile after declaring riichi—a 5-pin. Since you can't change waits after riichi, this 5-pin was automatically discarded by the system. But the next moment, a voice like world-shaking thunder suddenly exploded in Xifeng's ears.

"Ron, nya!"

As the clearly cat-girl-accented girl's line rang out, a beam of light illuminated the 5-pin that Xifeng had just discarded, and the next player's hand was revealed. This meant her 5-pin had dealt into the next player's hand.

"%......*&（￥@*）" In her fury, Xifeng couldn't help but grind her teeth as she began a refined and courteous speech. Not only had she failed to get ippatsu tsumo, she had gotten ippatsu deal-in instead.

"Tanyao, 1 han, 1000 points."

As "1000 points" heavily slammed onto the screen, this round officially ended with Xifeng dealing 1000 points. Her four concealed triplets had been defeated by tanyao. Heaven truly wanted to destroy her—even the heavens wouldn't give her the chance to win yakuman.

Bai He looked at Xifeng, who was so angry she was practically steaming, with amazement, puzzled in her heart. It was just one mahjong round, just 1000 points dealt—was it really worth getting this angry?

In her impression, Xifeng had always been someone with an excellent temper who was gentle and easygoing toward everyone. She had almost never seen Xifeng curse while playing games before.

But what Bai He didn't understand was that Xifeng wasn't angry because she dealt 1000 points, but because she had four concealed triplets... yet lost to tanyao.

It really proved that saying: no matter how skilled you are, you still fear tanyao.

"I'm done playing. Trash game." Filled with indignation, Xifeng didn't care about her first-place advantage anymore. She angrily closed the game and locked her phone. "Are you all finished? If so, let's get ready to go browse the convention."

Enjoying the convention atmosphere was the ultimate purpose of the three coming to CP27. Just sitting here playing mobile games wouldn't be appropriate.