Qi Xia bent down and slowly extended his finger. This time, he didn’t choose to continue breaking his finger, but instead poked his finger at his forehead.

His forehead had been broken open by the wooden box earlier and was now blooming with a wound.

Qi Xia kept picking at the wound with his hand. He didn’t know if it was because the wound was too close to his brain, or if he had temporarily gained control of his brain, but at this moment he surprisingly felt that this just-right pain allowed him to briefly open up his train of thought.

Could this rule… really be that complicated?

Was Earth-Monkey really that smart?

Considering all of Earth-Monkey’s performance in this game so far, he wasn’t a very intelligent person. Qi Xia still maintained his previous opinion.

Although Earth-Monkey represented “intelligence,” that was only “intelligence” that could tower above ordinary people. After all, the fact that a chaotic brain could force him to this point was enough to explain his level.

Zheng Yingxiong’s various performances just now all proved a strange problem—Earth-Monkey carried an “ability” on him.

Anyone who relied on “abilities” would most likely not excessively train their mind. This was also the reason why Earth-Monkey appeared to have mediocre intelligence yet could still be so confident.

He was still easily deceived, he still hadn’t become smarter, yet he confidently believed he wouldn’t lose, precisely because he carried some kind of “ability” on him.

This was Earth-Monkey’s fatal weakness.

So considering everything comprehensively, Qi Xia had thought of the rules as too complicated.

“The rules didn’t become ‘harder,’ they merely ‘changed’…” he thought to himself.

After all, once this rule transcended the scope of what normal people could understand, even Earth-Monkey himself would have difficulty controlling it, let alone “gambling.” So he would first control the rules within a range he could manage.

Additionally, when Earth-Monkey confirmed who had the “second biggest” hand in this round, his lips moved slightly as he muttered to himself, clearly calculating something.

“‘Lunar Month’… the increasingly bright box…”

Qi Xia turned to look at the wooden box, his mind seeming to clear somewhat.

Whether looking at the box’s appearance or from the perspective of the “fourth round” time period, this “Lunar Month” was in the process of changing from “new moon” to “full moon,” and now it was a full moon.

At the time of the “full moon,” the rules had changed, so the rules must be related to the “full moon.”

Qi Xia suddenly turned to look at Qiao Jiajin.

“What, what’s wrong?” Qiao Jiajin was startled. “You scared me, liar boy.”

“Fist, I’ll give you three seconds. Immediately name a type of poker gambling.”

“Ah?”

“Three, two…”

“Texas Hold’em!!” Qiao Jiajin quickly said. “What are you doing, liar boy? A pop quiz? I really don’t gamble…”

“I’ll give you another three seconds. Name a second type.”

“Hey?!”

“Three, two, one…”

“Blackjack!!” Qiao Jiajin felt his brain was about to burn up. “Liar boy, don’t suddenly test me. You know my brain is a bit slow.”

Hearing the four words “Blackjack,” Qi Xia slowly narrowed his eyes.

That’s it—this is it.

Although he didn’t completely know the rules, he also knew quite a bit about “Blackjack.” The most common poker games in casinos were “Texas Hold’em” and “Blackjack.”

And as a casino boss who considered himself smart, Earth-Monkey absolutely couldn’t escape these two card games. This way, he could make the “rules” both within his control range yet appear confusing and mysterious.

As for “Blackjack” and the “24 Solar Terms”…

“I see…” Qi Xia muttered to himself. “So that’s how it is…”

All the mysteries blocking his vision dispersed completely, and the true rules suddenly surfaced.

“What do you mean ‘that’s how it is’?” Chen Junnan was startled. “How is it now?”

Just as Qi Xia was about to speak, he suddenly thought of something and paused for a few seconds, then tilted his chin in Xiao Cheng’s direction. “Let that young man explain the rules.”

“Oh…?” Chen Junnan turned to look at Xiao Cheng. “Hey hey! He’s calling on you!”

“What…?” Xiao Cheng looked up somewhat puzzled.

“The hint is ‘Blackjack.’ You tell everyone the rules.” Qi Xia covered his bleeding forehead and slowly leaned against the back of his chair, as if he wasn’t planning to speak for the remainder of the time.

“Me…?” Xiao Cheng’s eyes widened slightly. “Blackjack…?”

“You’re a college student, aren’t you, kid?” Chen Junnan grinned mischievously. “Quickly activate your smart little brain and think!”

Hearing Chen Junnan’s words, Xiao Cheng quickly operated his brain to think rapidly. He did understand the rules of “Blackjack,” but he had never thought that the rules of “Blackjack” would apply to this game.

After all, theoretically, you could have many cards in a “Blackjack” hand, and there were no “community cards.”

“Old Qiao, how do you play ‘Blackjack’?” Chen Junnan asked quietly.

“‘Blackjack’ is also called ‘Twenty-One.’ Simply put, each person adds up the point values of the cards in their hand, and the person closest to twenty-one wins. As long as you feel your points aren’t enough, you can signal the dealer to continue dealing cards.” After Qiao Jiajin finished, he added, “However, the sum of numbers cannot exceed twenty-one points, otherwise it counts as ‘busting.'”

Xiao Cheng stood up to look at Earth-Monkey’s cards, then turned to look at his own cards. Like Earth-Monkey, his lips moved slightly as he continuously tried various calculations.

His own cards… the second biggest hand?

“Could it be… I see, very simple rules… you just need to add all the numbers together…!”

At this moment, his eyebrows raised. Just as he was about to voice his thoughts, he suddenly saw Qiao Jiajin’s hand.

“Hungry Ghost Festival,” “New Year’s Eve,” “Spring Festival.”

Xiao Cheng’s initial idea was to add all the numbers on the cards together, and the person closest to twenty-one points would win.

For example, “Double Seventh Festival’s” “seventh month, seventh day” would be viewed as “fourteen,” and so on. Anyone exceeding twenty-one points would be judged as losing.

But Qiao Jiajin’s cards were truly too strange.

His “Hungry Ghost Festival” “seven-one-five,” “New Year’s Eve” “one-two-three-zero,” “Spring Festival” “one-one”—the sum of these eight numbers added together was exactly “twenty-one”!

But strangely, Qiao Jiajin’s cards not only didn’t win this round of gambling, they didn’t even count as second biggest.

If that was the case, what inevitable connection did this game have with “Blackjack”…?