Chapter 182 - Blood Flows into A River
The modified question went like this: Xiao Hong’s little brother did a head count. The number of brothers he has is one more than the number of sisters he has. How many more brothers does Xiao Hong have, compared to Xiao Hong’s sister?
The original question’s answer was supposed to be three, but the original question did say that Xiao Hong was a girl. This question did not.
Yun Xiangxiang guessed that most people would ignore this part. Who said Xiao Hong must be a girl?
To answer this question correctly, one must consider two probabilities: Xiao Hong is a girl, and Xiao Hong is a boy.
It might look like a bonus question, but there were traps everywhere. From this question onward, there were no more easy questions.
When Yun Xiangxiang entered the calculations section after she finished the problem solving section, a voice rang, “Teacher, there’s a problem with this question.”
Yun Xiangxiang couldn’t help but turn aside to look. It was Du Jing. Yun Xiangxiang ignored her and continued answering the paper.
The invigilator came to Du Jing’s side. Du Jin pointed at the question, “Teacher, is this one a boy or a girl?”
“You’re just looking for trouble playing mahjong with her,” Song Meng gloated with chips in her mouth, rejoicing in others misfortune.
Yun Xiangxiang knew how to play mahjong when she was around ten years old. Hua Xiangrong was also engrossed in this discipline. When two become one, they were invincible.
“It’s horrifying. She can draw whatever she wants. When I finally got her stuck for once, in excitement, I threw the tile I drew because my arm bumped into something…”
The rules on mahjong tables went like this: If a tile left the player’s hand, that meant the player played that tile. It just so happened that Yun Xiangxiang needed a replacement tile, and she won on the replacement tile.
When Zhu Yuan won, she dragged Yang Qi and Ma Linlin into this hole.
“Hahahaha. Eat more later. You guys have to win what you lost by eating,” Yun Xiangxiang counted her money happily.
Twenty yuan was the minimum they must bet. Two hundred yuan was the maximum. Yun Xiangxiang managed to win more than ten thousand yuan. One person lost an average of a thousand yuan to her…
“This world is magical. I was planning to play Six Craks, but for some reason, I played Five Craks…”
When Yang Ao, Yang Qi’s roommate, recalled how he gave Yun Xiangxiang a seven pair win in the last round, he was dazed.
“She could even self-draw a dragon’s seven pair. What can we say to that?” Tao Manni looked dejected.
“I lost two thousand yuan. Basically I did my winter part-time for free. I will never play mahjong with Yun Xiangxiang ever again,” Feng Xiaolu pretended to cry.
“I finally know why Sichuan calls this play Blood Flows into A River!” Chu Ting exclaimed with a look of pained realization.