The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 915

Chapter 915 Texas Hold’em

“Does Saintess want to play that? That’s a game from Texas, a Mexican dependency, called Texas Hold’em. It’s a variation of Showdown and is now popular in Europe. It’s quite interesting,” the Vampire Girl said.

It seems that despite the different historical progression, this game is still called Texas Hold’em. Has the worldline converged?

“Okay, let’s play that,” I nodded. As a good child like myself, I basically never went to casinos and had no experience with other games. However, I had played Texas Hold’em on my mobile phone, and although the rules seemed to have slight differences in detail, the overall gameplay was the same.

An oval table, seating ten people. One dealer, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, kept dealing cards. Round chips were stacked on the table. When the cards were revealed and someone won, the dealer would push the cards in front of that person.

At this time, someone had just lost all their chips and reluctantly left their seat. So I sat down. Many people surrounded me, and quite a few were eager to try. Seeing a Little Girl sit down at the table, they couldn’t help but whistle.

“Heh heh, little girl, this is no place for you. Go home and find your mother,” a bald man on the opposite seat chuckled. Indeed, most people who played this game were men, and even if there were beautiful women, they were mostly adults. My appearance as a Little Girl truly created a sense of incongruity.

“It’s okay, I’m here to gamble, and I know how to play this game.” After sitting on the chair with a backrest, my feet couldn’t even reach the ground, and my head was just high enough to clear the gambling table. I had to prop myself up on the stand to see the Community Cards clearly.

“Heh heh, little girl, we bet big here, starting with silver coins. You don’t even have silver coin chips, do you? Don’t cry later when you lose,” the bald man said. He didn’t mean any harm; he really felt that such a young girl shouldn’t be at the gambling table.

“Silver coin chips? I don’t have any,” I replied. Everyone around the gambling table laughed. A middle-aged man in a suited and booted outfit next to me said with a smile, “If you don’t have any, then leave, little sister.”

“This is the least I have.” I tossed a round chip onto the table. It was a chip with “one hundred” written on it, representing one hundred silver coins, which was equivalent to one gold coin.

They were stunned. The surrounding laughter instantly turned into silence. People stared blankly at the gold coin chip on the table. For Texas Hold’em, betting one gold coin at a time was considered quite substantial.

“Now, can I participate in the game?” I asked. The people around me didn’t know how to retort, so they could only remain silent.

But they knew that if this Little Girl bet at least one gold coin each time, the game would become more Stimulating. In Texas Hold’em, you could only call or raise, not bet less. The stakes would get very high.

“There are no restrictions on anyone participating in this game. Since this Miss has sufficient chips, of course, we welcome her to the table. The game continues, next round,” the bunny girl said then.

“Alright, please deal the cards,” a gentleman who looked like a foreigner said. His accent was strange, soft and high-pitched. He might be French. French, like Castilian, belongs to the Romance language family.

So, the sexy dealer dealt cards online, giving each person two Hole Cards first, followed by three Community Cards. The bunny girl’s posture as she leaned over the large table to deal the cards was truly alluring.

The cards in my hand were the Ace of Clubs and the Nine of Diamonds, they seemed like two unrelated numbers. Then she dealt three Community Cards that had some connection, along with a Nine of Spades.

Everyone started betting clockwise. Because of my participation, the raises suddenly became much larger. Seeing that I had a pair in my hand, I directly bet one gold coin. The others could only call, but they were all quite cautious.

Generally speaking, the monthly salary of a key technical expert in a factory or a grassroots administrator was only one or two gold coins. I was betting the equivalent of a white-collar worker’s monthly salary in one go. This made the gamblers who were not financially well-off a bit more cautious.

During the second round of betting, another Ace of Hearts was dealt. I already had two pairs now. Using my God’s Eye, I peered at the other people’s cards. One person actually had a flush of hearts. He carefully concealed his expression and quietly doubled his bet.

I then peeked at the last card the dealer had covered on the table. It turned out to be a Nine of Clubs. When she revealed it, everyone on the scene became excited. There was already a pair on the Community Cards. As long as a Nine was randomly drawn, it would make three of a kind. At the very least, there was a pair to guarantee some winnings.

I saw that the last Nine of Hearts was in the bald man’s hand. His face was full of joy. With this, he would have three of a kind.

The person with the flush, however, was not worried at all. He knew that three of a kind couldn’t beat a flush. Besides, the pair on the Community Cards could stimulate others to bet more. So, he called for another double, betting eight gold coins this time.

“All in.” Then, someone’s bet was no longer enough, so he simply put all his assets on the line. He also had two pairs, not too strong, not too weak, but going all-in could put psychological pressure on his opponents.

Those whose bets were not enough to match the previous player could go all-in and bet everything they had. They would play to win big with a small amount, and those who lost would be kicked out. That’s why Texas Hold’em has always been a game of great ups and downs.

“I’ll double it too!” The bald man, seeing that he had three of a kind, confidently called for a double. He was getting carried away! The bet increased to sixteen gold coins.

Some people followed and some folded. To avoid provoking others, I didn’t continue to raise. However, I knew I had already won.

When it came to the final reveal stage, they were dumbfounded at my full house. Especially the person with the flush, his expression was particularly priceless.

“The biggest Full House in this round. Miss wins,” the bunny girl dealer announced, pushing the chips towards me with a T-shaped stick. I won over forty bets at once, but it was still a little slow.

The one who lost all his chips had to leave in anger. He was replaced by a very beautiful woman.

In the next few rounds, my cards were generally average, neither good nor bad. Everyone had their wins and losses. Each time I was sure I couldn’t win, I folded, thus losing a little.

However, Texas Hold’em is like that. Luck plays a greater role than skill. With luck, a novice can win; without luck, even an experienced player can lose.

But in the next hand, a rare probability occurred. The first three Community Cards had two Kings. This meant that at least a pair was guaranteed in this round, and there was also a 2.

Three people on the table showed joy because their private cards each had a 2. In other words, they all had two pairs.

So, in the first round, everyone started betting excitedly. Only I frowned because I also had a King in my hand. I had three of a kind from the beginning.

Was the dealer deliberately giving me good cards? I peeked at the two remaining hidden Community Cards. They had nothing to do with me. It seemed it was just my imagination. In this round, I only had three of a kind with one kicker. And based on the next hidden card, one lucky guy would get a Full House.