"Riichi."
Mitarashi Anko refused to be outdone, laying a discarded tile sideways and declaring riichi as well.
"Riichi."
Even Uzuki Yugao, who had remained silent the entire time, declared riichi too.
This put some pressure on Qingfeng, who was the dealer.
He really had no idea whether the three of them genuinely did not know how to play or were simply stubbornly confident.
If Qingfeng declared riichi again, the round would end in a draw.
Qingfeng had a feeling that if he drew his opening tile, it would definitely be Four Concealed Pungs and a Single Wait. Though declaring riichi or not would not change the value much, there was a good chance that Inuzuka Hana, seated after him, would directly self-draw on Ippatsu.
He wanted to draw his tile, but his hand did not move for a long while.
"What are you waiting for? Can't even make sense of your hand anymore?"
Mitarashi Anko was the first to urge him on. She could not wait to self-draw.
Qingfeng had been somewhat hesitant, but now she could not blame him.
"Pon."
He reached out, took the Eight Circles Uzuki Yugao had discarded, and placed it in the corner of the table.
Looking closely, Qingfeng had three Eight Circles in his hand. He put out two of them to call pon on Uzuki Yugao's Eight Circles. Uchiha Itachi had no idea what Qingfeng was doing.
He looked like a complete beginner who did not know how to play.
That one pon was a big deal. His original Four Concealed Pungs hand had been forcibly broken apart, leaving his tiles a complete mess. He no longer had any chance of building a big hand.
Qingfeng's move was even more ruthless. He directly discarded the remaining Eight Circles in his hand, with no