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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune“停止下注。” 庄家毫无感情地宣布。小球开始减速，在数字格上弹跳，咔哒，咔哒，咔哒。陈伟的呼吸停滞了。在最后一刻，当小球即将落入一个数字格时，他做了一个毫无逻辑的动作。他将两枚蓝色筹码，推向了“黑色”。没有计算，没有策略，纯粹是肌肉记忆般的条件反射。小球落下。它在一片红色（25）的格子里停了下来。“No more bets.” The croupier announced flatly. The ball began to slow down, bouncing across the numbered slots. Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. Chen Wei’s breathing hitched . At the last moment, just as the ball was about to fall into one of the pockets, he made an utterly illogical move. He pushed two blue chips toward “Black.” No calculation, no strategy—just a conditioned reflex like muscle memory. The ball dropped. It came to a stop inside a red (25) slot.
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