The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Did he think she was stupid Her card was probably 300, and he wanted to buy it at 50?

"No, " Xia Ling said straightforwardly.

She put her hand in her hand, not revealing her wealth. If she had known that the first card would be 300, she would have hidden it from the beginning.

Now that these people saw it, they all looked at her. Who Knew if they were hiding evil intentions?

Xia Ling scraped off the coating and sure enough, it was 300!

"boss, I'll cash in the prize! " She left the crowd and went to the newsstand to change.

"Okay. " The boss watched the commotion and was about to Change Xia Ling's scratch card.

Just as Xia Ling handed over the scratch card, the man who had asked for 50 yuan to buy her scratch card suddenly rushed up. He snatched Xia Ling's scratch card and ran away.

The figure was like a rabbit and disappeared with a whoosh.

Xia Ling did not expect this person to be so bold in broad daylight.

"This Ni'er is too careless. 300 yuan, and she was snatched away just like that. "

"hurry up and chase after her! If it were me, I would definitely chase after her. I don't know if I'll have such good luck next time with that much money! "

The group of people were making sarcastic remarks. Xia Ling looked in the direction where the man had disappeared and did not think about chasing after him.

She had food and drink now. Buying lottery tickets was just to exchange some cash. It was only 300 yuan. It was not enough for her to risk her life to chase after him. What if the man had a knife? What if this was a human trafficking gang and there was still a backup plan waiting for her?

"Sigh, Ni'er, you have to be careful next time. Be careful when you scratch the prize. Don't let anyone see it. " The owner of the newspaper shop also sighed.

Xia Ling nodded at him and turned around, wanting to leave.

Suddenly, she saw a scratch card on the ground. It was the one that the man had bought and had yet to scratch.

She picked up the card and scraped it open.

Five... ...

She actually won the prize again!

Xia Ling could not help but sigh at the magic of this red rope.

She quickly scraped open the scratch card that only revealed a number.

Five, followed by three Zeros.

Five thousand! A TWO-DOLLAR SCRATCH CARD SCRAPED OUT FIVE THOUSAND!

This was the special prize in the lottery, right?

Xia Ling calmly put away the scratch card and put it into the pocket of her old clothes.

There were too many idlers around here, so it would be easy for her to be targeted if she tried to redeem the prize.

The two yuan scratch card was used in all the major newsstands in Fan city, and its validity period was very long.

Xia Ling was not familiar with Fan city, so rather than becoming a fat meat in the eyes of others, she might as well wait for Han Jin to come.

Han Jin always had a way to redeem the prize without being targeted.

"What's the matter? Ni'er, did you win the prize again? ''Someonee leaned over.

"No, I just kept the card to learn from my mistakes, " Xia Ling said in a deliberately disheartened manner.

"Haha, that's right. You have to be careful in the outside world in the future. The money that you got accidentally flew away, didn't it? " That person laughed and looked at Xia Ling's excitement, gloating over her misfortune.

Xia Ling did not want to pay attention to them, including the newspaper owner. Everyone was just watching the show.

If they knew that she had lost 300 but picked up 5000, wouldn't they be so jealous?

And that thief, if he knew that he had stolen 300 and his original scratch card had 5000, who knew how he would feel... ...

Xia Ling thought about it and laughed first.

Red Rope, what good luck!

*

Han Jin arrived at school at around six in the afternoon.

Xia Ling finished her work in the cafeteria and had dinner. The students had already returned to the classroom for evening self-study.

Han Jin was a science student. He was in grade 12, Class 21, and was in the same class as a group of repeaters.

The freshmen who were in the same class as Han Jin did not want to be in the same class as Han Jin. The pressure was too great. The first place in the class exceeded the second place by more than a hundred points. The gap was so great that it made people despair. They did not want to continue learning.

Han Jin was transferred to the best repeater class as a freshman, grade 12, Class 21.

There was a strong competitive atmosphere in the class. Usually, no one talked to anyone. They covered their questions tightly, afraid that others would learn their own learning methods.