She forcibly restrained this physiological response, gritting her teeth as she tore open the envelope.
A blank sheet of paper appeared, as if a slap landed on her face.
Shen Qing’e’s mood inevitably sank.
As most of the classmates faced failure, a scream pierced through the classroom, Tang Jing: "Ah! Yuzhu, you got it!"
Tang Jing shouted out in extre excitent.
In an instant, students from all directions gathered around, they saw Huang Yuzhu holding a black piece of paper, with a golden number in the lower right corner.
ng Zi Yun’s eyes lit up, staring at the black paper without blinking: "You’re really lucky."
"Holy crap, you actually got it!" Hu Jun was filled with envy.
Beside him, Duan Shigang was even more jealous, he didn’t win.
Wang Longlong: "I didn’t win either."
Ma Shicheng: "Shook my head, didn’t win."
Huang Yuzhu looked at Tang Jing, too excited to speak, since his envelope was taken by Tang Jing for him, he didn’t know how to thank her.
If it weren’t in the classroom, Huang Yuzhu practically wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Tang Jing.
"Tang Jing, you helped take it." Huang Yuzhu said actively, "So I..."
In the face of huge benefits, Tang Jing felt pain in her heart too, why wasn’t it her?
She wished she could take back Huang Yuzhu’s envelope, but she held back. When she got the marathon ticket for Huang Yuzhu, she didn’t keep it for herself. Now the whole class knew that Huang Yuzhu opened the envelope.
If she took it back, how would the whole class look at her?
Seeing Huang Yuzhu’s loss of composure, Tang Jing determined: ’I refuse to believe I can’t win you over!’
She chuckled: ’Yuzhu, it was originally yours!’
Huang Yuzhu was overwheld with emotions, Tang Jing was so good to him, he had no way to repay!
He opened his mouth but made no promises, he silently made a hundred resolutions to train Tang Jing to be strong in the future!
Fear not the cold, fear not the cold wind!
To repay her kindness.
"Got it." Another voice sounded nearby.
The classmates’ gaze followed, only to see Guo Kunnan holding a black paper, his face about to break into a smile.
"Brother Nan, aweso!" Dan Kaiquan cheered.
"Aweso, aweso!" Hu Jun clapped.
The middle of the classroom also erupted with sound:
"Oh, I got it too." Dong Qingfeng was also holding a card paper with his fingers.
Xin Youling’s heart blossod, her smile on her delicate face was enchanting: ’3 tickets now, normally, a class only has 1.5 tickets.’
’I made the right bet.’ Xin Youling felt fortunate, ’Zhang Chi didn’t disappoint her trust, truly soone with great fortune attached.’
Her willingness to repay Jiang Ning’s favor also increased, more willing to cooperate.
Scenes of either disappointnt or excitent unfolded within the classroom.
Duan Shigang looked at Zhang Chi: "Why haven’t you opened it? Open it!"
Zhang Chi’s envelope laid on the desk, his heart raced for several minutes, he said: "It can be opened now."
Duan Shigang joked: "You’ve made such a huge contribution to our class, it’d be funny if you didn’t win."
Zhang Chi scoffed: "Impossible, fate is on my side, telling this ti is a sure win, the feeling is exactly the sa as when I drew the iPhone 6 Plus that day."
He no longer hesitated, gathered his montum, tore open the envelope, and pulled out the paper hidden inside.
It was a blank sheet of paper.
Duan Shigang felt balanced, he pointed at Zhang Chi, mocking him harshly: "Hahaha."
Laughing uncontrollably.
Zhang Chi’s mood was like having his comforter ward by an electric blanket, suddenly falling into an icy pit.
His face changed colors—pale, then dark, alternated flashing, finally freezing as a dark blue.
Duan Shigang laughed for a while, keenly noticed: "Hey, why is there a na on your paper?"
Zhang Chi looked down and found Principal Yu’s na written on it.
Duan Shigang: "Laugh, it’s still a blank sheet, no difference!"
At that mont, a commotion erupted from the southwest corner of the classroom; Jiang Ning had drawn a ticket.
"Tsk tsk tsk, so many people, Zhang Chi you have remarkable luck! But when it cos to you, it’s like a duck hatching a chick—futile effort!" Duan Shigang was not sad, instead, he seed a bit happy.
"That’s enough!"
Under dual stimulation, Zhang Chi grabbed the blank paper, tore it crazily with both hands, monts later, shredding it to bits.
’F*** your mom! F*** your mom!’
Rip rip rip rip rip! I rip!
Zhang Chi tore the scraps into crumbs!
Not quite satisfied, he grabbed the pile of scraps and walked to the corridor outside, casually flinging them.
Tiny scraps of paper drifted in the wind and disappeared in an instant.
Zhang Chi’s sullen mood eased considerably.
He re-entered the classroom with a sullen face.
...
Southwest corner of the classroom.
Jiang Ning held a black piece of paper while Bai Yuxia in the front row and Chen Siyu and Geng Lu in the back crowded around to watch.
Even Chai Wei, who always prided himself as a chess player, twitched his eyebrows.
’Why does he always get all the luck?’
’I’m not convinced!’
’The jackpot, open it up for !’ Chai Wei desperately tore open the envelope.
His heart raced, and he glanced sideways, too afraid to look directly.
Guo Kunnan shouted from a distance: "Ah Wei, don’t hide it, it’s white."
Chai Wei was physically hurt by his words.
’Guo Kunnan, huh?’ He added another person to his list of foes.
Once all the students had finished drawing their tickets.
The final winners were announced: "Huang Yuzhu, Guo Kunnan, Dong Qingfeng, Jiang Ning, Yang Sheng, ng Zi Yun."
A total of six people.
Shan Qingrong announced: "Our class’s luck isn’t ordinary, getting six winners. Just now, I chatted with the horoom teacher of Class 10, and their class didn’t get a single person."
"Congratulations to these six classmates."
Applause echoed throughout the classroom.
Though Xin Youling didn’t win, she was equally pleased; her decision greatly increased the number of winners.
She sighed and said: "It would have been great if Zhang Chi had won."
As soon as she said this, everyone looked at Zhang Chi.
Guo Kunnan: "Chi Zi, thank you."
Dong Qingfeng: "Zhang Chi, I sincerely thank you."
ng Zi Yun showed a charming smile: "Zhang Chi, you’re amazing!"
Jiang Ning concluded: "Originally, the class president said your luck was good, and pushed for you to draw the lottery. I initially didn’t believe it and reluctantly let you do it. Now looking back, you are indeed amazing. If it were , my luck definitely wouldn’t have been as good as yours."
His tone was sincere, from the heart.
If luck weren’t in play, purely based on luck, no one in the entire school could compare to Zhang Chi.
Xin Youling satisfaction 10.
Collaboration with him was extrely pleasant, and he even knew how to actively highlight achievents.
Zhang Chi felt like vomiting blood.
He forced out an awkward smile, wanting to speak, but felt bitterness in his heart and didn’t say anything.
"So tragic." Soone whispered.
Shan Qingrong initially wanted to say a few encouraging words to comfort Zhang Chi, when suddenly a ssage popped up from Principal Yu @ all teachers in the teacher group.
After reading it, Shan Qingrong hopelessly spoke to the class:
"Just now the principal said he wrote his na on a white lottery ticket. If any student happens to draw this white paper, not only can they receive an invitation, but they can also enjoy lifeti free entry to [Mu Changqing]."
Upon speaking of this, Shan Qingrong couldn’t help feeling envious, lifeti free entry!
Even if unused, it could be sold every month, equivalent to a substantial fixed inco.
This was a benefit promised by President Shao to support his alma mater.
With these words, the entire classroom erupted.
Many students were shocked: "Oh my god!"
Dong Qingfeng: "Suddenly, the invitation in my hand seems inferior!"
Jiang Yanan: "Who is the lucky one exactly?"
Duan Shigang was stunned.
He slowly looked at Zhang Chi, clearly rembering that the white paper Zhang Chi drew was the one with Principal Yu’s signature.
Zhang Chi’s mouth gaped open, his jaw almost hitting the desk: "Huh?"
Shan Qingrong saw Zhang Chi’s exaggerated expression and asked: "Zhang Chi, did you draw the winning ticket?"
Duan Shigang: "This matter is a bit complicated, I want to ask on his behalf, if there’s no lottery ticket, can the prize still be claid?"
Shan Qingrong showed concern: "Definitely not, why?"
Zhang Chi shot up from his seat and dashed to the balcony outside.
The night was deep and the evening wind brushed against his face; he gave himself a slap.
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