Chapter 1027: Chapter 467: There Are No Good People at Nansang Middle School, and Those Who Are Good Aren’t Human Either (Part 2)
It’s a decorative piece, crystal clear, even for wholesale, its value should exceed three yuan.
Bai Bufan scored a hit.
Which means Lin Li missed.
Epic fail!
"Classmate," However, when the girl handed the Crystal Ball to Bai Bufan, she seriously gazed into his eyes. Of course, it wasn’t love, just a reminder:
"No matter what happens, when you’re not home, be sure to cover the Crystal Ball with a cloth. The same applies in the classroom, or else something dangerous might occur."
Bai Bufan: "o.O?"
"If you don’t cover it... will some mystical event happen? Is this a fortune-telling Crystal Ball?"
Since the girl was so earnest, Bai Bufan didn’t want to spoil the mood. He carefully accepted the Crystal Ball and curiously inquired from across the table, avoiding social anxiety.
Is it this superstitious?
"Uh, no," the girl’s voice suddenly became much calmer as she explained:
"It’s because the spherical structure of the Crystal Ball acts as a convex lens. If sunlight hits it at a specific angle for a long time, light will focus through the sphere to create a high-temperature focal point. This focusing effect could cause combustible materials at the focal point—like curtains, paper, or wooden items—to dramatically increase in temperature, reaching the ignition point and causing a fire. So, for safety and fire prevention, it’s advisable to cover it and block the light when you’re not at home."
Bai Bufan, Lin Li: "(゜▽゜)?"
Damn, turns out it’s such a scientific reason?
"I, I understand, I’ll be careful."
Bai Bufan nodded, somewhat speechless, and after fiddling with it for a while, noticed someone giving him a sour look. He turned to the hosting boy:
"Hey man, if I want to trade this Crystal Ball for valuable misprinted coins, how many can I get?"
Boy: "..."
How is this guy hunting down his classmates?
Noticing someone’s gaze turn more resentful, even mixed with a bit of hatred, the boy sternly replied:
"No trades possible, not a single one. You know these misprinted coins are rare and priceless, only obtainable by those with a destiny."
Bai Bufan: "Wow, Lin Li is amazing, he’s really the king of luck (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧!"
Lin Li: "(•́へ•́╬)!"
"I haven’t lost yet, just you wait." Lin Li grinned, playfully cursing, then grabbed Bai Bufan’s shoulder and headed toward another area of the classroom.
The project of Class 20 isn’t centered around a roulette wheel, but rather on luck, with the wheel being just one of the activities.
And in this area, not only are there little luck-based games and prizes to win, but you can also buy snacks or drinks at prices above market value.
Here, iced red tea is sold for 6 yuan a bottle, while the 3-yuan iced red tea is premium, and 6 yuan is nothing more than horse urine; it’s a challenge to all the Kobe fans.
Class 20 naturally wouldn’t do that. In reality, after buying snacks, drinks, or small gifts here, you can even throw dice.
The larger the dice number, the bigger the discount you receive. If you’re lucky enough to roll a 6, you can take it for 1 yuan, but if you’re unlucky, you pay full price.
It embodies the principle of luck as the king.
It feels like if a gas supplier came to Class 20, they could make a killing.
After all, their profits always come from luck.
Spec·ial·iza·tion·تمان.
Overall, it’s really interesting, and no wonder Class 20 has far higher foot traffic than other classes.
Though there are many people, whether they can make money is hard to say, since their class seems indeed quite laid-back, often hearing the laughter of ’customers’.
And seeing ’customers’ make money, no one in Class 20 seems annoyed.
Clearly, the whole class embraces Xue Jian’s previous advice—not taking profit-driven motives but simply enjoying the garden fair.
Lin Li and Bai Bufan came for the prizes, squeezing into the respective area in a few steps.
The prize game here is classic, a rectangular card the length of an index finger, with a "ten" shaped cutout in the center, used to peel away scratch-off paper, underneath which are pictures of banknotes of different denominations. If there’s no "Thank You for Playing," you’ll get the corresponding reward.
Using the rare misprinted coins, Lin Li got three prize cards, gave one to Bai Bufan, and they started scratching.
These prize cards often have the "Thank You for Playing" located in the bottom right corner, so some people like directly scratching off the bottom right to see the result, but Lin Li prefers starting with the top left, then the bottom left and top right, leaving the bottom right for last, to save the decisive moment.
However, the first card, Lin Li threw away after scratching the top left.
—because it revealed red Mao Yanyan.
No need to look to know it’s a losing one. With prize cards priced at fifty cents each, forget about getting a hundred, even ten yuan isn’t possible; the grand prize is only five yuan.
But the second card turned out lucky, winning one yuan.
Seeing Bai Bufan’s card didn’t win, Lin Li was satisfied, because a win means his victory.
Just as Lin Li pondered whether to use the yuan for two more scratches or redeem directly, a desperate wail came from beside him, full of despair.
—"No—no—lost again—"
Lin Li glanced over, unexpectedly recognizing someone familiar—Fang Tianyou.
Honestly, since spending time in the last exam room, Lin Li’s circle of acquaintances widened significantly, often meeting people he greets on the street.
Fang Tianyou was also someone he met in the last exam room then, a pretty loyal guy, back then willing to risk getting noted to help the team.
"Tianyou, what’s up?" Lin Li smiled as he greeted.
"Hmm? Oh, it’s Lin Li, you’re playing too," Fang Tianyou nodded after realizing it was Lin Li, then tremblingly showed yet another non-winning card with "Thank You for Playing":
"I lost again... I’m broke again..."
"How much did you lose to be like this?" Lin Li asked, finding it amusing.
"Three yuan... a whole three yuan!" Fang Tianyou closed his eyes in agony, seemingly unwilling to recall the painful past:
"I borrowed this to buy buns, planning to survive till evening, but couldn’t resist using it all for prizes... What should I do now..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Li gently patted Fang Tianyou’s shoulder, offering caring advice:
"Tianyou, your parents’ salary card, siblings’ tuition, grandparents’ pension are all great turnaround capital."
Fang Tianyou: "?"
My God, coming out guns blazing.
And the boy running this area piped up: "There are no kids crying every day, no gambler losing every day?"
"Indeed," the hosting boy who came along to confirm Lin Li’s rare misprinted coin could hit three times nodded in agreement:
"Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling all lose, but with gambling there are swings; my friend, no, brother, out of ten bets nine lose, but you’ve already lost nine times, this time winning—believe it could be yours."
"Yeah yeah," Lin Li added, "Tianyou, remember, the money you lost is just saved up, but if you quit, that’s truly losing it."
Seeing Fang Tianyou still silent, Lin Li looked at a quiet Bai Bufan, motioning his chin: "Bufan, persuade my buddy too."
Bai Bufan waved his hands repeatedly:
"Me? I dare not persuade anymore. I once had a friend, in debt over 800k from gambling, I advised him to continue, full of malice, wanting him to fall deeper into the abyss. He actually believed, sold a kidney, then went gambling, and damn, everything reversed, now he’s a billionaire, not to mention the lost kidney quickly transplanted back. Now has seven kidneys, makes me so jealous, I dare not advise at all."
"Such a story?" Lin Li ’surprised’ly asked, then promptly turned to Fang Tianyou, changing tune:
"Then Tianyou, stop, quit gambling, don’t include sunk costs in major decisions, if lost, let it be, it’s still not too late to quit."
Fang Tianyou: "(゜▽゜)?"
This kid isn’t letting me off either.
Damn, are there any good people in Nansang Middle School?
They’re all demons, right?
But with the vibes like this, Fang Tianyou resolutely whipped out his phone—
The fire re-ignites again!!
...
"Four yuan... my four yuan..."
Thirty seconds later, Fang Tianyou left Class 20’s area in dismay, probably going to sell a kidney.
Lin Li looked at Fang Tianyou’s back then at the one-yuan winning prize paper in his hand.
Alright, no need to hesitate.
"Hi, cash it in, not playing anymore."
