I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 6: The peak breeds false support, twilight witnesses devout believers.

Driven by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, Chen Zhou scraped off the last bit of coating.

Then he stretched, as if he had accomplished something great, and boasted to Jiang Xia:

"Not bad, I made 20 yuan. We can add an egg when we have braised chicken later."

However, after speaking for a long time, Chen Zhou still received no reply. He couldn't help but feel a little strange and looked at Jiang Xia:

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Xia stared blankly at the last pattern on the scratch-off lottery ticket, his expression vacant.

After a long pause, she slowly reached out and tugged at Chen Zhou's sleeve, her voice trembling slightly:
"Chen Zhou, am I seeing things...?"

Sensing that Jiang Xia was acting strangely, Chen Zhou followed her gaze.

Above the last image, which displayed a million-dollar denomination, were two words clearly printed:
"national treasure."

Damn it! ! !

Is the Golden Legend really that powerful?

Chen Zhou was stunned for a long time, feeling a throbbing sensation in his temples. He wanted to say something, but only a dry "gulp" sound came out of his throat.

"Don't be mistaken, my shop has never had one in ten years..."

The lottery shop owner had somehow gotten close, his cloudy eyes almost touching the scratch-off tickets.

"Oh...really?"

After confirming the authenticity of the million-dollar prize, the shop owner was stunned and stood there, seemingly unable to believe that two students had won the million-dollar prize.

Chen Zhou quickly calmed down and turned his gaze to the old man:
"Boss, we've won a million, what should we do?"

The old man stood there for a long time, rubbing his eyes repeatedly.

After a long while, he sighed, his expression as if he had seen a ghost:
"Take the original scratch-off ticket, your ID card, and your bank card to the lottery center to redeem it. I can't redeem it for you here."

"By the way, prizes over 300,000 yuan need to be claimed in the provincial capital. If the person is underage, remember to bring their parents."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhou and Jiang Xia exchanged a glance and nodded silently in tacit agreement before carefully putting away the scratch-off lottery ticket.

The two walked out of the lottery shop.

Chen Zhou turned his head and solemnly instructed Jiang Xia, who was still in a daze:

"Don't tell anyone about us winning the lottery! Let's find some time to go to the provincial capital to claim the prize, and split it as we agreed before, half for you and half for me!"

Jiang Xia nodded first, then realized that Chen Zhou wanted to give her 500,000 yuan, and hurriedly waved her hands, so flustered that she slurred her words:
"It's your money, how can I take it?"

Chen Zhou couldn't help but laugh:

"Do you know what 500,000 yuan means? You can't just give it up like that? Besides, this is a prize won with your money."

Jiang Xia pouted, silently lowered her head, and then stretched out her hand:
"Then give me back the twenty yuan, and the prize is yours."

Chen Zhou was speechless. He had seen many fights break out over the division of spoils, but he had never seen anyone as foolish as Jiang Xia.

You just give up 500,000 like that?
Seeing that Jiang Xia was so unyielding, Chen Zhou was at a loss.

After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Okay, then consider it as you depositing 500,000 with me. I'll give you the money whenever you need it, okay?"

Jiang Xia pondered for a long time before finally nodding:
"it is good."

She couldn't persuade Chen Zhou otherwise. Although Chen Zhou kept emphasizing that she owned half of the million, as long as she insisted on not taking it, the money would still belong to Chen Zhou.

In Jiang Xia's mind, she never felt that this money had anything to do with her.

It was Chen Zhou's idea to buy the lottery ticket, and he was the one who won the prize. I only borrowed twenty yuan; how could I possibly have gotten so much?

If Chen Zhou only gave her a few hundred yuan, she would be happy to share in the joy and improve her meals.

The thought of improving his meals immediately brought to Jiang Xia's mind the deliciousness of braised chicken, and his stomach began to rumble in response.

She touched her belly and said pitifully:

"Chen Zhou, I'm hungry!"

Chen Zhou touched the thirty-five yuan in his pocket and asked Jiang Xia:

Do you still want to eat braised chicken?

Jiang Xia's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded hurriedly, like a chick pecking at rice, his eyes full of expectant starlight.

Now the two of them together are definitely millionaires.

"Just some braised chicken, no big deal." Chen Zhou waved his hand dismissively, feigning generosity.

"Then let's go eat braised chicken!"

"Yahoo~"

Seeing Jiang Xia's jubilant expression, Chen Zhou also smiled.

Twenty minutes later.

The two walked out of Yang's shop, completely satisfied.

Braised chicken is indeed delicious, but there is currently a problem between the two that cannot be ignored.

I only have five yuan left. What am I going to do for dinner?
One bowl of vegetarian rice noodles isn't enough for two people.

Just as Chen Zhou was worrying, the thrifty and hardworking Jiang Xia counted on her fingers and said:
"If you're looking for something to eat, there are plenty of options. You could buy two steamed buns, or borrow three yuan to buy two bowls of rice noodles."

At the steamed bun shop near the school gate, vegetable buns cost one yuan each, and meat buns cost two yuan each.

Two steamed buns per person are enough to fill you up.

As for the vegetarian rice noodles, they cost four yuan a bowl.

But a half-grown boy can eat his father out of house and home.

Chen Zhou stroked his chin, pondering:

"Then I'll ask Li Bin first. I think I can still squeeze some money out of him, this small landlord."

Although Li Bin is unreliable, his family is actually quite wealthy.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia chuckled:
"If he hears you say that, he'll complain about you."

Chen Zhou shook his head slightly as he listened.

What a joke! What's his relationship with Li Bin?
He really is an emperor.

Li Bin could never escape the position of the Ninth Prince, who was second only to the emperor.

Chen Zhou shrugged:

"The peak breeds false support, the twilight witnesses devout believers, and in such a perilous moment, it is time for Leonardo DiCaprio to show his loyalty."

Jiang Xia rolled her eyes at him and said with a smile:

"I know you two are getting along well, hurry back to class, or someone will get scolded again."

Chen Zhou sighed.

Having a strict homeroom teacher can be both a blessing and a curse.

I'm not going to say anything more; it'll only bring tears to my eyes.

Guangya No. 2 Middle School has always adhered to strict principles in its management.

Take the senior year of high school as an example.

Whether they are day students or boarding students, school ends at 11:50 and they must be in the classroom for afternoon practice at 12:50.

The so-called "afternoon practice" is a short test paper given by the teacher during evening self-study, which must be completed within 45 minutes.

Submit before the end of lunch break, and we will review and discuss it together during evening self-study that day.

This kind of teaching pace leaves both teachers and students exhausted.

But that's what senior year of high school is like—

If you're not busy or tired, you've wasted your senior year of high school.

Chen Zhou, panting heavily, rushed back to the teaching building with Jiang Xia and sprinted to the classroom door.

Even though I won the lottery, I still have to go to school.

At this moment, the homeroom teacher, Shen Enxi, had already arrived in the classroom.

Shen Enxi is a newly hired female teacher at the school. She is quite beautiful and has an exceptional figure.

Known as the "Goddess Teacher" of No. 2 High School, she is a true "god girl".

If you could add some music and dance a couple of times on TikTok, I wonder how many likes and saves you would get.

Of course, this is for viewing purposes only.

The derivative of a value that exceeds the bottom line cannot be differentiated.

(End of this chapter)