I'm in high school, is my dating system working correctly?

For a moment, the entire lottery shop was completely silent.

Even the shop owner watching the short drama stared blankly at the scratch-off lottery ticket in Lu Yu's hand.

The dialogue from a short drama playing on my phone at three times speed was incessant. —"Impossible, he must have X-ray vision!"

Shen Liyuan stared wide-eyed, looking at the scratch-off lottery ticket in Lu Yu's hand repeatedly in disbelief, worried that he was hallucinating from playing too many lottery tickets.

"Boss, we won."

Lu Yu spoke up, reminding the motionless lottery shop owner.

"Holy crap—"

The swear words that were about to come out stuck in his throat. The lottery shop owner hurriedly took the scratch-off ticket and examined it carefully, trying to find the hidden flaws in the words. But no matter how he looked at it, the words clearly said "win" between the lines.

"Young man, hurry, hurry, help me choose three numbers!"

"Help me choose first. Avoid 3 and 7. Whatever else you say, I'll buy!"

"What's with all you guys surrounding this student? Here's what we'll do: I'm the oldest, he can choose for me first!"

"I don't think that'll work. He just won the lottery; his luck is used up, he can't win again. How about I try my luck for you guys?"

Veteran lottery players, who are very superstitious, gathered around Lu Yu, who had won twice in a row, each time for a thousand yuan, hoping to get some good luck.

In Lu Yu's view, the indifferent and cold words obscured the faces of the old men.

A small but certain stroke of luck has brought some improvement to your symptoms, temporarily ending the frenzy.

The madman's knowledge has profoundly altered the folds of your cerebral cortex, enhancing your vision and allowing you to see more things you've never noticed before.

The effects of the "True Vision" feature have finally ended, and Lu Yu no longer has to have his eyes polluted by those old men's baggy shorts.

After rambling down a few numbers, Lu Yu looked at the lottery shop owner, who had a gourd-like expression on his face.

"QR code for receiving payment".

The lottery shop owner finally accepted the reality and reluctantly handed over his phone.

drop--

1080 yuan received via WeChat.

You have successfully claimed your reward. Keep up the good work and embrace a wonderful life!

really.

Lu Yu pondered for a moment.

If he hadn't pulled that trick in math class, Qin Zhijie probably wouldn't have deliberately kept the class running late, and he and Shen Liyuan wouldn't have come to eat on the back street, and naturally, they wouldn't have won the lottery.

In a sense, the system rewarded Lu Yu by disrupting his fate.

That seems pretty impressive.

"You're really something, Yu Zi! You actually won a thousand yuan! You're treating us to lunch today!"

As soon as they stepped out of the lottery shop, Shen Liyuan put his arm around Lu Yu's shoulder.

"Boys who love to study are probably lucky."

Lu Yu chuckled and shook his phone, which now contained a staggering 3043.7 yuan.

"It's just treating our son to lunch, let's go!"

*

The last class in the afternoon is physical education.

Grade 11, Friday, Physical Education, the last class.

The combination of these keywords sounds like giving people an early weekend.

There were four classes in session on the playground at the same time; the second-year students were in Class 7 and the honors class.

After a simple morning run and a brief lesson, it was free time.

The boys flocked to the basketball court, while the girls strolled around the track in twos and threes, or found a shady spot to stay. Some even sat by the basketball court, supposedly watching the boys play, but their eyes were always fixed on one particular person.

Lu Yu hadn't even reacted to the off-target three-pointer when the opposing player, who had circled back to midcourt, broke through and made a layup with what could only be described as a perfect shot. Lu Yu's team lost and was substituted off the court.

As Lu Yu casually wiped his sweat with his clothes, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Qianyun and Ji Xuan walking past each other on the inside of the track, arm in arm and chatting.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment before Zhou Qianyun turned her head away. Even from this distance, Lu Yu could almost hear the woman's disdainful snort.

"You're crazy."

Lu Yu muttered something.

next moment.

In my field of vision, indifferent and cold words appeared.

Below the threshold of certain death, a single accident can plunge a person into the abyss, and often, those suffering only need a helping hand from someone else.

[Task: Help an old acquaintance in trouble]

[Basic Reward: Skill: Beginner Listening]

ha?

What is an old acquaintance in trouble?

Lu Yu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Qianyun, who had already walked away.

This woman probably doesn't need much help.

He glanced at Shen Liyuan and the other classmates beside him.

Their basketball skills are beyond Lu Yu's ability to improve.

Besides, what kind of skill is listening? Is it hearing more clearly, or hearing some strange things?

Completely bewildered, Lu Yu stood up and decided to take care of his personal matters first.

"I'm going to the restroom. I'll find someone to fill my spot later."

He left a message for Shen Liyuan and then headed towards the teaching building.

There are no toilets on the playground; the only way to get one is to go back to the teaching area.

After washing his hands, Lu Yu turned around and saw a slightly familiar figure.

Cheng Bailu was walking slowly towards the stairs, unaware of Lu Yu at the end of the corridor.

"An old acquaintance..."

Driven by curiosity, Lu Yu followed.

Cheng Bailu climbed the stairs very carefully, her steps a little unsteady.

What Lu Yu saw and heard during the morning exercise session suddenly flashed through his mind.

Oh, I guess it's her period.

He didn't know how a boy like himself could come up with this divination so quickly; perhaps his enhanced spiritual vision allowed him to notice more details.

"You can't go back to the classroom for PE class."

Lu Yu called out to Cheng Bailu's retreating figure as she climbed the stairs.

The girl stopped and looked back at Lu Yu.

"...I've already asked my teacher for leave."

Without waiting for Lu Yu's response, he continued climbing the stairs.

But after climbing just two steps, they heard footsteps approaching.

"Are you on your period? Do you need help? It's on the sixth floor."

Turning her head, Lu Yu was already beside her.

Cheng Bailu pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, then shook her head and continued climbing. The dull pain in her lower body made her legs feel weak, so she could only hold onto the handrail.

But the next moment, Lu Yu had already grabbed her other arm.

The girl subconsciously tensed up, and immediately felt much lighter. After realizing that Lu Yu's movements were very measured, the solid feeling of being lifted up replaced the slight pain, allowing her to relax.

"You guys really have it tough. Zhou Qianyun, your class monitor, her temper is awful when she's on her period..."

Because it was a little awkward to walk upstairs in silence, Lu Yu casually started a conversation.

Cheng Bailu remained silent, but her movements no longer showed any resistance; it was clear that she had shifted her weight onto Lu Yu.

It is very light, very delicate, and very soft.

A faint lemon scent wafts through the air.

Lu Yu then noticed that Cheng Bailu had a bracelet made of jade and beads woven with red thread on her right wrist, and he didn't know where it was from.

The process of going upstairs seemed both very long and very short. The moment they reached the sixth floor, Lu Yu let go of the hand he was holding.

"Thanks."

Standing at the stairwell, next to the back door of the honors class, Cheng Bailu nodded to him.

As she expressed her gratitude, indifferent and cold words appeared in Lu Yu's field of vision.

Congratulations on completing the task!

"It was nothing, you go back and rest, I'm going to play ball."

He waved his hand, then turned around and quickly went downstairs.

Cheng Bailu didn't go back to the classroom immediately, but stood at the top of the stairs, listening to the hurried footsteps gradually fade away.

Then, she pursed her lips, walked to the concrete railing of the corridor, and looked down at the quiet and desolate campus.

A boy in a sports uniform jogged toward the playground.

The setting sun shone through the gaps in the buildings, falling on him and turning his white clothes into a dazzling molten gold.

In the twilight years, tenderness lingers, and even the wind is gentle.

*

New author, new book! Thank you all for your recommendations and monthly tickets!