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The countdown for X-ray vision is still going on, and there aren't many large-denomination balloons left.

Chen Feng saw a black balloon in the corner, inside which lay a red banknote.

He strode over, tiptoed, aimed the needle at the black balloon, and gently touched it.

"Smack."

Another red banknote floated down.

Chen Feng reached out and caught it.

One hundred dollars!

This is the third one!

The production crew stood there, stunned.

No way!

There were only five 100-yuan bills in total, scattered among dozens of balloons in random locations.

Even the staff themselves can't remember which one is which.

Chen Feng won three times in a row—what are the odds of that?!

【Holy crap! Another hundred-yuan note?! This is the third one!!!】

Three times in a row, it's 100 yuan! What kind of incredible luck is this?!

Could it be that the production team secretly placed some kind of mark? Deliberately trying to generate buzz for Chen Feng?

[Capital is really going too far! Why does everyone get to him? Our brother doesn't even have the right to poke at him!]

Exactly! Give my idol back all the attention!

Stop speculating! If the production team could make markings, they wouldn't have given it to Chen Feng!

Wu Yurong and Yang Fan were completely dumbfounded!

"Did he cheat? Is there some inside story?!" Wu Yurong asked Yang Fan.

Yang Fan didn't respond.

He also had doubts, but was it necessary for the production team to do this?

Chen Feng is someone who's practically lived on the earth's core here!

Jiang Jingyan turned to look at Director Wang.

His eyes were full of questions.

Director Wang spread his hands, his expression both helpless and innocent.

It means that nothing was done.

Jiang Jingyan believes that Director Wang didn't do anything wrong.

Was Chen Feng's winning of 100 yuan three times in a row really just good luck?

She recalled winning 500,000 yuan in the lottery for the first time. At the time, she didn't believe it, but the facts were right in front of her.

Now that Chen Feng has won 100 yuan three times in a row, she believes that luck really exists!

Wu Yurong's mind suddenly started working.

She leaned close to Yang Fan's ear.

"Keep an eye on him. If he says there's a hundred dollars in one of them, you snatch it away."

Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

"You've finally been smart for once today."

Both of their eyes locked onto Chen Feng at the same time.

Chen Feng didn't turn around, but he heard it.

Hijack it? Sure.

He looked up at the balloons, pretending to be choosing them.

With his X-ray vision, he could clearly see the value of every single balloon.

There was a pink balloon in the corner, and inside it was a one-cent banknote.

Chen Feng raised his hand and pointed to the pink balloon.

There should be a hundred dollars in there.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan shot forward as if he had been launched by a spring.

He jumped higher than ever before, toes pointed, arms outstretched, needle aimed at the pink balloon—and poked it!

"Snapped!"

The balloon popped.

Yang Fan landed back on the ground, a wide grin spreading from his lips to his ears.

He reached out and caught the banknote that was floating down, ready to show off his spoils to everyone!

He punctured the hundred-yuan bill before Chen Feng could!

This feeling is even better than if he had won a hundred dollars himself!

however.

The unfolded banknote, however, was only a dime.

Yang Fan's smile froze on his face.

He stared at the bill for a full three seconds, then looked up at Chen Feng.

"One cent! Why one cent?!" Yang Fan demanded!

Chen Feng looked innocent.

"I said 'should,' not 'definitely'! Why are you running so fast?"

"you!"

[Hahahaha! Failed to intercept!]

Yang Fan rushed forward at a speed like he was robbing a bank! But he only managed to steal a dime!

Did Chen Feng know there was only one cent in there? Was he deliberately messing with him?

He only said "should," not "definitely." It's all Yang Fan's fault for being so clever!

[Trying to steal a penny but losing more than you gain.]

Wu Yurong stood behind Yang Fan, her face even more unpleasant than the crumpled one-cent coin in Yang Fan's hand.

Gu Yu watched from the side, still clutching the hundred yuan barbecue allowance in his hand.

Luckily, I wasn't allowed to pop the balloons, otherwise I would have been the one scammed out of a penny by Chen Feng.

Jiang Jingyan looked at the one-cent coin in Yang Fan's hand and smiled.

Jiang Jingyan knew he was doing it on purpose.

She suddenly found this person quite interesting.

When someone schemes against you, don't argue, make a scene, or explain; just scheme back at them.

One cent, no more, no less, just enough to disgust Yang Fan for the entire night.

Chen Feng didn't have time to pay attention to Yang Fan's face, which was wrinkled like a sauerkraut.

The countdown for X-ray vision was still ticking: five minutes, three hundred seconds. He had to hurry.

He looked up and scanned the area; there were still two hundred-yuan bills among the remaining balloons.

One is inside a yellow balloon, and the other is inside a purple balloon.

He chose the right angle, jumped up, and precisely popped the yellow balloon with the tip of a needle.

"Smack!"

A red banknote floated down.

The fourth one hundred.

The viewers in the live chat didn't even have time to be shocked, because after Chen Feng landed, he didn't stop, but turned in another direction, jumped up and popped another purple balloon.

"Smack!"

The fifth one hundred.

Gu Yu couldn't hold back any longer.

Ask Director Wang.

"How many hundred-dollar bills are there in total?"

"Five," Director Wang said.

[Holy crap! So he took all five hundred-dollar bills by himself?!]

Holy crap! What kind of incredible luck is this?!

This is terrifying! It must be a script!

[Writing a script for a nobody?! No way!]

Chen Feng's eyes were still on the balloon.

The hundred yuan is gone, but there's still fifty left.

He saw one, jumped up and popped it open, fifty.

I saw another one, jumped up and poked it open, fifty.

I saw another one, and jumped up to expose it again: fifty.

He's like a machine: aim, jump, puncture, land, aim for the next one—his pace is incredibly fast!

[Fifty! Fifty! Fifty! How does he always manage to accurately poke out fifty dollars?!]

Could he really see inside?! Good heavens, does he have eyes like an eagle?!

Please, give others a break! Yang Fan and Wu Yurong spent ages trying to collect small change, but he bought all the large bills by himself!

[Purely good luck, the kind of good luck that's ridiculously good.]

Yang Fan stood to the side, his envy flaring up.

He watched as Chen Feng's banknotes kept falling, then looked down at the crumpled one-cent coin in his own hand.

"No matter how much there is, tap it now! Every little bit helps!"

Wu Yurong paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

Both of them jumped up and started poking the balloons.

Yang Fan punctured one—a penny.

Wu Yurong exposed one thing—a penny.

Yang Fan exposed another one—another penny.

Wu Yurong then pointed out another discrepancy—it was still just one cent.

"Ah—!" Wu Yurong finally broke down.

She threw the hat she was holding onto the beach.

"I'm not playing anymore! This stupid game! One cent, one cent, one cent! I got eight one-cent coins! Eight!"