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"No."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard: "What?"

I said, no need to add more.

Zhang Yifan folded the scratch-off lottery ticket and put it in his pocket.

"What happened just now was a joke, please don't take it to heart. But sir, please don't make fun of young people so easily in the future. Luck is unpredictable, and sometimes, luck is also a part of ability."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Finally, he lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his face, his voice muffled: "You kid... I, Old Zhou, am convinced, truly convinced."

"That's enough, everyone, let's all go home."

The lottery shop owner greeted Zhang Yifan and slipped a business card into his hand.

"Young friend, come again next time! Our doors are always open for you!"

Zhang Yifan nodded and walked out of the lottery shop amidst the complicated gazes of the crowd.

Behind me, I could still hear the chatter of the lottery players.

The words "A student from No. 1 Middle School," "That's amazing," and "I'll go back and tell my son" were blown away by the wind.

Zong Wen followed closely behind Zhang Yifan like a tail, his mouth never stopping since they left the lottery shop.

"Yifan, when you just said 'luck is also a part of ability,' I almost knelt down in admiration!"

"You're so calm! That's 300,000! How can you stay so composed? Did you already know you'd win? Tell me the truth, have you been modified by aliens?"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and grabbed Zhang Yifan's arm.

"From now on, you're my savior! You just treated me to a bowl of ramen for lunch, next time you have to treat me to something nice!"

"Please! What would you like to eat? Please."

"You said it! I'll have to think about it carefully. Quanjude? Too far. Seafood buffet? No way, that's too cheap for you, I'd feel like I'm losing out. How about we just give you cash instead..."

"Get out of here!"

The two bickered all the way to school.

Zongwen was still counting on his fingers, "If 300,000 yuan could be exchanged for one-yuan coins, could it cover the entire playground?", when Zhang Yifan slapped him on the back of the head, which finally made him quiet down.

When I got back to school, evening self-study hadn't started yet, but the campus was already bustling with activity.

On the playground, physical education students were practicing late into the night, while the teaching building was brightly lit, and groups of students chatted by the railings in the corridors.

The senior high school building is always the brightest building on the entire campus, like a lighthouse that never goes out.

Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen had just reached the bottom of the teaching building when they heard several boys gathered together. The one in the middle was talking animatedly, his spittle almost flying onto the face of the person opposite him.

"It's true! I saw it with my own eyes! Right there at the lottery shop near the school gate, a boy in a senior high school uniform bought a scratch-off ticket and won 300,000 yuan! The grand prize! The shopkeeper confirmed it on the spot, it's genuine!"

"Three hundred thousand?! Are you sure it's not three hundred thousand?"

"Three hundred thousand! I heard it clearly! The boss shouted 'Grand Prize: Three hundred thousand yuan!' I even took a picture, although it's a bit blurry—"

"Wearing a senior high school uniform? Which class are they in? What do they look like?"

"I didn't squeeze in, I just took a look from afar. Anyway, he was wearing our school's blue and white uniform, and he was quite tall. He was with a classmate, and the two of them were running there. I happened to run into them when I came out of the convenience store at the entrance."

Zong Wen and Zhang Yifan exchanged a glance.

Zong Wen's expression instantly became extremely subtle.

The corners of his mouth were turning up, but he forced them down with his willpower, his whole face looking like he was trying so hard to suppress his laughter that he was internally injured.

He reached into his pocket and pinched his thigh hard, afraid that he might burst out laughing on the spot.

Zhang Yifan's expression remained completely unchanged. He walked past the boys without batting an eye, his pace neither fast nor slow, and he even slightly stepped aside to let a younger student running towards him pass.

He lowered his voice and said to Zong Wen, "Don't make a fuss, just keep quiet and make your fortune."

"I understand, I understand, keep it low-key."

Zong Wen covered his mouth and nodded, his voice escaping through his fingers, tinged with obvious amusement.

"Keep quiet and make a fortune, I know. You keep quiet, I'll remember this for you, just don't keep quiet when you treat us to a meal later."

The two went up the stairs and headed towards Class 9's classroom.

The classroom was as noisy as ever before evening self-study, with some people rushing to finish their homework and others discussing the math problems from the afternoon.

As Zhang Yifan walked towards his seat, he habitually glanced at the row in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

Lin Wanqing was currently slumped over her desk, while Zhao Rong stood beside her looking anxious, as if trying to comfort her.

Zhang Yifan didn't pause or glance at it again. He went straight to the last row, sat down, and took out the test paper he needed for that evening from his drawer.

Zong Wen sat down as well, and was about to continue the previous conversation when he suddenly caught a figure rapidly approaching out of the corner of his eye.

After recognizing who it was, the smile on his face vanished instantly, and he nudged Zhang Yifan with his elbow.

"Yifan, Zhao Rong is here again."

Zhang Yifan raised his head.

Zhao Rong was walking briskly towards the last row, her expression completely different from when she came to confront him at noon.

At noon, he was full of arrogance and smug satisfaction at his successful scheme, but now he is genuinely anxious, his brows furrowed and his lips tightly pursed.

She walked up to Zhang Yifan's desk, and instead of putting her hands on her hips and pointing her nose like she did at noon, she lowered her voice and spoke with a deliberate earnestness.

"Zhang Yifan, Wanqing hasn't eaten dinner again."

Zhang Yifan didn't say anything, he just looked at her.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Rong continued, "You saw that she was taken to the infirmary at noon. Her low blood sugar was so severe that the school doctor said she had to eat on time. But she didn't eat anything tonight. I went to the cafeteria and got her a meal, but she didn't touch it. She wouldn't listen to anything I said and just kept lying on the table. I'm worried that her body really won't be able to take it if this continues."

She paused, her expression becoming even more earnest, radiating an aura of deep concern for her best friend.

"Could you go over and talk to her? She listens to you. Really, she always listens to whatever you say. Just go over and say a few words to her, persuade her to eat, and maybe buy her some bread at the convenience store while you're at it. She didn't eat much for lunch, and if she doesn't eat tonight, she'll definitely faint again tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhang Yifan expectantly, waiting for him to drop everything and rush over without saying a word, just like he had done countless times before, as soon as he heard that Lin Wanqing was in trouble.

Then she saw that Zhang Yifan's expression remained unchanged.

"Are you done talking?" Zhang Yifan's voice was as calm as a mirror.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and before she could respond, Zhang Yifan continued speaking.