"Lottery ticket?"
Zhou Qiaoqiao looked at the lottery ticket in Xu Mo's hand and asked curiously.
"Yeah," Xu Mo nodded. "I've been feeling really lucky lately, so I thought I'd give it a try."
"Oh... Did you win anything?"
"Not sure yet. The results aren't out. The draw is at 9:15."
Zhou Qiaoqiao glanced at the time on her phone.
"9:15... That's soon, just a few more minutes."
Zhou Qiaoqiao had never bought a lottery ticket before, and she was somewhat curious about this new experience.
She immediately said, "I'll wait with you for the results!"
She wanted to stay with Xu Mo to see the outcome, not just out of curiosity but also for another reason.
She believed Xu Mo would win.
The reason was simple: Xu Mo's luck was incredible, off the charts!
Not long ago, Xu Mo had stumbled upon an aircraft carrier, which alone was enough to prove his extraordinary luck.
With such incredible luck, was it too much for him to win the lottery?
Obviously not!
Meanwhile, Yang Jingxuan, An Youyi, and Li Jiaxin also joined in.
All three shared their thoughts on the lottery.
"I used to buy lottery tickets when I was in school, but I never won. Eventually, I realized... it's just a scam. The big winners are all plants!" Yang Jingxuan said.
"Exactly, I think the same. The odds of winning a small prize are there, but the big jackpot..." Li Jiaxin shrugged.
An Youyi's opinion was even more extreme.
She shook her head solemnly and said, "No, I don't even think small prizes are real. All the winners are plants."
In their eyes, the lottery was nothing but a complete scam.
Winning was impossible, and buying a ticket was like throwing money away.
In fact, before today, Xu Mo had held the same view as the three of them. He also believed the lottery was a scam, which was why he had never bought a ticket before.
Even now, Xu Mo still felt the same way, but because the system had rewarded him with ten points of luck, he was convinced he would win.
Even if he didn't win the first prize, he was sure to win the second prize. If not the second, then definitely the third.
In short, he was certain he would win. There was no way the money spent on the ticket would go to waste.
Xu Mo checked his phone.
It was 9:10.
Only five minutes left until the draw.
Xu Mo had an idea and smiled at the group.
"Five minutes until the results. Want to make a bet?"
"Bet on what?" An Youyi instinctively asked.
"Bet on whether I'll win or not."
Bet on whether you'll win? That's a no-brainer! Of course, you won't! Without hesitation, An Youyi agreed.
In her opinion, Xu Mo had no chance of winning.
This bet was hers to win!
A bet requires stakes.
An Youyi looked at Xu Mo. "What are the stakes?"
"The stakes... If you lose, you give me a foot massage. And if I lose, what do you want me to do?"
"Deal," An Youyi nodded. "If you lose, you give me a foot massage too."
After setting the bet with An Youyi, Xu Mo turned to Zhou Qiaoqiao, Yang Jingxuan, and Li Jiaxin.
Zhou Qiaoqiao was the first to decline. "I won't bet. You guys go ahead."
In Zhou Qiaoqiao's view, Xu Mo's luck was indeed extraordinary, and he had a high chance of winning, so she chose not to bet.
Seeing Zhou Qiaoqiao decline, Xu Mo turned his attention to Yang Jingxuan and Li Jiaxin. "What about you two?"
"We'll bet!" they said in unison.
"Alright, if you lose, one of you gives me a leg massage, and the other gives me a shoulder massage. How's that?" Xu Mo suggested. Since his feet were already taken care of, he adjusted the stakes slightly.
Both of them hummed in agreement, signaling no problem.
As they spoke, six minutes had passed. It was now 9:16, and the lottery results could be checked.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Xu Mo opened the website to check the lottery results.
The winning numbers for this round of the double-color ball lottery were: 08, 18, 20, 22, 24, 28, and 10. The first six were red balls, and the last one was the blue ball.
Matching all seven numbers would win the first prize, with a single ticket worth 6.7 million yuan.
Matching only the six red balls would win the second prize, with a single ticket worth 70,000 yuan.
"Let me see if you won," An Youyi said, glancing at the results before picking up the lottery ticket on the coffee table to check.
The others gathered around, ready to witness the outcome. They looked back and forth between their phones and the ticket, comparing the numbers.
"08, 08..."
"18, 18..."
"20, 20..."
"22, 22..."
The first four numbers matched perfectly.
By this point, everyone was starting to feel a bit stunned.
Four numbers in a row matched?
Could this really be the start of a big win?!
After a brief moment of shock, they continued to check the fifth number.
The fifth number on Xu Mo's ticket was 24, and the winning number was also 24. Five numbers in a row matched!
Only two numbers remained. If those matched as well, Xu Mo would be the grand prize winner of this round.
An Youyi couldn't help but take a deep breath before comparing the remaining two numbers.
The sixth number on Xu Mo's ticket was 28, and the winning number was also 28. The sixth number matched as well.
With six red balls matched, this was already a second prize.
A single ticket was worth 70,000 yuan, and since Xu Mo had multiplied his bet by 100 times, the prize would be 7 million yuan!
Only the last blue ball number remained. If it matched, it would be the first prize, with a jaw-dropping jackpot.
The last blue ball number on Xu Mo's ticket was 11, but the winning number was 10. It was off by just one digit, missing the first prize.
Out of the seven numbers, Xu Mo had matched six, winning the second prize. With the multiplier, the prize was 7 million yuan.
"He really won!" Zhou Qiaoqiao exclaimed excitedly.
Before the results were out, she had a feeling Xu Mo would win, and she was right.
Although it wasn't the first prize, the second prize Xu Mo won was still a huge amount—7 million yuan, a sum many people could never achieve in their lifetime.
The other three women were completely stunned, their faces filled with disbelief as they looked back and forth between the ticket, the results, and Xu Mo.
To make sure they weren't seeing things, they double-checked the ticket and the results several times.
After multiple comparisons, they finally realized their eyes weren't playing tricks on them. Xu Mo had indeed won—the second prize, with a single ticket worth 70,000 yuan. With the 100x multiplier, the total prize was a whopping 7 million yuan.
7 million... That was undeniably a huge win.
They had lost the bet. Xu Mo had won. He really had won!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
is also known as: "Sword Flying Under the Desk: My School Life" "Balancing Cultivation and STEM Homework" "The System That Taught Me to Take College Entrance Exams While Surviving Heavenly Tribulations" Good news: I got reincarnated. Even better news: I got reincarnated with a system. So, should I chase wealth? Or pursue immortality? Maybe become a superhero for the motherland? But with regrets weighing on this second life, I’d rather fix what I missed before. System: "Host, the cultivation world is full of dangers. You must form your Golden Core immediately!" Lin Mo glanced at the truck he’d just stopped with one hand. "At my level, it’s not like I’ll piss off ‘Little Boy’ or ‘Fat Man,’ right? Whatever—I still have two math problems left. Go play by yourself." System: "How can you still focus on homework at a time like this?! Host! Don’t throw your life away!" Lin Mo stayed silent, burying himself deeper into his workbook.
