Chapter 1480 Little Brother in the 1990s (29)

He thought she was stupid? Her card is probably 300, and he wants to buy it at 50?

"No." Xia Ling said simply.

She kept her hands in her hands, her wealth was not revealed, she knew that the first card would have 300, and she should have hidden it from the beginning.

Now that these few people have seen her, these people are all looking at her, who knows if there is any malicious intention hidden?

Xia Ling scratched off the coating, and it turned out to be 300!

"Boss, I'll redeem the prize!" She left the crowd and went to the newsstand to change it.

"Okay." The boss looked at the excitement, and was going to change it for Xia Ling at this time.

As soon as the scratch card was handed over by Xia Ling, the man who asked to buy her scratch card for 50 suddenly rushed up, took Xia Ling's scratch card and ran away.

The figure was like a rabbit, and it disappeared with a whoosh.

Xia Ling didn't expect this man to be so bold in broad daylight.

"This Nier is too careless, 300 yuan, it was snatched away."

"Hurry up! If I will definitely go after this, I don't know if I will have such good luck next time with so much money!"

A group of people were talking sarcastic words, Xia Ling looked at the direction in which the man disappeared, and didn't want to chase after him.

She has food and drink now, and buying a lottery ticket is just for some cash, only 300, so she won't risk her life to chase after him. What if that person has a knife, what if this is a gang of human traffickers, and there are still people waiting for her?

"Hey, Nier, you have to be careful next time. Be careful when scratching the prize, and don't let anyone see it." The newsagent shop owner also sighed.

Xia Ling nodded to him and turned to leave.

Suddenly, I saw a scratch card dropped on the ground, which was bought by the man just now and hasn't been scratched yet.

She picked up the card and scratched it away.

5...

He actually won the lottery again!

At this moment, Xia Ling had to marvel at the magic of the red rope.

She quickly scratched off the scratch card that only showed a number.

5, followed by three 0s.

5000! The 2 yuan scratch card scratched out 5000!

This is the special prize in the lottery, right?

Xia Ling calmly put away the scratch card and put it in the pocket of his old clothes.

There are too many idlers around here, and she will be easily targeted if she redeems the prize.

The 2 yuan scratch card is commonly used at major newsstands in Fan City, and the validity period is very long.

Xia Ling is not familiar with Fancheng, so she might as well wait for Han Jin to come instead of claiming the prize and becoming fat in the eyes of others.

Han Jin always has a way to redeem the prize without being targeted.

"What? Nier, did you win the lottery again?" Someone leaned over.

"No, I just keep this card as a memory." Xia Ling said dejectedly.

"Haha, that's right, you should be careful outside in the future. The money you got was accidentally thrown away, right?" The man laughed, seeing Xia Ling's excitement, gloating.

Xia Ling didn't want to talk to them, including the newspaper boss, everyone was watching the fun.

If they knew that she lost 300 but picked up 5000, wouldn't they be jealous to death?

And that thief, if he knows that he has stolen 300, his original scratch card is 5000, I don't know how he feels...

Xia Ling thought about it and laughed first.

Good luck, red string!

*

Han Jin arrived at school after six o'clock in the afternoon.

After Xia Ling was busy in the cafeteria, after eating, the students had already returned to the classroom for evening self-study.

Han Jin is a science major. She is in class 21 of the third year of high school, and is in the same class as a group of repeat students.

The freshmen who were in the same class as Han Jin didn't want to be in the same class as Han Jin. The pressure was too great. The first place in the class was more than 100 points higher than the second place. The gap was so desperate that people didn't want to study anymore.

As a freshman, Han Jin was transferred to the best repeat class, Class 21, Senior Three.

There is a strong sense of competition in the class, and usually no one talks to anyone, and the questions are covered tightly, for fear that others will learn their own learning methods.

3 more, and 5 more~