Chapter 509
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However, Song Ching-wan took a fancy to the game's beautiful and realistic ancient style. She spent a lot of money on it and bought a lot of court suits. Looking at the wardrobe full of beautiful clothes in the game, she was very satisfied.
As for Lu Qidong, he was lying in a hospital bed when he was in his twenties. Twenty years had passed since then, and the times had changed rapidly. In Lu Qidong's era, there were only handheld game consoles to play games. It was not like now, where people could play games on mobile phones.
It was inevitable that she would be curious. As for Lu Qidong, he was a competitive person. Unlike Song Ching-wan, who did quests for clothes, he did quests for the sake of becoming the number one player in the game.
In this game, there was a lucky draw event. The first prize came with generous gifts. Song Ching-wan took a fancy to the first prize's clothes, while Lu Qidong took a fancy to the first prize's equipment. In the past few days, the two of them had spent at least two million in the game for the lucky draw.
However, other than getting a bunch of useless items, they did not even get a chance to get the third prize.
It was said that people lived to fight for their dignity. In fact, it was not a problem to look for Yu Zheng and ask him to open a back door for them.
However, Lu Qidong and Song Ching-wan did not want to ask Yu Zheng for help. Otherwise, they would lose face.
Therefore, they could only throw money into the game. They were not short of money anyway. However, the most infuriating thing was that they did not even get the lowest third prize after spending so much money.
Song Qingwan had seen someone from the same gaming area who was very lucky. He only spent five yuan and casually drew a third-class prize. If not for the fact that the third-class prize was bound and could not be given away, Song Qingwan would not have been able to do that.
Song Ching-wan wanted to buy it directly.
In any case, for the past few days, Song Ching-wan and Lu Qidong both loved and hated this game. They were so worried that their hair was about to turn white. They finally understood why the old man loved to gamble so much. Gambling was just like the lottery. It was really addictive.
Now that she heard Lu Qidong say that he had won the first prize, Song Ching-wan instantly thought of the game. She pushed away Houston, who was still hugging her, and said, "No, no, let me see! Let me see! "
She looked exactly like a depraved internet addict.
Hughes: "…"
"It's really the first prize!"
Song Ching-wan pulled out Lu Qidong's phone and saw the first prize equipment. She also saw the announcement in the entire gaming area. It was a big banner celebrating Lu Qidong winning the first prize. Song Ching-wan was shocked. "Was this really done by Li Li?"
Lu Qidong pressed his hand to his chest. He couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. "Of course. I didn't expect Li Li to be so lucky. She actually won the first prize!"
Song Ching-wan knew the probability of winning the first prize. It was 0.00023%, which was almost zero. It was even lower than the probability of Lu Qidong waking up from his coma. So far, no one in the gaming area had won it.
Song Ching-wan calmed down after her excitement. As if to confirm her guess, she clicked on her game and pulled the little girl's hand. "Li Li, help Auntie draw one too."
With a "plop", one of the little girl's two melon seeds fell to the ground.
The little girl's saliva was still on the tip of the melon seed. Obviously, half of the melon seed had already entered the little girl's mouth. Unfortunately, before she could bite it open, Song Ching-wan tugged at it. The little girl's hand trembled and the melon seed fell out again.
The little girl looked like she was about to cry.
But she didn't dare to cry. She had cried earlier, and her tears had wet her face. When the cold wind blew again, her face would hurt.
Song Ching-wan saw that the little girl kept staring at the melon seed and misunderstood. She said the same thing as Lu Qidong, "It's okay, it's okay. Someone will come and clean it up later. Don't worry."
How could the little girl not worry? She was so worried that she wanted to cry. She only had one melon seed left.
In the entire house, there was only one melon seed that wasn't on the ground.
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She really wanted to eat melon seeds.
No.
She couldn't cry.
It would hurt.
Therefore, the little girl's eyes were red and she looked pitiful and listless. Just one look at her would make people want to hold her in their arms and comfort her.
But Song Ching-wan and Lu Qidong were immersed in the little girl's unique talent and incredible luck. They didn't notice the difference in the little girl.
The little girl poked the screen unhappily.
Song Ching-wan stared intently at the screen. Lu Qidong also leaned over. After seeing the first prize on the screen, the two of them looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
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