Chapter 27: The King of Luck

As the two of them passed by, Zhang Little Rabbit pointed at the classroom of Class Sixteen and said, “Look, the desk of the so-called talented Miss Lin has been circled with red string. That’s her spot…”

Shi Qingqing looked over. In the corner of the classroom, a desk was cordoned off with red thread, and on its surface, someone had used chalk to write a huge “Lin” for all to see.

It was on blatant display for anyone to gawk at.

Shi Qingqing muttered, “Honestly, do they have to go this far?”

All she’d done was write a love letter to the nation’s most popular heartthrob, Young Master Zhan, on the school forum. Did they really have to dox her like this?

Zhang Little Rabbit replied, “Why wouldn’t they? Young Master Zhan is on a whole different level. How could someone like her even dream of him?”

Shi Qingqing rolled her eyes toward the ceiling.

Just then, a notification popped up: “Ding! Successfully searched for Red Envelope groups… Would you like to join the ‘Spectating Talented Lin’ group?”

Seriously, there’s even a group just for watching the spectacle.

Who cares what kind of group it is—as long as they’re sending out red envelopes, she’d join without hesitation!

Once inside, she found that most people were there to criticize Talented Lin.

The majority called her shameless for daring to covet the nation’s prince!

Some said she must not want to survive in Qingming High anymore...

“Calling herself Talented Lin, but her writing is absolute nonsense!” someone sneered.

Password envelope—grab!

Shi Qingqing managed to snatch twenty cents.

And the conversation continued...

“Missed my chance to see Young Master Zhan in person today—crying over my broadband…” posted another user.

Grab!

Fifty cents.

“Missed out as well, feeling like death…” wrote Sweet South Salty North.

Grab again!

This time luck was on her side; “Desperately Short on Money” won the lucky draw and got a whole one yuan eighty.

...

“Qingqing, didn’t you say you needed the bathroom? Why are you just standing here?” Zhang Little Rabbit asked.

“I suddenly don’t feel like going. You go ahead. I’ll wait here,” Shi Qingqing replied, eyes glued to her phone.

If she moved more than a hundred meters away, she’d have to search for the group all over again.

“Qingqing, your phone’s working again? Wasn’t it broken?”

“Who told you that? Go on, hurry back.”

She shooed Zhang Little Rabbit away.

And went back to grabbing red envelopes.

As Shi Qingqing stood by the corridor, completely absorbed in snatching red envelopes, the crowd around her gradually swelled.

“Ding, new Red Envelope group detected: First Year Tycoon Group. Would you like to join?”

“Ding, new Red Envelope group detected: Heavenly King Fan Club. Would you like to join?”

“Ding, new Red Envelope group detected: Literary Society. Would you like to join?”

...

One after another, over a dozen notifications appeared for groups currently giving out envelopes.

Shi Qingqing was over the moon!

Of course—yes, yes, yes, yes…

She joined every single one.

Now she was really busy—every group was sending out red envelopes.

As soon as she joined the First Year Tycoon Group, she snagged a big one.

“Young Master Zhan is in our second-year area, everyone come watch!” someone called Proudly posted.

Grab! Ten yuan.

No wonder it was a tycoon group—no envelope was less than ten yuan.

Then came a flurry of seven or eight envelope showers; in just a few seconds, Shi Qingqing had grabbed over a hundred yuan...

After sweeping up the tycoon group, she switched to the next group and kept going. Thank goodness her crappy phone was some kind of black technology!

The internet speed was lightning fast—no lag, no delays. Sometimes she’d miss out, but most of the time, she’d get something.

This cycle repeated, and before she knew it, she’d grabbed several hundred yuan in total.

Her personal account now had more than thirty yuan.

Because of this, her phone battery was draining fast—only thirty percent left. Shi Qingqing decided to keep going until school let out, then recharge at home.

She was at the height of her excitement, and the crowd around her kept growing. She didn’t pay it any mind—she just assumed they’d come to gawk at Talented Lin. The more people, the better; that meant even more red envelope groups for her to join…