Identity Exposed

In an instant, the customers at the lottery station complimented Lance and tried to obtain a set of numbers from him to win a big prize. However, they returned in disappointment.

How could Lance, who wanted to keep a low-profile, tell them the correct winning numbers?

At this moment, the old man who was crazily scraping the prizes in the corner was especially eye-catching.

After handling the people who flattered him, Lance glanced casually and quickly noticed the old man in the corner.

The old man's hair was already white and his back was hunched. He must be quite old.

At this moment, he was overwrought as he chose his words.

He had originally only come to the lottery station to shop. Unexpectedly, he happened to see Lance winning the lottery. This made him extremely jealous and he resolutely chose to participate in this lottery event.

However, just as he was about to participate, he was immediately stopped. These correct terms seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. No matter how many times the old man chose, he did not hit it.

The old man scratched his head anxiously. He made choices again and again, visibly impatient.

After persevering and spending a full hundred dollars, the old man was able to choose the right words.

When he realized that the slogan was correct, the old man was so excited that he couldn't stop trembling and almost laughed out loud.

After calming down, the old man took a deep breath and looked even more determined.

He remembered the numbers that Lance had chosen just now. When he bought a set of lottery tickets according to the numbers Lance had chosen, he would definitely be able to earn back all the money spent on choosing the event lyrics at once!

Therefore, he happily filled in the numbers and strode to the counter in an imposing manner. He confidently handed the paper filled with numbers to the boss and asked him to print the lottery ticket for him.

Seeing this, the boss did not notice anything unusual at first. He took the paper as usual and prepared to print it as requested.

But when he began to print the lottery for the old man, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

Why are the numbers exactly the same as the numbers of the lucky young kid just now?

The boss certainly didn't think it was a coincidence.

He hesitated for a moment before explaining to the old man, "These numbers of yours were chosen by the little kid just now. The prize numbers had just been announced. This set of numbers is invalid to begin with. Besides, according to the rules of the event, the numbers given are not qualified to redeem the prize."

After the boss explained in detail, the old man's legs almost went weak.

Could it be that he had just painstakingly chosen an activity phrase, and also depleted his brain cells to memorize the numbers chosen by Lance, exhausted his mental strength, and finally, with a clap of thunder, all his efforts were in vain?

The old man felt indignant and wanted to buy the lottery again. This time, he would use his luck.

Lance took in this drama. He subconsciously began to wonder what number this old man would choose next.

Lance began to deliberately watch the old man's every move.

And the old man clearly did not notice Lance's gaze. His heart was all set on the lottery tickets and wanted to erase the former shame and earn all the money back.

Casually writing down a few sets of numbers, the old man began to waver.

He stared straight at the numbers, his expression hesitant, as if he wanted to stare at the cold numbers.

As the old man wavered between the two sets of numbers, Lance raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had thought that the old man was unlucky, but now, Lance saw the old man hesitating in the pile of sure-win numbers provided by the system.

Which one will he choose? Lance rubbed his chin, looking forward to the numbers the old man would choose at the end.

If he chose the right numbers, the old man would get a $30,000 prize.

This was a good opportunity for him to make a comeback!

But under Lance's gaze, luck brushed past the old man.

He chose another set of numbers that did not win and went to the owner of the lottery station to redeem the prize.

Lance shook his head and got up again. He waited for the old man to finish printing the lottery ticket before going to the boss.

Seeing that it was Lance, the boss was instantly curious.

He expected Lance to give him another note full of numbers, but things were going the other way. Lance only deftly finished reciting a set of numbers and asked him to print out the lottery ticket.

The change made the owner of the lottery station a little puzzled, but he did not ask further. He thought that Lance felt that he had earned enough and did not want to buy more.

But after Lance finished reciting the set of numbers, the old man paused.

Of course he remembered that the numbers Lance had mentioned was the set of numbers he had just vacillated with!

Thinking of the results of eight of Lance's ten sets of numbers, a bad feeling arose.

A moment later.

"The winning numbers for this season…"

It was still the familiar sound of the draw.

The lottery station was exceptionally quiet now. Everyone who bought the lottery tickets was focused on waiting for the winning number.

Except for Lance.

Lance was leisurely, half leaning against the seat. He was not nervous or expectant at all.

"This kid is planning?" The old man who was secretly observing Lance muttered unconsciously.

Just as he was about to continue observing Lance, the winning numbers were read out by the mechanical female voice.

"The winning numbers are 5, 6, 9, 13, 25, 28."

It was this familiar string of numbers again!

The old man let go of the lottery ticket he was clutching and looked chagrined.

The lottery ticket landed lightly on the tiles. He was filled with regret.

I should have bought them all!

But there was no medicine for regret in the world. The old man could only watch helplessly as Lance went to the owner of the lottery station to redeem the prize.

…

"You're here again." The boss was especially enthusiastic when he saw that it was Lance. "You hit the jackpot again? There's no one else with such luck."

"It's not bad."

With that, Lance arched his eyebrows and handed the lottery ticket to the boss.

When the boss saw that the lottery ticket had the exact same numbers as the winning numbers, he was shocked again.

"All-all correct? And he won 30,000 USD?!"

The boss's voice was not loud, but the lottery station was already quiet. Everyone present could hear his voice clearly.

This instantly made Lance the center of attention again.

Lance was helpless. He wanted to keep a low profile, but his strength didn't seem to allow it!

"30,000 USD. It's completely heaven-defying!"

"If I can win 30,000 USD, I can brag about it for half my life."

"Brother, you're too narrow-minded. If I win 30,000 USD, I'll brag about it for the rest of my life."

"Little kid, let me suck your luck. Elder sister is really outrageously covetous."

"..."

All kinds of gazes landed on Lance. Even Helen did not completely come back to her senses.

H-hit again?

Her son's luck was so good that she couldn't stop smiling.

Just as they were all immersed in shock, a voice was especially obvious in the crowd.

"Hey, don't you think the little kid looks familiar?"

After this person finished speaking, those who had doubts instantly began to agree.

"He looks familiar to me too."

"Little kid, have you been on television? I usually like to watch live broadcasts. Why do I feel that I've seen you before?"

"…"

"Stop guessing. I'm sure this is the genius young kid who became popular some time ago!"