Rebirth 90: I changed my fate by winning the lottery

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On the way home, Ding Mo stopped by Xinhua Bookstore and bought a lot of teaching aids needed for high school liberal arts. The textbooks would have to wait until Monday when he officially reported to the liberal arts class and went to Yu Hongying to pick them up.

Her schoolbag was stuffed full, which made her already short height even worse. Ding Mo seriously suspected that she might be two centimeters shorter by the time she returned home.

Just as he was about to leave, Ding Mo saw a figure standing under the bookshelf in front of him.

This damn first love.

Ding Mo hated the fact that he had a natural talent that allowed him to spot that person's figure in a crowd at a glance after living for two lifetimes.

Qi Zan was leaning against a row of bookshelves, flipping through a thick book in his hands.

Qi Zan helped her find Qi Fang and passed on a message last time. Ding Mo took this favor to heart. Now that they met outside the school again, she should go and say hello.

Ding Mo walked up and stood in front of Qi Zan, and first looked at the cover of the book in Qi Zan's hand: "History of Ming Dynasty".

It was a very thick book, and "History of Ming Dynasty" was the most obscure and difficult to understand. Qi Zan, who was reading it with great interest at the moment, seemed unfathomable.

"Do you understand?" Ding Mo asked, and this question made Qi Zan realize that there was a person standing in front of him.

Poor Ding Mo, she is so small now. When she stood in front of Qi Zan, she was blocked by the book in her hand, making it difficult for him to notice her.

When Qi Zan saw that it was her, he didn't ask questions like "Why are you here?" It was only natural for high school students to go to the bookstore to buy some teaching aids on the weekend.

But he still answered Ding Mo's question: "Not all parts can be understood."

Ding Mo could imagine that it would be very difficult for a high school student to read "History of Ming Dynasty". She herself was a history enthusiast and had studied it before her rebirth. However, the history of Ming Dynasty was sometimes bright and sometimes dark. She studied it for a long time, but couldn't figure out many things, so she gave up in the end.

So when Qi Zan said that he couldn't understand everything, she suspected that this guy was flattering himself, because if he couldn't understand everything, it meant that he could digest most of the content.

Ding Mo felt a little uncomfortable.

Before her rebirth, she had no chance to study her favorite liberal arts. Qi Zan, as the academic genius of liberal arts in District No. 1, undoubtedly made her very envious. But this person also put in so much effort outside of class, it seems that his love for it is much stronger than hers!

Ding Mo couldn't help but stare at him. This man was still so handsome.

Qi Zan is a boy who gives people a very refreshing feeling. His face is clean without any acne marks. He often wears a white shirt as part of his school uniform, and his sneakers are always brushed white.

His eyelashes were long but did not curl upwards. Instead, they drooped down to cover his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his expression.

In addition to his lips that were always slightly pursed, Ding Mo only realized after reading a lot of romance novels that boys with such thin lips would be said to be unfeeling.

Coupled with his quiet personality, it is of course possible that he just had never spoken to Ding Mo, which led her to always think that this person was so cool.

This impression was so deep in her heart that even after Qi Zan thought she was sick and offered to take her home that day, and introduced her to Qi Fang the next day, it was not able to change her perception of Qi Zan.

In fact, it was obviously one of her classmates who was very enthusiastic in helping her.

Qi Zan couldn't read quietly under Ding Mo's scorching gaze. He closed the "History of Ming Dynasty" in his hand and went to the cashier to pay.

Ding Mo followed and eagerly took out his wallet: "I'll pay for this book. Consider it a gift from me to you and a token of my gratitude."

Qi Zan looked at the attentive short man in front of him, frowned and said, "Why do you spend money recklessly now that you have money?" Qi Zan couldn't stand the sight of this nouveau riche trying to please him.

When Ding Mo heard this, he knew that he must have learned from Qi Fang that he had completed a series of operations to redeem the lottery prize. He probably gave Qi Fang 20,000 yuan, and he also knew about this.

"I didn't spend money recklessly, but I thank you sincerely," said Ding Mo.

"But I don't think I have done anything that can be exchanged for this book." Finally, Qi Zan took out his wallet and paid the money, then walked away with his copy of "History of Ming Dynasty" without looking back.

Qi Zan's cold tone made Ding Mo stand there stupidly for a long time. Did he say something wrong to offend him? Ding Mo was puzzled by his behavior.

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The days that followed passed in such an uneventful manner.

Ding Mo said goodbye to his best friend and deskmate, and went directly to report to Class 2 of the Arts Department.

Except for the fact that the Ding family always secretly added more meat to the dishes on the dinner table every night, Ding Mo felt that there was no change in his life compared to before he won the lottery.

The peaceful days passed one after another, until one Friday morning when Yu Hongying ran into the classroom and called Ding Mo out: "Your mother called and said there was an emergency at home, and asked you to go back quickly."

Ding Mo thought for a long time what urgent matter her mother could have that she was called back early in the morning right after a class.

Rushing home, Ding Mo discovered downstairs that the middle-aged women who usually gossiped with her mother were looking at her strangely.

I was even more shocked when I got home. Their house was full of people, and some people were standing because there were no stools.

Ding Zhiping lowered his head and was scolded by several elderly men in front of him.

When Liu Yun saw Ding Mo coming home, he struggled out of the crowd, picked up a broom and chased after Ding Mo and started hitting him.

"I told you to buy lottery tickets! I let you win but you didn't tell your family! You want to keep such a large sum of money for yourself at such a young age!" Liu Yun beat and scolded him.

Liu Yun really beat her hard this time. The father and daughter hid the money quietly, without telling her. How could she not be angry?

"Niece-in-law, don't rush to hit your niece!" One of the old men who had just pointed at Ding Zhiping and scolded him spoke up: "First, let the child explain clearly where he hid the money."

Ding Mo was beaten so hard that it hurt, but she still looked at Ding Zhiping. Her father wouldn't betray her, right?

How could such a thing be known to these people? In the end, Liu Yun and the whole family of his great uncle and second uncle knew about it!

How to do?