After rebirth, I just want to win

Xia Chuan really likes the girl's attitude of paying without thinking, and he likes to deal with this kind of refreshing attitude.

But why was Jiang He willing to lend him money?

They are neither relatives nor friends, nor have they crossed paths.

He only sells his art and not his body, but if the other party adds money, it's not impossible.

"You don't need to show off your skills, nor do you need to sell your body. Oh, by the way, what's the name of the song you sang in the music room?"

Jiang He's eyes flickered, and his expression of 'I'm very curious' was very fruity.

She searched just now but couldn't find the lyrics, so she happened to meet Xia Chuan again and asked simply.

Jiang He is also tall, estimated to be 170 centimeters.

She has a slim figure, fair skin and beautiful appearance. That's it for her ideal girlfriend.

Xia Chuan was startled and thoughtful. It turned out that the other party was just curious about this.

"Take a step to speak."

"Hmm~"

Jiang He nodded and followed suspiciously.

Yang Jia raised her hand and looked at him eagerly, "He is fifty, so there is no need to bend the knee to a woman."

At this time, across the road.

Yu Jiali stared at Xia Chuan whispering to a group of Jiang He, thoughtfully.

After a while, Jiang He left.

If Jiang He didn't look down on him, and Xia Chuan knew this, he would have taken out the gold under his knees.

Xia Chuan put a hundred yuan into his pocket and didn't say anything nonsense about a gentleman not eating his own food.

Right now, he needs money.

"Xia Chuan, what did you and Jiang He talk about?"

"We talked about some topics that only belong to us."

"Fuck, I'll lend you fifty and tell me something." Yang Jia was extremely envious.

Xia Chuan took out one hundred and said, "Brother, I'm not short of money now. Stop gossiping. We just chatted for a few words. Jiang He and I don't know each other."

"Did Jiang He fall in love with you at first sight?"

Yang Jia thought: "Otherwise, why would I lend you money?"

"She took out a hundred yuan and threw it to the beggar on the street. This is called kindness. A hundred yuan is nothing to her. Can it be the same?"

"You mean, she thinks you are pitiful?"

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Xia Chuan sighed: "If you insist on understanding it this way, it's okay."

"Fifty, do you still want to borrow it?"

"You used to be indifferent to me before, but you can't reach me now."

Xia Chuan said cheerfully, walking and chatting with Yang Jia all the way to Yiming Internet Cafe.

"AN94, come on, I agree!"

"Damn it, how can this beeping bullet penetrate the wall!!!"

"Hang it, brothers, hang it!"

Internet cafes that have been around for 10 years are filled with smoke.

At about three o'clock, I left the Internet cafe.

After making an appointment with Yang Jia to play again next time, Xia Chuan rode his ordinary bicycle. Compared with other people's Giant, he really looked like a local dog.

There is just no comparison between this person and others.

Comparing people to death, comparing goods and throwing away goods.

Xia Chuan once did not realize this because he was naive and slow, but he was not unbalanced because he had a father who gave him love.

Thinking of the past, Xia Chuan couldn't help but laugh.

Boys who love to laugh will have good luck.

So, Xia Chuan came to the sports lottery shop with a hundred yuan.

He's here to pick up the money.

He vowed that since he was alive, he should live a more exciting life. Instead of living in an ignoble way, it would be better to live boldly.

The sports betting shop is not big, but there are many people.

Especially when it’s time to get off work, there are more and more people. Because of the World Cup in South Africa, many people who don’t understand football gradually understand it and start gambling.

Some people made a lot of money from it, while others lost everything and paid the price with their lives.

As a fan, Xia Chuan is very familiar with the 2010 World Cup.

"Boss, who will beat whom in the first game of the group stage?"

"It's on the board."

Xia Chuan pulled up a stool and sat down, crossing his legs and looking attentively for a few times.

The first game was South Africa versus Mexico, the host nation's first game. He remembered that South Africa and Mexico drew.

France vs Uruguay.

Bangzi Country vs. Greece.

Argentina vs Nigeria.

Xia Chuan only had 100 yuan in hand, and the odds of winning or losing were not good.

Only by multiplying the buy string multiples can you leverage more funds.

"Boss, if your store doesn't open for four years, it will last four years if it does open."

Xia Chuan joked.

The boss laughed twice: "It's usually a small business, and I only make a little money from the World Cup."

Xia Chuan also smiled, seeing through it without saying anything.

The dealer gives the store an 8% commission. If you buy 10,000 yuan, the store will get 800 yuan.

After a World Cup, the boss will probably make a lot of money.

"I feel that South Africa can win this game. After all, they are the host country and they will give face in the first game."

"Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people. You tell me. If you lose, it's yours."

The boss's face turned dark and he said stubbornly: "South Africa is quite strong."

"Mexico is not weak either. Let's buy a flat one and give it a try."

Xia Chuan is not sure whether the World Cup will change because of him, and he cannot remember all the scores and events because he did not watch every game.

But he vaguely remembers most of it, so the error tolerance is high.

Bao Bao bought a string for fifty yuan, and then bought a score for forty yuan, and did not hang himself from a tree.

"Good luck."

The boss gave him the ticket.

Xia Chuan said casually: "With your good words, business is booming."

"okay."

The boss smiled and nodded, and looked at Xia Chuan in surprise. He was quite good at talking for such a young man.

After leaving the sports lottery shop, Xia Chuan took out the first-prize ticket for Shuangseqiu.

When the time comes, first give Jiang He’s money...

Wait, it seems I haven’t added her as a friend.

Xia Chuan pedaled and forced Jiang He out of his mind.

He couldn't help but think of the sentence 'I just touched you accidentally, but you spread out like a dandelion, and you are everywhere after that'.

Some girls are like viruses, they will spread and affect you even if you don't touch them.

The vast majority of people don't get what they want, and not many of them get what they want.

Xia Chuan can do it and force himself not to think about these things, because he has more important things to do now than falling in love.

The first thing to do is to improve your own life.

After pedaling for seven kilometers, Xia Chuan finally experienced what it meant to be '18 again'.

Eighteen years old, at the peak of physical fitness.

Now he seems to have a vest line and his abdominal muscles have not yet been developed, but he has a set of training secrets.

The bicycle slowly stopped, and in front of it was a road that had rained, was muddy, and was wet by the lake.

There is a dike next to it, and Xiajia Village extends to the west under the dike.

This village is very embarrassing. It is stuck on the edge of the city. The location is not good. It only takes ten minutes to get to the city center. It is good. There is no village or shop in the back.

Ten years later, it was decided that this area would be demolished.

Every household in the village has a building, except for a few who are relatively poor.

Coincidentally, his family is one of the poorest families in the village, a brick house with five acres of floor space.

The chimney is dark, and there is a pomegranate tree pulled from the roadside next to it.

This pomegranate tree was planted on the road to absorb exhaust gas and pollution. It was also the only thing Xia Chuan looked forward to when he was a child.

Hopefully, it will bear fruit.

The pomegranate tree lived up to expectations, but unfortunately the fruit was small, astringent and a bit bitter, and not very tasty.

There are no steps, they are made of stone slabs.

The door is still solid wood, and even the door handle has begun to loosen.

To be honest, Xia Chuan once felt inferior because of his family, and it was obvious at a glance that he was poor.

But even with such a family, he still went to college.

Later, after his father passed away due to overwork, he missed him even more.

Looking back now, this brick house carries so much happiness for him, and his eyes can't help but feel a little sad.

"Dad, I'm back.'

"Woof~"

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