Preparing to Pick Up Money

Shu Xiaonan hadn't noticed that the handsome guy who had stunned her at first sight was walking toward her.

She held up the red-lacquered wish plaque she'd just bought in both hands and jokingly showed it off to her best friend. "See? I told you I'm always lucky. Now that I've got this wish plaque too, I'm a master of wish-granting!"

It was a pretty chuuni thing to say, but at eighteen or nineteen, people's jokes were always full of all sorts of dramatic elements.

Her best friend didn't take the joke seriously. "Wish-granting" was a bit much. In a tone that said, Sure, whatever you say, she replied, "Okay, okay. Then say, 'Guo Tingting will find a hundred yuan in five minutes.' Right now!"

"Guo Tingting will find a hundred yuan in five minutes!" Shu Xiaonan shouted. Then she suddenly remembered something and rummaged through her bag for her phone. "Where's my phone? I need to take a picture of that handsome guy. We're all just passing through, and who doesn't hope their fellow passersby are handsome or beautiful?"

She finally found her phone and opened the camera, grumbling, "Ugh, that guy looks hard to approach. When will a handsome guy ever come up and hit on me...?"

But her best friend had stopped responding several remarks ago.

Shu Xiaonan didn't think much of it. She turned and pointed her camera at the spot where the handsome guy had been standing.

It's technically taking a picture without permission... but he's so far away that all I'll have in my album is a tantalizing side view. I won't post it anywhere, and it won't affect him. It should be fine, right?

But as soon as she turned, she found the lens blocked.

The crowd was packed, and at some point,