Hand Tractor Competition Invitation

"Put in a lottery ticket: 01, 07, 10, 18, 25." Su Lin emerged from the street lottery kiosk with his ticket and said to Yi Donglai, "If I don't win five million, that debt passes to you."

Yi Donglai stood frozen, holding his younger sister's hand. He watched Su Lin vanish into the crowd, and cold sweat broke out all over him.

Never mind where this sudden five million had come from. The debt Su Lin mentioned probably wasn't as simple as money.

After buying the ticket, Su Lin returned to the Gospel Church, where he usually stayed. He found a pew and sat down. He had planned to do a little shopping before leaving, but one look at the long string of digits in his account drew a laugh from him. He hardly knew whether to laugh or cry.

Honestly, he was having a pretty good time living this wish-fulfillment life.

Su Lin thought back over this life, half asleep and half awake, like a lucid dream.

As an ordinary person, he had once fantasized about a high school and college life where he could come first in exams with his eyes closed, with a few hot-blooded adventures thrown in.

As he slowly reminisced, a faint smile curved his lips. Without turning around, he asked Meng Qi, who had entered the church carrying a suitcase:

"Finished saying goodbye to your family?"

"We had a meal. I told them I was going abroad for a research project." A hand-knitted scarf was wrapped around Meng Qi's neck as he came over to Su Lin, bringing a gust of cold air and a cloud of white breath with him.

He would still return to this world from time to time to see his family here, so he wasn't too sad or reluctant