When Zheng Ming heard this, his eyes showed a little surprise, and the smile on his face also faded a bit, "Junior sister, continue."

Lingchu smiled and said, "This wealth comes from heaven. Naturally, it doesn't come from a legitimate name. It's from gambling. It's a big windfall."

The smile on Zheng Ming's face suddenly disappeared, and he frowned tightly.

Immediately, he subconsciously looked at Yan Chen, "Have you told her everything about me?"

Yan Chen's face was expressionless, "What's the matter?"

Zheng Ming choked and then remembered that he really hadn't told Yan Chen about this.

There is actually nothing wrong with Zheng Ming, he just likes to go to underground boxing rings to place bets.

The money I bet each time is not much, I just want to vent my anger, and I like the thrill of the fist-and-pound competition.

The day before yesterday, when it was time for boxing betting, he went there.

He was not in a good mood that day and didn't want to have fun at all.

The two people fighting on the spot, one was a thin pretty boy, and the other was a victorious general in the boxing ring.

Everyone present was betting that the victorious general would win.

Seeing that only General Chang Sheng's side at the gaming table had people placing bets, Zheng Ming felt a little panicked. Out of rebellion, he placed a sum of money on the pretty newcomer's side.

After finishing it, he actually regretted it.

After all, looking at that thin pretty face at that time, it was certain that he would lose.

Zheng Ming's money is equivalent to wasted money before.

But the rules of the casino are that once you place a bet, you cannot go back on it.

Zheng Ming could only regret it silently, thinking secretly that he should not have come, and that he would be even more unlucky.

But the final result surprised everyone.

That thin pretty boy actually defeated the victorious general in three moves.

The entire boxing ring was silent at that time.

Zheng Ming also received a large amount of compensation after the incident.

At that time, the odds of being a skinny pretty boy were one to ten.

Zheng Ming placed a bet of 1,000 star coins and directly received 10,000 star coins.

This is indeed a windfall for Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming was quite happy. He went back with the money and invited his classmates to have a supper.

However, Yan Shen died that day.

Yan Chen spends all day in the research room, so he doesn't say this casually.

He basically never participates in any group activities. He is either in the research room or on the way to the research room every day.

Zheng Ming could only drag him out once in a while.

However, at that party, Zheng Ming did not tell his classmates where the money came from.

After all, betting on black boxing is not a good thing to talk about.

Zheng Ming never expected that Lingchu would know about this.

Thinking that he hadn't told anyone, Zheng Ming asked with confusion: "Sister, where did you hear about these things? Could it be that you were there that day?"

Lingchu blinked, "Senior Zheng Ming, do you look like me?"

Zheng Ming looked at her little arms and legs. She really didn't look like someone who would go to a boxing match...

Zheng Ming scratched his head, "Then I don't know. How did you know about this?"

Lingchu curled his lips and said, "Senior, didn't I tell you this? I can see this from your face."

Recalling what Lingchu had just said, Zheng Ming touched his nose and said, "You said just now that you could see it from my nose. Is that true? I, there is no writing on my nose."

Lingchu laughed, "It's not just writing, reading is actually a science. It's just that we did take detours in the process, but now whether we have taken detours or not, they have all disappeared. You don't know much about it. In addition to this windfall, Senior Zheng Ming

Lately, I’ve been really happy in the casino, but I’ve been disappointed in love.”

Zheng Ming's face tightened and he looked a little unnatural, "This...is this what you saw again?"
Chapter completed!