Shen Nian wouldn’t dare send links like those from Pinduoduo (PDD)—he’d be too afraid of people laughing at him for being gullible.
But Xia Yanchun even sent him something this personal… Way too flirty, babe. Let’s not do that again next time.
[Xia Yanchun]: Help me cut the price—just one cent left! I’ll treat you to a peanut snack if you do.
[Shen Nian]: Is it really one cent, or ten diamonds, a hundred gold ingots, or a thousand gold ingot fragments? So hard to tell.
[Xia Yanchun]: Help me out! Li Shiyan already cut it down to 400 yuan—you can actually cash it out.
?
Shen Nian laughed.
Out of 60,000 people who couldn’t get it, Li Shiyan actually succeeded?
It wasn’t like Shen Nian hadn’t heard of it before—some people just had insane luck, only needing a few invites to actually cash out. If no one ever succeeded, these kinds of campaigns wouldn’t exist.
Everyone deludes themselves into thinking they’re the chosen one, so they keep trying, over and over.
No doubt, if even one out of a thousand people manages to cash out, it’s a miracle. That’s the cleverness of these apps.
Only the luckiest of the lucky, the one-in-a-million, ever gets it.
But Li Shiyan got it.
Damn, that’s some insane luck. Found you, 37-year-old goddess of fortune.
Just as Shen Nian was about to roast Xia Yanchun, she sent another message—a screenshot of a 400-yuan transfer.
[Xia Yanchun]: Never mind, I got it too.
[Shen Nian]: ?
Holy crap, double jackpot?
Your ancestors burning incense might get you into a 985 university, but even if they were spewing smoke, it wouldn’t guarantee you 400 yuan from PDD.
At first, he thought Li Shiyan was playing the role of the goddess of fortune in the system’s script. Now, he wasn’t so sure—there can’t be two goddesses of fortune, right?
[Shen Nian]: You actually got it?
[Xia Yanchun]: Yep. (Balance screenshot)
[Xia Yanchun]: Both me and Shiyan got it. Stick it to the capitalists! Wanna try too?
[Shen Nian]: Hah, I don’t believe in that crap. Only idiots fall for it.
…
[Shen Nian]: Bro, you there?
[Chen Dong]: What’s up? I’m busy flirting. Still studying? So jealous—I’m stuck holding hands with girls while you get to grind. Ugh, I miss doing practice tests.
[Shen Nian]: Stop flirting. I need your help with something big—gambling and money involved.
[Chen Dong]: Holy crap, Shen Nian, you into shady stuff now?
[Shen Nian]: Yeah, can’t let people know. Promise me you won’t tell anyone in class.
[Chen Dong]: Hold on, I’m calling the cops. Okay, go ahead.
[Shen Nian]: PDD’s billion-yuan cash reward—help me cut the price!
Chen Dong’s status changed to [Typing…] for a long time.
All that typing condensed into a single question mark.
[Chen Dong]: This is gambling and money-related?
[Shen Nian]: Isn’t it?
[Chen Dong]: …
Damn, it really is.
Only when he saw Chen Dong’s profile in the app did Shen Nian feel satisfied.
I’ll split the cash with you—50 cents for some spicy strips.
Half an hour later…
Shen Nian stared at the remaining 0.02 gold ingot fragments and rubbed his chin.
Got played by the capitalists.
The kitchen erupted with sizzling noises. Shen Nian peeked in to see Shen Yue cooking—chopped meat on the board, a bowl of prepped corn beside it.
“Done studying? Tired of cafeteria food? You’re eating at home tonight—my skills have leveled up.” Shen Yue grinned, radiating big-sister energy.
Shen Nian scratched his head. “You sure it’ll be edible?”
“Excuse me? My cooking’s always been decent.”
Hot oil in the pan, minced garlic frying.
“Oops, too much salt—just add water.”
“Used dark soy sauce instead of light. Blacker is fine.”
“Heat’s too high—just add more oil.”
One dish, total chaos. Fresh ingredients turned into a bubbling green skull emoji in five minutes.
Mystery solved: The creators of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf must’ve invented a time machine and stalked Shen Yue for a decade to model Red Wolf after her.
Shen Nian was impressed. Maybe I’ll play Minecraft and get an enchanted golden apple before eating this.
At dinner, Shen Nian took a bite. Barely edible—texture and flavor both disasters.
“Sis, just marry someone who can cook.”
“Shut it, you little brat. You’re really asking for a beating, huh?”
Shen Yue tried it herself and sighed. Okay, yeah, it’s bad. Too much water—not rice, not porridge. Maybe it’s not too late to order takeout.
“Forget cooking. Shouldn’t you get a boyfriend? You’re 25 already.”
“Sweet little brother, say one more word and I’m throwing you into the moat tonight.”
Already pressured by their parents about marriage, now Shen Nian too? Shen Yue was annoyed.
Since when did younger siblings lecture their elders? Backwards world.
People say little sisters go through three phases, but little brothers do too:
Phase 1: “Mom! Sis is bossing me around again!”
Phase 2: “Got a boyfriend yet?”
Phase 3: “Sis, gimme money.”
Decision made: When Shen Nian has kids, she’s stealing them to play with—then returning them only after they cry.
So evil.
After a rushed dinner, Shen Nian washed the dishes, grabbed his English vocabulary book, and knocked on Xia Yanchun’s door.
She opened it, eyes sparkling.
“You got 400 yuan and you’re this happy?”
Shen Nian smirked. Xia Yanchun was undeniably pretty when she wasn’t scowling. One punch and she’d cry for hours.
“You don’t get it. This is the first time an ordinary person ever outsmarted the capitalists. It should go down in history.”
“What about all those free milk tea deals?”
“Those don’t count!” Xia Yanchun shook her head, raising a finger. “If everyone gets it, it’s just a handout. But only a few can actually cut the price—that’s real victory.”
She’d been home all day, radiating lazy softness—loose clothes, collarbone peeking out, even the strap of her bra visible.
“So why’re you here?”
“To study. And for that peanut snack.”
“You didn’t even help me.”
“I was about to, but you got it too fast. Now let me in.”
“Then why are you really here?!”
She blocked the door, pouting with a mix of pride and petulance. Shen Nian froze.
Damn, babe, you’re this cute when you’re happy? You win, Yanchun. Almost let the little head do the thinking.
He waved the vocabulary book. “Exams start tomorrow. I need high scores—help me with English, Class Prez.”
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