luck on thursday

Lin Qingyang hung up the phone, lifted the quilt, and climbed down the ladder from his small attic room. He only had to climb halfway to hear his father and mother's unnecessary quarrel.

"Doris, I must tell you today, no matter what! No matter what! Must! Stop this ridiculous move!"

"Then you tell me, for whom are those terrible debt collectors coming today?!"

"I will pay off these debts sooner or later! You unrealistic dreamer, you still expect to win the lottery to make money?! I'll fuck you!"

"Shut up, damn it! Your words make me sick!"

Lin Qingyang twitched the corners of her mouth as usual, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to go down, for fear of being involved in the battle between them.

He squatted on the ladder and hesitated for a moment, until the old ladder made a creaking sound that he could not bear the weight of, he was startled, and quickly climbed back to the attic.

But the men and women who were arguing downstairs didn't pay attention to the slight movement. They slammed the cupboards and threw plastic stools all over the floor, and there were a few sounds of smashing glass.

Not long after, accompanied by a violent door slamming, the downstairs finally quieted down. The hostess was crying hysterically while beating the floor with her ill-fitting slippers, making a loud noise of stomping on the floor back and forth.

Boom!

There was another violent slam of the door, and the house was finally quiet.

The young man sat back on his little bed silently, opened the curtains and looked outside, the light golden sunlight hit his shoulders, making his eyelashes long and delicate, and his face was delicate, showing a typical and good-looking appearance of a mixed race.

After a while, an angry woman came out from below and walked straight to a car parked not far away. The door was slammed shut with a deafening noise. After a while, the car started and left his sight.

Lin Qingyang stopped looking out the window, but rummaged through the second drawer of the bedside table for a while, and pulled out an old newspaper that was full of creases from a few days ago.

He treasured the dust on the old newspapers, turned to a certain page with ease, and began to read silently.

"...Mr. Fitzgerald announced on the [-]th that a lucky game will be launched in his Fitz Department Store. In the next three months, all the product packages of Fitz Department Store may contain a A small lottery ticket with the lucky number engraved on it."

"As long as you have this lucky lottery ticket, you can redeem the 5000 million prize promised by Mr. Fitzgerald."

5000 million!

This is a number that Lin Qingyang can't imagine, enough for him to live richly for eight lifetimes!

You must know that he was still racking his brains about his tuition fees last month. The two-week Christmas vacation is coming to an end, and he is about to usher in a new semester. They continued to pay his tuition because he was of age and was not obliged to continue to bear his expenses.

And he still hasn't made up enough for his own tuition. The two-week vacation is too short. If it's just for the students to relax, it's more than enough, but few stores are willing to find an employee who can only work for two weeks.

The boy who had just grown up for half a month threw away old newspapers worryingly, hoping to find a suitable part-time job during the last few days of vacation to fill his tuition fees.

It turns out, wishful thinking.

No one wants to work a job with a high hourly salary for a half-grown boy who has just grown up and is still in school, or thinks he is joking. Such a "young master face" actually needs to come out to work Tired and dirty hourly worker?

In the end, the manager of a bakery shop saw that he was good-looking, and thought that girls might like him, so he decided to keep him to work and put him at the front desk as a waving mascot, but the salary was still up to It was less than the amount Lin Qingyang wanted.

It was the day to pay the tuition soon, and the instructor often called him to urge him, even though he was well aware of his situation.

Just now after Lin Qingyang answered the tutor's phone call, he really couldn't make enough money, so he timidly decided to go to the guardians and borrow tuition fees from them - even if the condition is a lot of interest, it has to be done in these two days first. Get this shit out of the way.

Who knew that the couple started to quarrel again, and when they quarreled like this, not only would he not be able to borrow money, but he might even be beaten, which was not worth the loss.

He was still praying in his heart that their quarrel would end soon, but as his father left and his mother cried, getting the money seemed like a dream.

"what--"

He turned over and rolled onto the bed, his slightly curly short hair was brushed away by the sheets, revealing a smooth forehead and blue eyes.The young man's face was astonishingly beautiful, his curly hair brushed past his ears, and it seemed as if he could see white marble and white pigeons flying in the wide square in his eyes.

His good friends once made fun of him, saying that he was whiter than those stars on TV.

It's a pity that it's useless, not even a banknote that can be held in your hand.

And arch enemy tuition.

Oh, God.

The instructor explained that tomorrow is the deadline, and he must pay the tuition fee by tomorrow night, no matter what means he uses; although there is still a way to help poor students, the guardian is not even willing to do such things as family debts Admit it, let alone sign the poverty identification paper.

Maybe even violently tearing up paper and throwing it in his face, telling him to "don't study if you don't have money" - it's not like that didn't happen.

At this time the phone rang, Lin Qingyang turned over, squinted her eyes and picked up the phone from the bed.

It was his friend Wyatt Ashburn, a boy who was trying to lure him out to play. He didn't get good grades. Many people said he went to "that kind of place", so he was called a bad boy, but Lin Qingyang doesn't think his nature is so bad.

"Hi, Joe here." Lin Qingyang said softly.

"Little Mr. Lunn," the boy opposite said lazily, "I have a date with Kavna and the others tonight, will you come?"

"No, you always know that I don't like such activities." Lin Qingyang cautiously declined, he had already rejected enough invitations from Wyatt, whether it was tennis games or kayaking, and all kinds of dates.

Young people in this age group are bold and open, especially sexy girls, who have youthful capital and are keen to participate in various parties to promote themselves.

The boys are no exception, they discuss in private which girl is more beautiful, and it will be more face-saving to take it out.

But Lin Qingyang was an exception. Many people invited him, or put invitation letters in the crack of his dormitory door, but he just refused to go—although it was probably because it cost a lot of money to participate in such an event, there was also a small part of the reason I really can't accept the enthusiasm of the people around me.

The voice on the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment, Lin Qingyang guessed that his friend was going to be angry.

"Joe, you're always like this." Wyatt's voice was clearly filled with anger, but to Lin Qingyang's surprise, the anger quickly disappeared, and he turned to the next topic, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, you don't want to Just don't come. The instructor had a meeting the day before yesterday, and everyone in the class was here, including those unlucky ghosts who never showed up on time. Why didn't you come?"

Obviously, because he didn't pay his tuition.

Lin Qingyang kicked the quilt a little sadly, not wanting to answer this matter: "Actually... I've been a little... the director knows..."

He faltered and mumbled, determined to muddle the subject.

Wyatt could tell at once that he was hiding something. There was a soft creaking sound from the phone, as if someone got up from the bed and walked back and forth across the open space.

"Honestly, Joe, have you run out of money?" He hit the nail on the head.

Lin Qingyang choked up for a while when asked, not knowing how to answer.He also sat up from the bed, crossed his legs, and put the mobile phone to his ear. Wyatt's voice came along with the indistinct electric sound.

"You always go to work at night after school, I saw it," the boy complained, "you want to run away without saying a word to me. Your family doesn't pay your tuition?"

Lin Qingyang couldn't deny it, so she had to admit it: "Yes."

Unexpectedly, the person on the other side hung up the phone immediately, leaving a sentence: "The deadline is tomorrow. Just wait, I will go to join right away."

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