Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 22 I like small things
Eight o'clock in the morning.

On the only route to school, Zhang Xiaoming from Class 1, Grade 5 was very happy.

His uncle's visit last night gave him a rare boost in his pocket money, something he usually struggles to afford.

One hundred dollars.

This is not comparable to a small amount of money like one dollar and fifty cents.

Money is the best way to nourish a person.

He, who used to be stingy and would stretch every penny to its limit, was unusually proud and strutting around today, exuding an air of wealth.

Classes don't start until 8:30, and with plenty of time before class, he planned to go to the convenience store near the school gate to buy a few packs of card games.

All the cards he had saved up were lost to his friend after one of them was borrowed.

Zhang Xiaoming was very dissatisfied.

He felt that the reason he lost all his cards last time was because he didn't throw them hard enough and his movements weren't graceful enough.

After reviewing his performance for several days, he was determined to win back all the cards he had lost.

With this in mind, Zhang Xiaoming, carrying a huge sum of 100 yuan, walked even more lightly.

The crowd gathered not far away temporarily aroused his curiosity.

A bookstore.

A makeshift table was set up at the entrance using two plastic stools and a wooden plank.

Among the dazzling array of goods, there was the card that Zhang Xiaoming had been longing for, a high-quality card with an Ultraman design.

Zhang Xiaoming's pace slowed down until he stopped next to the bookstore.

"Oh dear, another consolation prize!"

"What a pity, you've smoked it so many times already."

"Yeah, what if all the prizes in this box are consolation prizes?"

"Also a possibility."

"..."

The craning head looked toward the makeshift table.

A cuboid is divided into dozens of grids.

Many of the squares have been poked through.

Zhang Xiaoming stayed to the side and observed for a while before he learned the specific rules of the game.

For just one yuan, you can choose any box from this lucky draw.

After puncturing it, take out the paper strip inside.

The prizes listed are: first prize is a cash reward, second prize is a card pack, third prize is a second chance, and consolation prize is a library voucher.

The rules are clear and easy to understand.

With his hand hanging by his side, Zhang Xiaoming touched the pocket containing a huge sum of money, his eyes fixed on the child in front of him who was poking at the grid.

Seeing the other party take out a slip of paper, unfold it, and the word "Second Prize" came into view.

The shop owner handed the note to the man standing by the table. He took the note, verified it, and then took out his wallet and handed it to the man.

The child couldn't wait to open it, and when he saw the rare cards in the Ultraman card pack...

His eyes, no bigger than mung beans, suddenly lit up.

"King of Ultra! I won the King of Ultra!"

"Wow~"

A chorus of exclamations erupted as the gathered children gasped in envy.

The King of Ultra is very powerful; one of his cards can be exchanged for five regular cards.

It glitters with gold and displays seven colors under the sunlight.

Zhang Xiaoming swallowed hard.

He really wanted this rare card.

Even at the small shops near the school gate, you might not find a single rare card in a whole card pack.

However, now, the opponent can easily draw rare cards with a simple grab.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoming was tempted.

He patted the banknotes in his pocket and squeezed his way to the front of the crowd.

He took out his banknotes and handed them to the shopkeeper in front of him.

"Boss, I want to play too!"

The shopkeeper didn't say anything, but simply took the hundred-yuan bill, unfolded it, and stared at it in the sun for a while.

Then, he gave Zhang Xiaoming the change and placed the blind box in front of him.

Holding the change in his hand, Zhang Xiaoming casually poked at the paper inside and took it out.

After he saw the words printed on it clearly.

He was momentarily stunned, then his legs started jumping uncontrollably.

"I won! I won!"

"What? What did I get?"

“First prize!”

The questions from the side made Zhang Xiaoming, whose head was already almost pointing to the sky, even more proud.

Her face flushed with excitement, and she immediately handed the note to the boss.

The bookstore owner took the note, glanced at it, put it away, and then took out a ten-yuan note from his pocket and handed it over.

Zhang Xiaoming, who originally had only 100 yuan this morning, has now reached 109 yuan thanks to Lady Luck's blessing.

Holding the ten yuan he had so easily obtained, he felt a little unreal.

His parents used to give him only five yuan a day as pocket money, but now he can earn enough for two days so easily.

Excitement, thrill, happiness... all sorts of positive emotions filled Zhang Xiaoming's mind.

He got a little carried away for a moment, forgetting that he had only intended to go to the convenience store to buy a few packs of card games.

Lost in the immense joy of winning the lottery, he didn't notice the bookstore owner's smiling face at all.

"Are you still playing? If not, someone else will play."

A whisper, like that of a demon, rang in Zhang Xiaoming's ears.

Suddenly realizing what was happening, he immediately responded with confidence.

"Play!"

More and more primary school students are gathering in the surrounding area.

The few who didn't win at first turned back after seeing that there really was a first prize in the blind box.

They eagerly handed over coins, hoping to be the first to draw one.

I was afraid of being a few seconds too late.

The remaining first prizes were all won by other people.

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No. 16 Middle School, Primary School Section.

As soon as the bell rang, the students in Class 1, Grade 5 rushed out of the classroom.

They, who are usually short of card resources, almost all went out today with several packs of freshly opened cards.

They didn't mind the dust and dirt on the ground, and they were slapping and thrashing about outside the classroom corridor.

Occasionally, gasps of surprise could be heard, and at other times, the wails of the defeated could be heard.

The noise and commotion made it impossible for Liu Wanqiu and Cheng Zhiyan to have a quiet conversation.

Looking out of the classroom, Cheng Zhiyan held a pencil and muttered unhappily.

"Those boys are so noisy, what are they doing?"

"It looks like they're playing a card-throwing game..."

"What's so fun about a few scraps of paper?"

The hand holding the pencil turned around, and the eraser attached to the end was used to try to erase the wrongly written Chinese characters.

You have to tear the paper in the notebook to erase the pencil mistakes.

With a strong blast of air, Cheng Zhiyan gripped the pen tightly once more.

He turned and asked again.

"Go on, tell me about your dad's type."

"I guess he likes long hair... My dad said I look beautiful with long hair."

"Oh...long hair, write it down."

"Also, you have to have a gentle personality."

Liu Wanqiu's normal mood plummeted again as she thought about the frequent arguments her parents had before their divorce.

If the mother had been gentler, the parents wouldn't have ended up getting a divorce.

"Gentle? How gentle do I need to be?"

"Hmm...at the very least, they should not be the type to lose their temper often."

"Oh, you don't get angry often. I'll make a note of that."

After finishing writing the crooked and messy characters, Cheng Zhiyan silently breathed a sigh of relief.

She raised her hand to wipe away non-existent sweat from her forehead, looking utterly exhausted, and was about to put down her pen.

Suddenly, she realized that there was still one crucial question she hadn't asked.

Looking at her friend beside her, Cheng Zhiyan asked with a serious expression.

Are there any requirements regarding body shape?

"what?"

Liu Wanqiu tilted her head to the side when her friend asked her a question.

He stared at his friend for a few seconds before asking with some confusion.

What does "body shape" mean?

Is that area big?

"..."

Following the direction the other person pointed, Liu Wanqiu looked down at her chest.

Suddenly, she understood the meaning of the word.

He tilted his head back slightly and thought about it.

In my memory, the image of my mother, Lin Wanran, came to mind.

She vaguely remembered that her father had talked about things that happened when she and her brother were young.

Back then, because milk powder was very expensive, he often had to work multiple jobs.

Mom's doesn't seem very big.

Since Dad loves Mom so much...

That is to say...

"Not big."

She responded weakly, but her voice was so soft that even her deskmate, Cheng Zhiyan, couldn't hear her reply.

"what did you say?"

I said it's not big!

This time, Liu Wanqiu raised her voice so that Cheng Zhiyan could hear her clearly.

He nodded and continued writing furiously in his notebook.

"I like small ones... I'll write this down."

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