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Chapter 8 [Isn't this anchor really a bamboo shoot? 】

Magic City.

The gate of the third elementary school.

Shen Jingbing opened the lottery booth.

Seeing the words "free lottery draw", many interested parents gathered.

An old man with gray hair and vegetables in his hands passed by and asked:
"Young man, how do you draw this prize?"

Shen Jingbing smiled, pointed to the activity rules on the cardboard, and asked:
"Is the old man going to pick up the kids from school?"

Seeing that the students could only draw prizes, the old man nodded and said:

"That's right, come and pick up my grandson, he will study well."

Shen Jingbing smiled slightly, and responded with a pun:
"Study well? That's great."

The old man narrowed his eyes, staggered forward, and asked with his head:
"By the way, what kind of prize are you drawing for this lottery?"

Shen Jingbing shook his head, said with a mysterious smile:

"I can't disclose it for the time being. Wouldn't it be boring to tell the prize?"

The old man nodded, approved the sentence, and asked:

"You can only draw a lottery for students? Then I can bring my grandson later, can I?"

Shen Jingbing nodded repeatedly:
"of course can!"

Hearing this, the old man nodded, took two steps back, and stood by the stall.

The other onlookers also knew the rules of the lottery, and they all stood aside and waited to watch.

Shen Jingbing looked around and found that most of the onlookers were about the same age as the old man.

Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help laughing and said:
"Grandson: Grandpa, you and my grandson are together, why did you harm me for no reason?"

"Elementary monk: my happiness will be sad!"

"Anchor: Can you speak? We are working hard to cultivate the flowers of our motherland!"

"Elementary student: Have you ever felt pain? (Sharingan, open!)"

"It hurts! It hurts too much!!"

"However, one thing to say, I feel that all the people who come to join in the fun are old people?"

"Bad, it's just that the elderly like these activities. If it were us, they would probably ignore them."

"..."

Soon, as the bell rang, elementary school students came out in groups.

Seeing that the good show is about to start, the audience in the live broadcast room can't hold back anymore:

"Here we come, elementary school monks are over from school!"

"The victim finally showed up, labor and management are so fucking looking forward to it!"

"Upstairs, you are really not human. Unlike me, I only feel sorry for my younger brothers and sisters."

"I'm a college student, so I can't see that elementary school students have less homework."

"Stupid children, run fast!! run fast!!!"

"The anchor is too bad, why are you targeting the flowers of our motherland? By the way, can we give two copies as prizes?"

"Upstairs!"

"..."

The student queue crossed the road and dispersed.

Shen Jingbing's stall is on the sidewalk, and the "free lottery draw" on the bright red cardboard is very eye-catching.

All of a sudden, many primary school students gathered together.

But when they saw the rules of the lottery, they couldn't help showing disappointment.

Most of these elementary school students who came together have not yet found their parents.

There was only a bold little chubby man carrying a red schoolbag, who excitedly asked Shen Jingbing:

"Boss, if you have parents, you can draw a lottery?"

Shen Jingbing nodded in response.

Hearing this, the little fat pier ran out immediately, and quickly dragged his mother to squeeze in.

His mother squeezed and said:
"Hey, free lottery?"

"Boss, let my son draw one! He loves lottery draws the most!"

Hearing this, the audience in the live broadcast room launched barrages one after another:
"Hahaha, die of laughter, return his favorite lottery!"

"Slow-selling exercise book: I love the lottery too."

"Anchor: You won't love after a while!"

"Is there a possibility that Xiaopang's favorite lottery is not like this."

"Don't look at the little fat man who is smiling happily now, but he won't be able to laugh later."

"This anchor is so bad, I really love him!"

"..."

The little fat man squeezed in again, looked at Shen Jingbing with starry eyes, and asked:
"Boss, my mother is here."

"Is it possible to draw a lottery?"

Shen Jingbing carried the lottery box up, nodded and said:
"Come on, kid, you can start the lottery draw!"

Little Fatty just wanted to reach out to grab the lottery ticket, but was stopped by his vigilant mother, who asked:
"Boss, what are the rules for this lottery?"

"Is the prize given after drawing?"

Shen Jingbing was not angry either, and said calmly:

"For company events, the lottery is free, and only students accompanied by their parents are allowed to draw."

"One person has three chances, and the draw will be drawn with three winners."

Hearing that there were no traps, Xiaopang's mother didn't say anything.

At this time, the little fat pier bit his finger and said excitedly:
"Boss, I'm starting to smoke!"

Seeing this scene, the netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't hold back and laughed one after another:
"Three lucky draw chances, basically you must win!"

"Whoever comes is unlucky!!"

"Seeing the smile on Xiaopang's face, I couldn't help but mourn for him for three seconds."

"Laughing to death, there are really people who take the initiative to add homework to themselves."

"I know a little about facial expressions, but this chubby is a bit stingy about facial expressions. It would be strange if he didn't let him finish writing the exercise book!"

"Little Fatty: I didn't check the calendar when I went out today."

"Elementary school students: don't look at the anchor, I like you very much now, but soon I will hate you."

"Hahahaha, this primary school student is too pitiful, he just wants to draw a prize, what's wrong, why did you give him a workbook?"

"Isn't this anchor too bamboo shoots!?"

"..."

Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers and the netizens in the live broadcast room, Xiao Pangdun stretched out his round hands and grabbed towards the lottery box.

Taking out a white note, Xiaopang lit it up, and saw four large characters:

"Thank you for participation!"

Some of the onlookers sighed, some cheered and said:

"Little friend, there are still two chances, and I will definitely win!"

Hearing this, netizens in the live broadcast room scrolled:

"This passerby is really friendly!"

"I'm sure I'll win, Xiaopang: Thank you!"

"This chubby is lucky. He got a golden body for the first time. I wonder if he can get together a resurrection armor and a famous sword."

"In terms of probability, it's quite difficult, right?"

"Yeah, I remember that the anchor wrote 'Congratulations on winning' and 'Thank you for participating' in half. The probability of not being drawn three times is one in eight."

"Laughing, the anchor is too gentle, right?"

"I was worried that the child would not win the draw, so I deliberately asked him to draw three times."

"Children who learned the truth: Don't come here!"

"..."

Seeing Xiaopang's first attempt failed, Shen Jingbing smiled softly and encouraged:
"There are two more chances, let's try again, kid!"

With that said, Shen Jingbing brought the lottery box closer to make it easier for the little chubby to draw.

Xiaopang exhaled softly, encouraged himself and said:

"There are two more chances, I'm sure I can get them!"

"come on!"

With that said, Fatty started the second lottery draw.

He pulled out the second note without hesitation, opened it, and saw five large characters written on it:

"The book has been signed!"

……

The signing site is coming soon, Sahua.

Welcome to collect and follow up.

Brothers, if you have any challenge ideas, you can also send them to the comment area or this chapter, and I will take a peek.

(End of this chapter)