Love Apartment: South Wind Passage.

Chapter 700: The South Wind of Polar Reversal

"Let me see what the hell you are doing."

The hot-tempered Yifei rushed in first. She pushed away Ziqiao and Zhang Wei, who were wearing tattered clothes, and lowered her head to look at the coffee table.

There were three plates neatly placed on the coffee table, from left to right containing kumquats, steamed cakes, and lettuce respectively.

Right in front of the three plates is a thick stack of scratch tickets.

Yifei was stunned when she saw this.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She turned around and stared at Ziqiao and Zhang Wei with the eyes of a mentally retarded person.

"You two... aren't you guys paying for this stack of scratch tickets?"

"Forehead……"

Just when Zhang Wei didn't know how to explain, Ziqiao had already betrayed him.

"I'm reporting it. This was all Zhang Wei's idea!"

Ziqiao pointed at Zhang Wei and decisively chose to confess: "He insisted that arranging the ticket this way would allow the scratch card to have the good meanings of kumquat (gold, good luck), steamed cake (prosperity, high), and lettuce (making money).

"Zhang Wei also said that if we dress a little poorly, maybe we can move God and win the lottery."

Ziqiao curled his lips, obviously he had long felt that Zhang Wei's idea was unreliable.

"If it weren't for the fact that this stack of scratch tickets was our [common property], I wouldn't have accompanied him in doing such a stupid thing."

Upon hearing this, Yifei lowered her head and exclaimed in praise: "Tsk tsk tsk, you two are really worthy of it.

"That's so stupid and so idiotic."

Yifei put one hand on her waist, patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Zhang Wei, Ziqiao is not well-educated, so he is stupid.

"But you are at least a high-level intellectual. You studied a lot of math, physics and chemistry before. Now you actually start to believe in myths?"

Seeing this, Yu Mo also walked in and said to Zhang Wei, "That's right. If kumquats, steamed cakes, and lettuce were really so effective, those who grew kumquats and lettuce, and those who sold steamed cakes would have made a fortune long ago."

She sat down and rolled her eyes at Zhang Wei: "Also, if poverty could move God, the Syrian people would have been liberated long ago."

"Yifei, Yumo, we are just doing a little experiment."

Zhang Wei was not confident enough and muttered to himself: "It doesn't cost money anyway, just trust me a little.

"It's always okay to try. What if you get it wrong?"

"just in case?"

Yifei pointed at the scratch card on the coffee table and said, "Zhang Wei, you want to try your luck with this thing? When did your ambitions become so low?"

Ziqiao was originally laughing at Zhang Wei silently, but Yifei suddenly changed the subject and pointed the gun at him again.

"And you, Lu Ziqiao!"

Yifei said without thinking: "It's all your fault for leading Zhang Wei astray."

"What does this have to do with me?!"

Ziqiao was shocked but also aggrieved: "This was all Zhang Wei's idea. It has nothing to do with me."

"Pull it down."

Yifei said with disdain: "I don't believe Zhang Wei would be willing to spend money to buy scratch tickets. This stack of scratch tickets must be related to you."

"Yifei, these fifty scratch tickets should have been bought by Teacher Zeng."

Seeing that Yumo had just left him to eat melons, Nanfeng had no choice but to drive his wheelchair in helplessly.

"The two of them made a bet with Teacher Zeng yesterday on fifty scratch tickets. It looks like Teacher Zeng lost."

"ah!"

It was not until Yumo heard Nanfeng's voice that he remembered that he had left him at the door.

She quickly stood up and pushed Nanfeng, whose neck was fixed and whose vision was obstructed, to the side of the sofa.

"That's right. Don't think that I have something to do with you every time something bad happens to you. I was just helping out this time at most."

Ziqiao was immediately proud when he heard that. He turned his head to look at Nanfeng and was about to express his gratitude to Nanfeng, but he was frightened by the miserable condition of Nanfeng in front of him.

"Nanfeng, what's wrong with you?"

Zi Qiao was shocked and said, "Oh my God, who could beat you like this?"

He looked at Yifei in disbelief. After all, in his opinion, the only person who could beat Nanfeng like this was this deadly female devil.

"Yifei, how did Nanfeng provoke you? You have to beat him to silence him."

Ziqiao raised an eyebrow: "Could it be that Nanfeng went to attack Yumo at night... and accidentally touched the wrong person?"

"What a mess."

Yifei rolled her eyes at Qiao: "Can you please stop thinking about the worst possible outcome when things go wrong?"

"Then Nanfeng is..."

Ziqiao paused for a moment before reacting. He poked Zhang Wei, who had been standing there in a daze since he saw Nanfeng, and looked confused, "Is this your masterpiece?"

Zhang Wei swallowed his saliva: "I don't know, I just remember dreaming last night that a traitor embezzled my treasury, and then I used a tiger-head guillotine to chop off his dog's head..."

"Oh my god."

Zhang Wei reacted instantly. He covered his mouth and said in horror: "Nanfeng, I beat you like this?"

"What do you say?"

Nanfeng raised his eyes and stared at Zhang Wei until sweat broke out on Zhang Wei's forehead. Then Nanfeng and the other two burst into laughter.

"Pull it down."

Nan Feng stretched out his hands to protect his neck. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Zhang Wei, do you think you can beat me like this while sleepwalking? In front of Yi Fei?
"Zhang Wei, you really dare to think like that, hahahaha..."

Yifei also smiled and poked Yumo: "See, I said Zhang Wei would think he was the one who beat him. It would be great if you listened to me and blackmailed him. Then I would see the stingy man pluck his feathers."

"and many more."

Zhang Wei felt dizzy listening to the laughter of the three people and had no idea what was going on.

He asked doubtfully, "So Nanfeng is actually fine, and you guys are deliberately acting like this to scare me?"

"No, I am really injured, but the injuries are a bit complicated."

The smile on Nan Feng's face gradually disappeared: "If I must find a culprit for my current miserable situation...it has to be you, Zhang Wei."

Zhang Wei was even more confused: "What on earth is going on?"

Ziqiao also echoed, "Yes, Nanfeng, if you have something to say, just say it, don't always be a riddler."

"Here's the thing."

Nan Feng sighed, “I was in Yu Mo’s bedroom last night and wanted to go back to sleep.

"As a result, Zhang Wei suddenly opened the door and rushed towards me, saying: How dare you, Nanfeng, embezzle my treasury!
"Look, I'm going to chop you off!!!"

Nan Feng made a slashing motion with his hand knife as he spoke: "I only had time to push Yu Mo onto the bed, and I was unable to dodge, so I was chopped off the neck by your [Tiger Head Guillotine], Zhang Wei."

Zhang Wei asked weakly, "And then I chopped your neck like this?"

"Oh, that's not true."

Nan Feng explained, “I was just chopped by your knife and the left side of my neck hurt so much, just like I had a stiff neck.

"When I went back to sleep, my head would unconsciously tilt to the right, causing my neck muscles to tense and spasm due to poor sleeping posture, which eventually led to severe neck pain."

Zhang Wei was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Ziqiao waved his hand: "It means that he woke up from a nap and found that he really had a stiff neck."

"Depend on!"

Zhang Wei was speechless when he heard this: "After all this time, you just got a stiff neck."

“It’s not just a stiff neck.”

Nan Feng said seriously, "In addition to my stiff neck, my cervical vertebrae were also displaced because of your knife attack, which caused the artery to be compressed, making the sympathetic nerves sensitive and causing severe pain."

Zhang Wei was too lazy to pay attention to Nan Feng this time. He turned his head and looked at Zi Qiao: "What do you mean by this?"

Ziqiao shrugged: "He said that he didn't just have a stiff neck, but a severe sprain and stiff neck."

"Oh……"

Zhang Wei now understood everything. He then pointed at Nan Feng's right foot in a cast and asked, "What's wrong with your foot?"

Nan Feng pointed to his neck with a bitter smile: "What I should never have done was to wake up in a daze and try to straighten my neck before I could even stand steadily, so..."

Ziqiao raised his eyebrows in a weird way: "So you can take care of the top but not the bottom, and you lost your balance and sprained your ankle?"

"That's right!"

Nanfeng gave Ziqiao a thumbs up.

"hiss……"

Zhang Wei, who learned the truth, took a deep breath and said, "You are too miserable!"

"It shouldn't be."

Ziqiao frowned and asked, "Your luck is pretty good, right? You just won a prize of 100,000 yuan yesterday. How come you are so unlucky today?"

"If I knew what was going on, would it turn out like this?"

Nanfeng subconsciously looked up at the sky, only to grimace in pain again.

He wailed, “I told you that a lot of bad things have happened to me since I won the lottery, you see, I was right, wasn’t I?

"No, we can't keep this bonus."

(End of this chapter)