I have few friends, but many childhood sweethearts.

Chapter 7.7. The Sword in the Hand of a Loving Mother

"Quickly! I kicked him right away, and that fat guy collapsed to the ground like a dead fish!"

During dinner, Xu Qingfan gave a dramatic performance of how he had beaten up the naughty children three times that morning, which amused the adults of both families.

"Alright, alright, look at you, so capable, but your face still got swollen from being slapped." Xu's mother couldn't stand her son's antics and said irritably.

"Fanfan, keep going, Auntie loves to hear it!" Lin Jing glared at Xu's mother and said to Xu Qingfan with a smile.

Even when out and about, you still have to give your mom face. Xu Qingfan stuck out his tongue and sat back down in his seat.

The television was broadcasting news about the Chinese national football team qualifying for the World Cup, and the commentator boldly remarked: "A draw against Samba, a narrow victory over Turkey, and a crushing defeat of Godzilla—top of the group and qualification is just around the corner!"

The staff listed a series of data on the electronic board behind them, analyzing the feasibility of the Chinese national football team qualifying as the group leader one by one. They used a lot of professional terminology, and even though Xu Qingfan already knew the result, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

[Could it be that I've transmigrated to a parallel world? ? ? ]
"Let's cheer for the Chinese national football team together on June 4th!"

Xu Qingfan couldn't stand it anymore, so he secretly picked up the remote and changed the channel.

"You brat, switch it back! All you do is watch cartoons all day!" Mr. Xu gave his son a flick on the forehead, snatched the remote, and switched back to the sports channel.

Not recognizing a kind heart, Xu Qingfan gave his father a resentful look. By June 4th, there were at least 8,000 to 10,000 television sets smashed across the country.

"what!!!"

"Waaaaah! Ahhh!!"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The once quiet Lotus Courtyard was suddenly filled with the sound of a pig being slaughtered, and the dogs downstairs started barking at the noise.

"Who's got the guts to cause trouble here!"

Xu's father and Xia's father grabbed something and ran out.

Xu Qingfan also wanted to run out to see the excitement, but his mother quickly pulled him back, and unsurprisingly, he received another flick on the head.

"You join in every little commotion. I'd rather have given birth to a piece of char siu than to you!" Xu's mother glared at him angrily.

"Alright, alright, you're still just kids." Lin Jing hugged the aggrieved Xu Qingfan onto her lap and said with a smile.

“Our little one is so sweet, how about being Auntie’s daughter?” Xu’s mother followed suit and picked up Xia Xiaoxiao and put her on her lap.

"No!" Xia Xiaoxiao sat obediently on Xu Ma's lap, but refused.

"Why?"

Both families were very curious.

"Then I won't be Xu Qingfan's sister anymore! I don't want to be that annoying girl's sister!" Xia Xiaoxiao pouted and looked at Xu Qingfan.

"Hahaha, our Fanfan is not a nuisance at all." Lin Jing gave her daughter a reproachful look.

"Then Auntie will give Xiaofan away, and you can be Auntie's daughter, okay?"

"Ah! No!!" Xia Xiaoxiao didn't realize that Xu's mother was joking. When she heard that Xu Qingfan was going to be given away, she immediately panicked.

The two adults burst into laughter again.

In fact, Lin Jing is only three or four years older than Xu Qingfan.

He felt a ticklish sensation in his heart as Lin Jing held him on her lap and inhaled the fragrance emanating from her.

Fortunately, he is still a minor, otherwise the reputation of being a little pervert would never have been erased.

"Auntie, I'll be your daughter, please don't give Xu Qingfan away, okay?" Xia Xiaoxiao quickly added, afraid that Aunt Yao would give the little rascal away.

"Okay, okay, no need to see me off, Auntie will listen to Xiaoxiao."

Lin Jing wanted to make a few more jokes, but seeing her husband return with a strange expression, she turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Cough cough. Hahaha, didn't Old Li's family on the sixth floor just buy a color TV last month? His son was watching TV secretly and was afraid of being caught, so he poured a bucket of cold water on the TV to cool it down. The couple is beating their son right now!"

"Hahahaha, that's hilarious!" "Hahahaha, is the TV broken?"

"Of course it would break! The moment Old Li plugged in the power cord, the TV exploded with a bang!"

"We should fight hard."

"I'm going to take a look." Xu Qingfan made an excuse to get off Lin Jing's lap and jogged out the door.

He ran all the way to the sixth floor, squeezed through layers of people, and finally got to the front.

Xu Qingfan gasped as he looked at the broken feather duster on the ground.

A sword in the hand of a loving mother!

[If my mom knew I stole money to buy lottery tickets, would she beat me like this too?]
"Look at Qingfan, he's so young and he already knows how to deliver takeout for his family. How did he end up with you, this jinx!"

When Uncle Li saw Xu Qingfan, who had squeezed in to watch the commotion, he slapped his son with a belt again.

The other child seems to be in the third grade of elementary school. For someone so old to not know how to cool down a TV with a damp cloth, he really deserves a beating.

Suddenly he was someone else's child, and he was too embarrassed to look at him any longer, so he ran back to the third floor.

"Mom, if I do something wrong, will you hit me like that?"

"That depends on what you did."

"If I stole money from home to buy lottery tickets..."

Before Xu Qingfan could finish speaking, Xu's father was the first to speak: "Then I'll be the first to beat you to death."

"What if you happen to win a million in the lottery?" Xu Qingfan asked tentatively.

"What are you daydreaming about? Do you think winning the lottery is that easy? Stop thinking about these crooked ways and go to your room to study!" Xu's mother slapped him on the back of the head in annoyance.

"The World Cup lottery is really popular this year. I saw a lot of people buying tickets when I was out of town," said Xia's father, who had just returned from the provincial capital, recalling the crowds in front of the lottery shop.

"You can buy lottery tickets for the World Cup?" Xu's mother, who didn't usually care about these things, asked in surprise.

"Long hair, short brains; the prize pool for the 1998 World Cup was already over 100 million yuan."

Xu's mother gave him a warning look, and Xu Aiguo instantly deflated.

"Didn't they say on TV that the Chinese national football team is a sure win? Is betting on them just throwing money away?" Lin Jing recalled the analysis of the qualification on TV.

"Don't listen to the nonsense on TV. Samba and Turkey are top teams. It would be good if the Chinese national team could win even one game." Xia's father was clearly a long-time football fan, speaking the truth.

"How can you curse your own country like that? You have no patriotism at all!" Lin Jing reached out and pinched her husband's waist.

"What you're saying is true. I support the national football team, but that doesn't stop me from betting on their opponent to win. What's that phrase again?"

"Risk hedging?" Xu Qingfan chimed in from the side.

"Haha, yes, Xiao Fan knows more. I call this risk hedging, so I'm happy whether I win or lose!"

Xu Qingfan silently gave Xia's father a thumbs up, for he had actually grasped the highest level of gambling addiction twenty years ahead of schedule.

Winning makes you happy, losing makes you rich, and you're happy too.

"Look at you, so capable! If I find out you secretly take money to buy lottery tickets, you'll be sleeping in the living room from now on!" Lin Jing said bluntly, regardless of how eloquently you talk, if you take money to gamble, you'll get nothing!

"No way, I was just being cheeky. The right way is to be down-to-earth!"

Xu Qingfan strongly agrees with the Xia family's values.

Poison—family ruined, people killed.

Gambling leads to broken families and broken homes.

Huang—Trying to direct everything will only harm you!
However, gambling with a 100% certain outcome cannot be considered gambling. This summer, Xu Qingfan is destined to become a gambling monster!
(End of this chapter)