Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 700 The South Wind's Polar Reversal

"Let me see what you guys are up to."

The hot-tempered Yifei rushed in first, shoving aside the raggedly dressed Ziqiao and Zhang Wei, and glancing down at the coffee table.

On the coffee table were three plates neatly arranged, containing kumquats, steamed cake, and lettuce from left to right.

In front of the three plates was a thick stack of scratch cards.

Yifei was stunned by what she saw.

It took her a while to come to her senses. She turned around and stared at Ziqiao and Zhang Wei with the look of someone who was looking at an idiot.

"You two...you're not offering up this stack of scratch-off lottery tickets, are you?"

"Forehead……"

Just as Zhang Wei was wondering how to explain, Zi Qiao had already betrayed him.

"I'm reporting this; it was all Zhang Wei's idea!"

Ziqiao pointed at Zhang Wei and decisively chose to confess: "He insisted that arranging them like this would allow the scratch cards to be adorned with the auspicious meanings of kumquats (gold, auspicious), steamed cakes (prosperity, high), and lettuce (bringing wealth)."

"Zhang Wei also said that if we dressed poorly, we might be able to move the heavens and win the lottery."

Ziqiao pursed his lips, clearly indicating that he had long thought Zhang Wei's idea was unreliable.

"If this stack of scratch-off lottery tickets weren't our 'shared property,' I wouldn't have done something so brainless with him."

Upon hearing this, Yifei lowered her head and exclaimed repeatedly, "Tsk tsk tsk, you two are truly worthy of each other."

"That's so stupid, so idiotic."

Yifei put one hand on her hip, patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Zhang Wei, Ziqiao isn't very educated, so it's okay for him to make silly mistakes."

"But you're supposed to be a highly educated person, you studied math and physics a lot, and now you're starting to believe in mythology?"

Seeing this, Yu Mo also came in and said to Zhang Wei, "That's right. If kumquats, steamed cakes, and lettuce were really that effective, the people who grow kumquats and lettuce, and the people who sell steamed cakes, would have made a fortune long ago."

She plopped down, giving Zhang Wei another disapproving look: "And besides, if poverty could move the heavens, the Syrian people would have been liberated long ago."

"Yifei, Yumo, we're just doing a small experiment."

Zhang Wei muttered to himself, lacking confidence, "Anyway, it's free, so I might as well believe it a little."

"It can't hurt to give it a try, what if we win?"

"just in case?"

Yifei pointed to the scratch-off lottery tickets on the coffee table: "Zhang Wei, you're thinking of making a fortune with this stuff? When did your standards become so low?"

Ziqiao was silently mocking Zhang Wei from the sidelines, but Yifei suddenly changed her tone and pointed the gun at him again.

"And you, Lu Ziqiao!"

Without hesitation, Yifei said, "It's all your fault for leading Zhang Wei astray."

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

Ziqiao was shocked and aggrieved: "This was all Zhang Wei's idea, it has nothing to do with me."

Forget it.

Yifei scoffed, "I don't believe Zhang Wei would spend money on scratch-off lottery tickets. This stack of scratch-off tickets must have something to do with you."

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

Seeing that Yu Mo had just abandoned him to go in and watch the drama unfold, Nan Feng had no choice but to drive his wheelchair in.

"The two of them made a bet with Teacher Zeng yesterday, betting fifty scratch-off lottery tickets. It seems that Teacher Zeng indeed lost."

"ah!"

Yu Mo only remembered that she had left Nan Feng at the door when she heard Nan Feng's voice.

She quickly got up and pushed Nanfeng, whose neck was restrained and whose vision was also obstructed, to the side of the sofa.

"That's right, don't assume that everything bad has to do with me. I was just helping out this time."

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao was immediately elated. He turned to look at Nanfeng, about to express his gratitude, but was shocked by the miserable state of Nanfeng before him.

"Nanfeng, what's wrong with you?"

Ziqiao exclaimed in shock, "My God, who could beat you up like this?"

He looked at Yifei in disbelief, after all, in his mind, only this deadly female demon could beat Nanfeng like this.

"Yifei, what did Nanfeng do to offend you? You're going to beat him to a pulp!"

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

"What a load of nonsense."

Yifei rolled her eyes at Ziqiao: "Can you please stop thinking such low-level things all the time?"

"That south wind is..."

Ziqiao paused for a moment before realizing what was happening.

He nudged Zhang Wei, who had been standing frozen in place ever since he saw Nanfeng, his face a picture of utter bewilderment: "Is this your masterpiece?"

Zhang Wei swallowed hard. "I don't know. I only remember dreaming last night that a treacherous official embezzled my national treasury, and then I used a tiger-head guillotine to behead him..."

"Oh my God."

Zhang Wei reacted instantly, covering his mouth in horror and saying, "Nanfeng, did I beat you up like this?"

What do you think?

Nanfeng stared intently at Zhang Wei until beads of sweat appeared on Zhang Wei's forehead, then the three of them burst into laughter.

Forget it.

Nanfeng reached out to protect his neck, and couldn't help but laugh, "Zhang Wei, do you think you could beat me up like this while sleepwalking? Especially in front of Yifei?"

"Zhang Wei, you really have wild ideas, hahaha..."

Yifei also nudged Yumo with a smile: "See, I told you Zhang Wei would think he hit him. If you had listened to me and extorted a money from him, that would have been great. Then I would have seen the miser pluck his feathers."

"etc."

Zhang Wei felt dizzy listening to the three men's laughter, completely confused about what was happening.

He asked doubtfully, "So Nanfeng actually has no problems at all, and his current state is just a performance you put on to scare me?"

"No, I am really injured, but the injuries are quite varied."

Nanfeng's smile gradually disappeared: "If I had to find a culprit for my current miserable state... it would have to be you, Zhang Wei."

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

Ziqiao chimed in, "Yes, Nanfeng, just say what you want to say, stop being a riddle reader."

"Here's what happened."

Nanfeng sighed: "Last night I was in Yumo's bedroom, intending to go back to sleep."

Suddenly, Zhang Wei pushed open the door and pounced on me, shouting: "How dare you, Nanfeng, embezzle my national treasury!"

"I'll chop you down!!!"

As Nanfeng spoke, he made a chopping motion with his hand: "I only had time to push Yumo onto the bed first. I couldn't dodge in time, and Zhang Wei, your 'Tiger Head Guillotine' chopped off my neck."

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

"Oh, no, that's not it."

Nanfeng explained, "I was just slashed on the left side of my neck by your chop, and it hurt like I had a stiff neck."

"After I went back to sleep, my head unconsciously tilted to the right, which caused my neck muscles to become tense and spasm due to poor sleeping posture, resulting in severe neck pain."

Zhang Wei was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

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

"Depend on!"

Zhang Wei was speechless upon hearing this: "So all you have is a stiff neck?"

"It's not just a stiff neck."

Nanfeng said seriously, "Besides the stiff neck, I also suffered from cervical spine displacement due to your hand chop, which caused arterial compression and made my sympathetic nerves sensitive, resulting in severe pain."

This time, Zhang Wei ignored Nanfeng and turned directly to Ziqiao: "What do you mean by that?"

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

"Oh……"

Zhang Wei finally understood, and then he pointed to Nanfeng's right foot, which was in a cast, and asked, "So what happened to your foot?"

Nanfeng smiled wryly and pointed to his neck: "The worst thing I could have done was wake up groggily and try to straighten my neck before I could even stand properly, so..."

Ziqiao raised an eyebrow with a strange look on his face: "So you can take care of the top but not the bottom, and you twisted your ankle because you lost your balance?"

"That's right!"

Nanfeng gave Ziqiao a thumbs up.

"hiss……"

Upon learning the truth, Zhang Wei gasped in shock: "You've really had a tough time!"

"That shouldn't be the case."

Ziqiao frowned and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be very lucky? You just won 100,000 yuan in a scratch-off lottery yesterday, how come you're so unlucky today?"

"If I had known what was going on, would it have turned out like this?"

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

He wailed, "I told you that a lot of bad things have happened since I won the lottery. You see, I wasn't wrong."

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

(End of this chapter)