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Chapter 32 - Chapter 32: Can't Be That Coincidental!

Suddenly, Su Mengmeng had a flash of insight. "Wait a minute!" she exclaimed.

Then, she rushed towards Lin Wange and grabbed her chin with her hand, forcing her to look into her eyes. "Tell me, did you and Jiang Feng reach some kind of agreement?" Su Mengmeng's lips curled up, and she stared intently into Lin Wange's eyes, seeming to be quite angry.

At first, Lin Wange was able to meet Su Mengmeng's gaze, but after a while, she began to feel guilty and found it hard to keep up the act.

"Just stop looking," Lin Wange said, covering Su Mengmeng's eyes with her hand. "There's no secret, I just sent him a message."

Then, Lin Wange found her chat history with Jiang Feng and handed her phone to Su Mengmeng. "Look at the last sentence!" she said.

Su Mengmeng pushed Lin Wange's hand away from her eyes and looked at Lin Wange's phone screen as instructed.

After seeing it, Su Mengmeng laughed helplessly. "I told you to just ask him directly, not to test him. Besides, isn't it too obvious?" she said.

"What do you mean? Last time, I asked him directly, didn't I? So what's wrong with being obvious? Besides, what's the big deal with being obvious?" Lin Wange said, not caring about how obvious her test was.

"If I'm the lucky fan this time, it will definitely prove our speculation from last time," Lin Wange continued. "But if I'm not the lucky fan this time, then I'll move to his side and watch him every day!"

Lin Wange's tone was resolute, but her face was crimson.

Su Mengmeng was shocked and sat on the sofa, unable to react for a while. Lin Wange didn't say anything more when she saw Su Mengmeng's reaction.

Both of them fell into silence, waiting quietly for the results of the "Thousand Crowd" lottery.

...

And so, time flew by, and it was already 7:59 pm.

There was only one minute left until the lottery.

Looking at the various comments from netizens, Jiang Feng's thoughts were distracted. Even the ominous premonitions that had been plaguing him were temporarily pushed aside.

And so, time passed, and without any difference in time, it quietly became 8:00 pm.

It wasn't until the "Thousand Crowd" interface popped up with the notification that the lottery had ended that Jiang Feng came back to his senses. "What the hell, is it over already?" he muttered.

Then, he turned his attention to the list of winners, his nerves taut as he prayed in his heart.

"Please don't let it be Lin Wange!"

"Please don't let it be Lin Wange!"

"Please don't let it be Lin Wange!"

He clicked on the list of winners and saw that the "Thousand Crowd" avatar displayed wasn't Lin Wange's.

"Phew..." Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and his entire body relaxed. But at the same time, he muttered to himself, "Why does this avatar feel so familiar?"

As he continued to look down the list and read the names and introductions, he suddenly became uneasy again.

"Su Mengmeng, the gold medal host of the Science and Education Channel of Donghai City Television Station!"

...

Speechless, Jiang Feng was at a loss for words.

On the other hand, Lin Wange realized that she was not the lucky fan tonight when "Qian Zhong" didn't message her after waiting for a long time. She threw her phone on the sofa and stood up, walking towards the bedroom while telling Su Mengmeng, "Mengmeng, don't stop me. I'm going to pack my things and move there tonight!"

"You better not stop me!"

"If you stop me, I'll still go!"

Su Mengmeng sat on the sofa like an old monk, not moving at all, looking at Lin Wange with a teasing expression. "You can go, I won't stop you. Why would I stop you from moving to your fiancé's house?"

"You…"

Hearing Su Mengmeng's words, Lin Wange almost fainted on the spot.

"Forget it, I'm a bit tired today. I'll go tomorrow."

Lin Wange found an excuse for herself.

Then she sat back on the sofa.

At this moment, Su Mengmeng's phone began to ring with a series of message notifications.

Lin Wange was startled as she had just sat down.

"Isn't your phone message tone too exaggerated?"

Su Mengmeng was also startled by the continuous message notifications.

She quickly silenced her phone and checked it.

But as she looked at it, Su Mengmeng's expression became strange, and she hesitantly asked Lin Wange, "Wange, did I win the 'Qian Zhong' lottery?"

Lin Wange didn't react for a moment.

"What lottery?"

But as soon as the words left her mouth, Lin Wange suddenly turned to Su Mengmeng and pounced on her.

"Let me see!"

...

After carefully reading Jiang Feng's message to Su Mengmeng's 'Qian Zhong' three times, Lin Wange was very sure and said, "Mengmeng, you won!"

"Oh my god, really?"

Su Mengmeng still couldn't believe it.

"Hahaha, I know, I know!"

At this moment, Lin Wange suddenly thought of a possibility and looked excited, "Jiang Feng must have done it on purpose!"

Su Mengmeng was a little confused at first, but after hearing Lin Wange's words, she seemed to be awakened.

"You're right, it seems to be true!"

"After you tested Jiang Feng, I won the lottery. It's not a coincidence. I really don't believe it!"

"So it's very likely that Jiang Feng did it on purpose."

Lin Wange nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Su Mengmeng's analysis.

Then the two of them discovered some clues and analyzed them carefully.

...

Gradually, the extreme excitement and joy of the two subsided, and their rationality returned. Lin Wange suddenly realized, "But we still haven't figured out whether he is the 'Prophet' or related to the 'Prophet'."

Su Mengmeng was stunned...

"Yes, we still haven't figured it out."

"What's the use of winning the lottery?"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads with a bitter smile.

...

It was already 2:30 in the morning on the second day, half an hour before the final of the Dafu Cup.

The storm caused by Jiang Feng's second "Qian Zhong" lottery had already come to an end.

At this time, he was checking the backstage data of his 'Qian Zhong' account on the sofa.

"The total views of the new prophecy 'Qian Zhong' are 6.1 million.

The number of reposts is 550,000.

The number of comments is 570,000.

The number of fans is 550,000."

Jiang Feng was quite satisfied with this data result. He had increased his fans from 160,000 to 550,000 in less than four days.

Moreover, once the results of the Dafu Cup final were announced today, Jiang Feng knew that his 'Qian Zhong' account would inevitably be swept up by an uncontrollable traffic frenzy!

His gaze drifted towards the symbol under the 'Qian Zhong' app's private messages, which had over 100,000 messages. He thought to himself, "It should be over a million soon, right?"

Thinking of this, he became more eager for the match to end and the results to be announced.

"Dafu Cup final, Daliangfu vs. Daxiafu penalty shootout 3:2, final score 4:3, Daliangfu wins."

After checking the last timed prophecy, Jiang Feng closed 'Qian Zhong'.

As for those private messages, they still lay quietly there, and Jiang Feng had no intention of checking them.

(End of chapter)