The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Luck Runs Out Eventually

[Congratulations, Host, for drawing the prize from Mystery Box #219: One-time five-minute livestreaming rights.]

[Five-Minute Livestreaming Rights: Can designate any time period to forcibly livestream for five minutes on the Light Brains of a designated group of people. Cannot be closed or stopped.]

Shen Lu was very disappointed.

’This thing seems pretty useless.’

Although she had been consistently posting daily updates, she had never thought about livestreaming.

Shen Lu: "Brother Tongzi, give me a break!"

[Host, it’s not a matter of me trying or not. The prize pool is massive, and what you draw is all up to your luck.]

Shen Lu pouted. "But before, I always drew whatever I needed!"

[Ahem... Luck has to run out sometime.]

The system was in a tough spot, too.

It had secretly given Shen Lu some perks before, but its superiors found out and issued a warning. If it broke the rules again, it would be punished.

Shen Lu flopped back onto her pillow and pulled the covers over her head.

’Is ten years of the Shen Family’s lifespan a bit too little? Maybe I’ll try adding a bit more tomorrow. How about trading twenty years of the Shen Family’s lifespan for a bout of god-tier luck?’

’That family is awful anyway. Using them as an offering to the gods doesn’t prick my conscience one bit.’

...

At the Shen Family Villa, Shen Lan rolled her stiff neck. She picked up her water glass, found it empty, and stood up to go to the kitchen downstairs for a refill.

Midterm exams were just around the corner, so she had been studying late every night, hoping to get a good grade.

The villa was silent; most of the family was already asleep.

Shen Lan went into the kitchen, poured a glass of milk, and put it in the microwave to heat up. While she was waiting, Shen Yi came home.

Shen Lan initially wanted to pretend she hadn’t seen him, but after thinking about her recent situation at home, she stepped out anyway.

"Brother, you’re back." Seeing him stagger, Shen Lan went to steady him.

Shen Yi shoved her hand away, his words thick with the reek of alcohol. "I don’t need your help! I can walk on my own!"

Shen Lan rolled her eyes. ’Fine, don’t let me help you. As if I wanted to!’

With that thought, she took half a step back. Before she could steady herself, Shen Yi tripped over his own feet and face-planted.

"AHH!"

Shen Yi’s nose slammed into the floor and immediately started bleeding. A drunk person already has no control over their words and actions, and now, in pain, Shen Yi started yelling and throwing a drunken fit.

"Blood! I’m bleeding! Ah, it hurts so much!"

His shouting woke up everyone who had already gone to bed.

Xie Mei came downstairs, her face a mask of distress. "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi, what’s wrong? Oh my god, your nose is bleeding so much."

Shen Changrong was calmer. Standing on the second-floor landing, he looked down and told a servant, who had come out after hearing the commotion, to get the first-aid kit.

"It’s all her fault!" Shen Yi suddenly pointed a finger at Shen Lan, who was standing off to the side. "If she had helped me, I wouldn’t have fallen!"

Shen Lan was stunned.

’Is this really my brother? How could he blame me?’

"No, I tried to help you, but you pushed me away." She refused to take the fall for this. The family was already giving her the cold shoulder because of the last birthday banquet. If she was also accused of not being a loving sister to her elder brother, her life here would truly be like walking on thin ice.

Xie Mei glared at her. "What are you still standing there for?! Come help your brother to the sofa!"

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