Chapter 363: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open at 3 AM? Chapter 363: Snatched Away?

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"How is it?"

Zhao Yan crossed his arms, his tone carrying a hint of smugness as he looked at Zhu Chang with a smiling gaze and asked, "They are all students of our gym; according to the rules, they can also participate in the lucky draw, right?"

"Yes... yes."

Zhu Chang's heart gave a thump, and a bad premonition instantly surfaced in his mind.

The number of balls left in the box was already small; if these ten people drew together, the red balls might end up being drawn by them.

Why not just draw now myself?

No, there are still quite a few white balls in this box; if my luck is bad and I don't draw a red ball, wouldn't that be a wasted effort?

"Listen up, all of you!"

Zhao Yan turned around and shouted loudly to the ten students behind him, "Whoever draws a red ball later, today's roast duck will be given to me! As a reward, whoever draws a red ball, no matter what they order at Lu Boss's shop today, I will pay for it!"

As he spoke, he slapped his chest until it thumped, then added, "Besides that, I'll also give him a duck leg!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of those students behind him lit up.

They were usually managed very strictly by Zhao Yan.

Although they also really wanted to eat the roast duck made by Lu Feng, since the coach had already spoken, they could only follow his instructions.

However, this could also be considered an opportunity to perform well in front of the coach.

Moreover, if by chance their luck was good and they really drew a red ball,

not only could they get a duck leg, but they could also enjoy a free meal, which would be quite good.

Thinking of this, those students rubbed their hands one by one, eager to try.

"Tsk, you really are something..."

Zhu Chang muttered a sentence, looking at the fighting spirit burning in those students' eyes, and felt some hesitation in his heart.

He was thinking whether he should just draw his own lucky draw opportunity first.

But before he could make up his mind, Zhao Yan snatched the lucky draw box from his hand.

"Come on, come on, everyone draw quickly, try to draw out the red ball!"

Zhao Yan handed the box in his hand to the first student, his eyes full of anticipation.

The first student fumbled in the box for a long time, then drew a ball out of the box.

Opening his hand to look, it was a white ball.

He lowered his head and said with a guilty face, "Sorry coach, I didn't draw..."

The smile on Zhao Yan's face faded a little, but he still waved his hand with a generous look: "It's okay, next one!"

However, the following situation made the smile on his face disappear bit by bit.

The second student also drew a white ball, the third, the fourth...

I don't know if Zhao Yan's bad luck was contagious to these students; they kept drawing until only the last student remained, and everyone before him drew nothing but white balls.

Zhu Chang, standing to the side, saw this scene and smiled so much that the fat on his face trembled.

Zhao Yan, on the other hand, had a gloomy face, and the low pressure on him made those students dare not speak.

The students all cursed their misfortune in their hearts.

If the coach couldn't eat this roast duck today, he estimated that he would be made to train crazily when he went back.

"Come on, come on! Only one person left, hurry up and draw, hurry up and draw!"

Zhu Chang patted the lucky draw box with a smiling gaze, his expression very smug.

Zhao Yan's students drew a large pile of white balls in one breath, and his own chance of drawing a red ball next increased quite a bit.

The last student was a somewhat thin boy; seeing everyone's gaze focused on him, he suddenly felt immense pressure.

He took a deep breath, calmed his somewhat nervous mood, and reached his hand into the box.

At this time, Zhao Yan had already lost heart and no longer held any hope in his heart.

As early as when only three students were left to draw, he had already turned around, preparing to accept reality.

It seemed his luck was truly terrible.

"Damn!"

Suddenly, a voice full of surprise and joy came from behind him, making Zhao Yan's body tremble violently.

"What happened? What happened? Did you draw it?"

Zhao Yan turned around abruptly, feeling his blood boil all over, and walked over with long strides.

"Coach! I drew it! Red ball! It's really a red ball!"

The last student was so excited his face was completely red; he held up the red ball he had just drawn high and shouted loudly at Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan looked at the red ball in his hand, his eyes full of surprise and joy, and his breathing became heavy.

"Good kid! Well done!"

Zhao Yan laughed heartily, reached out and slapped the student's shoulder heavily: "Whatever you want to eat today, order whatever you like! I'm treating! This roast duck, I'll share half with you!"

"Thank you, Coach!"

The thin student was slapped by Zhao Yan's palm-like big hand until he grimaced, but his face was still very excited.

"I go... they really drew it, what good luck."

Zhu Chang looked at Zhao Yan and his group cheering together, and couldn't help but mutter softly.

He looked at the Lucky Draw Box back in his hands, and now he was determined to draw for himself.

There weren't many balls left inside now, only one Red Ball remaining.

If he didn't draw soon, he wouldn't get a chance to eat today's Roast Duck.

Although there were still a few White Balls in the box at this moment, he believed that with his Luck, he should be able to draw the Red Ball from inside.

"Excuse me, may I ask if drawing a Red Ball means I can eat the Roast Duck made by Lu Boss today for free?"

A gentle voice came from behind the student who had just drawn the Red Ball, asking Zhu Chang.

Zhu Chang raised his head and saw a woman in a beige professional suit standing there.

The professional suit on the woman was very proper, setting off her slender figure; her long hair was tied in a low ponytail, revealing her fair and long neck, and a faint smile graced her face.

Behind the woman stood a middle-aged man in a gray suit, his bearing steady and composed.

This woman was precisely Fang Yuan, who had invited Lu Feng to her home last week to make Red Braised Pork; the man behind her was her father, Fang Shiming.

They had watched the entire scene of Zhao Yan and the others drawing lots just now.

At this moment, Fang Yuan and Fang Shiming, the two of them, had their eyes fixed on the Lucky Draw Box in Zhu Chang's hands, looking very interested.

Zhu Chang saw that the person speaking to him was a beauty with outstanding looks and great temperament.

For a moment he forgot his own plan to draw, and hurriedly explained with a smile: "It's not free; because Lu Boss only made two portions of Roast Duck today, only those who draw a Red Ball have the qualification to buy it, the money for the Roast Duck still has to be paid as usual."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but size up Fang Yuan a few more times.

Facing a beauty like Fang Yuan, he still had plenty of patience.

After all, he usually stayed at home all day; when would he ever have the chance to speak with such a refined beauty?

"I see, I understand."

Fang Yuan nodded, then extended her fair and slender hand.

Before Zhu Chang could react, she directly reached in and fished out a ball.

Her fingers spread open, and a completely bright red small ball appeared in her palm.

Fang Yuan smiled at Zhu Chang and asked in a gentle tone: "So does this mean I can buy the Roast Duck made by Lu Boss?"

Zhu Chang's mouth gaped wide, staring fixedly at the Red Ball in Fang Yuan's hand.