Urban God-level Selection System

With a bang, Zhang Wanlin felt confused, another feeling of traveling through the years.

New identity, new memory, new journey.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Xiangcheng.

Usually at this time Zhang Wanlin should probably be rushing homework or memorizing textbooks. There is no way. After school, a lot of experience is used either in playing games or playing games with the old sister.

The old sister is so used to him.

Zhang Wanlin, a student in the first semester of Xiangcheng High School, was 16 years old. His grades were neither too good nor too bad. In short, it is the kind of level that can always come back at critical moments.

In the class, it also belongs to the degree that the popularity is not too good or not high, and the question is ordinary, ordinary.

Yes, his life is learning and then playing, and then playing and then learning, so it goes round and round, and it goes back and forth, as monotonous as a straight forward line forever.

However, just today, this straight line has turned a corner inexplicably and ushered in a turning point.

In his hand is a letter.

The letter is clean, tidy, and flawless, with a faint fragrance on it, and it's hard to tell what kind of smell it is. In short, it is refreshing.

A piece of white envelope is strange enough, and seeing the only few signatures makes Zhang Wanlin even more strange.

Signed Qin Xue, the name of a girl.

Zhang Wanlin vaguely remembered that there was a girl named Qin Xue in the class. It can't be so coincidental that there are really two people named Qin Xue in the world, right?

Or maybe this is the letter from Qin Xue in the class to herself?

For the latter, Zhang Wanlin felt even more incredible, so he might as well believe in the former.

Qin Xue, who in the class doesn't know who doesn't?

Since I transferred to this class, I have received much attention.

All the words such as beautiful, cute, playful, dignified and generous, etc. are indescribable, how to put it, she is like a flower, incomparably noble in full bloom before everyone's eyes.

Girls want to make friends with her, and boys are more like approaching her.

But the strange thing is that for the past few months, she is very polite to boys, just a few words of courtesy, and did not get very close, so she is also called the lovely iceberg beauty.

In comparison, she is closer to the girls and made a few friends within a few days of transferring.

As for the relationship between Zhang Wanlin and her, if there is a relationship, it is that they are separated by several rows of desks, she is sitting in the middle position, and Zhang Wanlin is sitting in the last row.

The exact relationship is that there is no relationship.

In the past few months, Zhang Wanlin has heard a lot of rumors about this class flower, but at most he heard that the two have never had a formal conversation.

Zhang Wanlin guessed that it is a question of whether this person who has attracted much attention knows that there is a person like him.

But it doesn't matter, Zhang Wanlin doesn't care about this.

It's time to go to school to sleep, to go to school to sleep, to play games and to play games. This is the age of youth, that is, to live without heart and lungs.

Therefore, it would be strange if Qin Xue really wrote to herself.

They hadn't talked a word before, why would they write to him?

Why do so many people in the class write to him alone?

Moreover, the most important point is, where did this letter come from, let alone why she knows the address of her home, just putting it in the drawer is incredible enough.

It is impossible for Zhang Wanlin not to be curious.

He quickly opened the envelope, took out the neatly folded letter in half, and then opened it, and the beautiful pen writing appeared before his eyes.

"Zhang Wanlin, I know you can't believe it, but this is the fact. I am Qin Xue, your classmate in high school, and your future wife."

"I am writing to you through the future. Therefore, this letter is one-way and you cannot reply."

Zhang Wanlin is dumbfounded, write to himself in the future?

Qin Xue claims to be his wife?

God, is he playing the game and dazzled?

Still dreaming now.

None of the above surprised him enough.

In the future, is this logically justified?

Next is the wife.

How could Zhang Wanlin and his classmate Qin Xue be married?

Obviously the two of them have no relationship at all now.

Zhang Wanlin thinks this is a prank, maybe it is the prank of the old sister.

She often treats him like this.

"I know you won't believe it, or even think it's a prank by your sister, but I promise it's true.

You can hardly imagine the future development of science and technology. The degree of human civilization has crossed multiple epochs, and in short, it has changed a lot.

As your future wife, I naturally know you well. "

"For example, you like to play games, but you are not very talented in games, and you lose to your sister again and again.

And the grades are very poor, every time I try to work hard a day in advance.

And you were bitten by a dog when you were a child, and you still have a tooth mark on your butt. "

These are all true... Zhang Wanlin can hardly admit it or not. He even thinks this is an old sister's prank. It's not her, who knows him better?

"Although you feel that you are useless, you are actually very good, better than anyone else, because I am your wife and I know you as you know me in the future."

"You definitely don't believe it yet, it doesn't matter, I will prove it."

"Just go to buy the two-color ball at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon, the numbers are 11, 1, 23, 31, 2, 3, and the last blue ball is number 7.

If I come from the future, I should know what will happen in the future.

Buy this bet number and wait for the day after tomorrow to draw.

Then you will believe it. "

The letter came to an abrupt end.

Buy lottery tickets?

! If this letter really comes from the future, the lottery can be won.

On the contrary, it certainly won't, it would be a lot of luck.

Zhang Wanlin would rather believe that this was an old sister's prank, she deliberately teased herself like this, and then jumped out and laughed.

This has been the case since childhood.

Zhang Wanlin immediately put down the letter and went to the old sister's study.

The old sister Lin Yue is a cartoonist, tepid, and the average monthly salary is not very high. After renting this apartment, it is even worse.

Coupled with the need to take care of Zhang Wanlin, his pockets with little money are more like walking on thin ice.

I'm thinking about how to find money recently.

"Sister, are you fixing me again."

Zhang Wanlin slapped one hand on the desk, very angry.

At this time, Lin Yue was drawing a cartoon, and she raised her head in fright by such a shot. Seeing Zhang Wanlin's appearance, she became even more angry. He hurriedly pulled him over and held his head with his fist: "Scare me! You pay for the mental loss." ?"

"Surrender and surrender."

"There is no way to surrender!"

The two siblings tossed for a while before giving up.

"So you really didn't make a joke to me and said to buy a lottery ticket?"

Zhang Wanlin asked seriously.

Lin Yue said: "Who asked you to buy the lottery ticket is really baffling.

But what you said makes sense. Now I am also short of money. Tomorrow will happen to be my lucky day, but I can buy lottery tickets and the like. "

Hearing what the old sister said, Zhang Wanlin was very sure that it was definitely not her.

Generally speaking, if you are kidding, how can this be the reaction.

On the contrary, is it a response to a joke?

If it wasn't the old lady, who wrote that letter?

Does it really come from the future?