Chapter 287: Gamblers against each other (5400 words)

"Luo Jia."

An Su said softly, his eyes drooping, his blue pupils clearly reflecting the face of the girl opposite him. He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking and considering. After hesitating for a while, he finally said seriously and sincerely, "Dear Miss Lorga Fast."

"I am very grateful that you spent a year's savings to support me. I am also grateful that you invited me to this store today to repay the three cakes that I still owe. From now on, we are even. I appreciate your honesty, but I have a question-"

Luo Jia was not wearing her usual nun robes. Instead, she was wearing a snow-white pleated skirt, a light-colored dress and dark deerskin boots. Her long snow-white hair cascaded down. She lowered her head, her cheeks turning a little red from Ansu's gaze. She looked away timidly with her golden eyes and put the blueberry cake in her hand into her mouth.

".What?" She bit the cake and said with a little slurred voice.

"You spent all your money on your PhD," An Su said with a fake smile, "how can you pay the bill?"

".Hey." Luo Jia started to play dumb and put another piece of cake into his mouth.

"A cup of hot milk, two pieces of blueberry cake, and a plate of cocoa cakes." An Su looked at the bill and couldn't help but asked, "How can you eat more than Luo Xiaohei?"

"I'm growing!" Luo Jia was a little dissatisfied.

The manager of the high-end cake chain 'Fili Family' has begun to pay attention to them. She looked at the two of them kindly and gently placed the bill book on the table. Although she still had a professional smile on her face, she was already wondering in her heart whether to notify security.

Theirs is a high-end aristocratic store, and these two boys and girls seem to be still in school age and probably cannot pay.

This cake shop is located on the right bank of the Maria River. The refreshing autumn breeze brought moist water vapor, and the sycamore leaves outside the window cast tiny shadows in the orange sunlight, illuminating the two of their seats.

"Mr. Ansu, I have no money." Luo Jia tilted her head. She was an honest girl, so she said pitifully, "I gave you all my money. I have no money to eat. I can only wash the dishes and pay the bill."

The manager's expression changed instantly when he looked at An Su. This boy looked so sunny, but he actually did such a ridiculous thing behind the scenes.

"Don't give me that, you bastard. I'm going to use all your money to get a PhD."

Anzu Sigma Morningstar said coldly, taking the initiative, "How can a girl ask a boy to pay? You still owe me three pieces of cake."

"We'll be even after we settle the bill."

A clear-minded birth never falls into the trap of an evil woman.

An Su is not short of money, but he would never take the initiative to pay for any woman - especially when the other party is treating.

This is not because he is stingy or disrespects women's rights. On the contrary, this is a reflection of Ansu's respect for women and gender equality. Girls' right to pay must not be deprived.

Anzu needs to clean up the mess. There are too many cowards in this world who don't respect women's rights.

The manager's eyes changed instantly when he looked at Luo Jia. This girl looked so innocent, but she was actually a PhD student secretly!

This couple is no simple matter, and must be dealt with with caution. The store manager's heart was filled with alarm.

"That's fine then."

Miss Luojia was not angry even though she was framed by Ansu. She stuck out her tongue, thought for a while, and then took out a small notebook from the small bag she carried with her - it was her account book and diary, with a kitten on the cover. Luojia took it out, gently placed it on the table, and turned to the latest page.

Having known this little born for a year, the little saint knew that he would never suffer any loss, so she gradually learned some countermeasures against him.

"What should it be?" She put the pencil against her forehead and thought for a while, "Two blueberries. That's five in total."

The little saint was writing quickly in the account book.

Ansu looked carefully and saw a new page with a new line of content: 'July 6'

"Luojia owes Ansu five pieces of blueberry cake, a plate of cocoa cakes, and a glass of milk."

Their previous bills did not get thinner, but thicker.

"We are not even, Mr. Ansu."

An Su heard Luo Jia whispering. The early autumn sun shone into the cake shop through the gaps in the sycamore leaves. Luo Jia's smile also fell in the orange-yellow sun. She looked at An Su seriously. Her white and slender fingers gently held the pencil. The tip of the pen touched the account book and pointed to 'July 6'. She whispered, "I owe you more again."

She blinked and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ansu."

"The bill between us is not over yet."

She said.

An Su watched Luo Jia record the accounts clearly and write down every item carefully in the notebook. Since it was a matter of principle and dignity, he would never let a woman take advantage of him. Similarly, since it was a matter of principle and dignity, the proud and serious little saint would never take advantage of others.

So she chose to keep accounts, writing down every account between them, no matter how big or small.

"I didn't bring any money when I went out today." An Su said helplessly.

"But I used all my money to study for a doctorate. I was a bad kid. I lost all my money and have no money to eat. So I can only find Mr. Ansu, who is a good kid."

Luo Jia tilted her head and deliberately followed An Su's lead. She tilted her head, put on her deerskin boots, puffed her cheeks, rolled up her sleeves, and deliberately said in a dog-reading social tone, "Wait for me to read another book and make a comeback!"

"You're so unlucky." An Su sighed helplessly, "Wait till I see you perform the trapeze."

“It’s impossible to lose money.”

Luo Jia held his chin in his hand, looked at An Su calmly, and said confidently, "The stock I'm interested in won't let me lose."

The confident voice was as graceful and elegant as the bright autumn light in front of the window, falling openly in the restaurant.

The store manager who was secretly observing this place was terrified and her scalp was numb. She couldn't help but start to question what was wrong with this society. The academic atmosphere was so good that such young boys and girls went astray and started studying for a doctorate at a young age. And they were so blatant.

And 'the stock I'm interested in will never lose money'. Every PhD in probability is so confident.

She has already started thinking about reporting the case to the Church of Order and having the two men sent to a gambling rehabilitation center.

"Sister, you are so social."

An Su shook his head helplessly. He looked at the top student Luo Jia's unusual attitude and the deliberate appearance of a social person that existed in her imagination, which seemed like an exaggerated performance in a stage play. Even he couldn't help laughing.

"So, Mr. Ansu, can you help me settle the bill?" Luo Jia showed a look of success. "One day, I will pay it all back."

"So you can accept my credit for the rest of my life—"

"You won't let me lose the bet, and I won't let you lose the bet."

An Su sighed. Since it had been included in the bill, it did not violate his principle of respecting women's right to treat guests. Besides, Luo Jia really had no money. She had put all her money into her own pocket. It was impossible for her to really let Luo Jia wash the dishes.

He had already seen that Luo Jia was gambling, a harmless little game, where she revealed everything she had and then bet that he would lend her money again. Originally, the two would be even after paying the bill, but now it seemed that there was no end to it.

Ansu was aroused by the desire to win. As a player, he was interested in any game.

If Luo Jia dares to plot against me, then I must plot against him back.

Being born small is never a disadvantage.

"Okay, I agree."

An Su raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, "I will lend you the money. I agree to this bet - but since we are going to bet, the stakes must be bigger!"

When Xiao Luojia heard that An Su agreed to let her buy on credit, her nervousness relaxed a little. But when she heard An Su's next sentence, she didn't understand what he meant by "the stakes should be higher". She suddenly had a bad premonition.

But An Su raised his hand to the store manager at the counter, "Madam, how much is the bill for our table?"

The store manager came over with a vigilant look on her face, and looked at An Su with eyes full of caution and suspicion. How could this boy who had been a bad boy since childhood have the money to pay for it? In her mind, apart from his good looks, An Su was no different from those second-rate guys who dropped out of elementary school and hung out on the street playing marbles.

"Sir, we are a high-end chain cake shop that caters exclusively to the nobility. We have dozens of them all over Naraku. Our prices are very high."

She deliberately emphasized the words "specially supplied for the nobility". Although she wore a professional smile, her eyes showed some pride and even disdain. "It's five gold coins and three copper coins in total. Are you sure you can pay?"

"Do you need me to help you contact your parents?" she asked kindly.

"Is this enough?" An Su calmly handed over a golden bill. "I didn't bring any money with me today, so I can only use this to pay the bill. I hope you don't mind."

Enya was going to help Ansu redeem this note, but Ansu felt that based on his understanding of his father, he would be scolded by his father after redeeming it.

For example: 'You prodigal son, you dare to win money while studying for a doctorate! '

The worst case scenario is, "You brought this gold mine upon yourself, you have to manage it yourself, men should have a sense of responsibility, don't try to escape when you encounter hardships!" and so on, and then you are forced to go home and inherit the family property.

So I didn't take it to exchange for the time being and just carried it with me.

It's a hot potato.

The store manager took it casually and looked at it. He didn't pay much attention at first, but then he paused, looked at it carefully, his pupils trembled wildly, and goose bumps stood up all over his body.

This is obviously a gambling ticket, but not an ordinary one. It is a customized one, and the denomination unit is measured in "bars"!

She was an old resident of the Imperial Capital who had come into contact with many upper-class people. After repeated identification, she knew that the bill was authentic, because the pattern on it was drawn by the Imperial Capital master Mr. Meyer himself, the sacred Cathedral of Holy Light. She was fortunate enough to visit the master's painting exhibition, and the brushstrokes were exactly the same.

Moreover, it is impossible to fake this, and people dare not fake it.

Gambling tickets of this level have their own unique numbers and the seal of the Glorious Church Bishop. Once a counterfeit ticket is exchanged, the Church will arrest and imprison the same day.

Moreover, she had the honor of hearing the guests mention this high-stakes gambling ticket of "a small gold mine". Only one ticket was made this year, which was the ticket of last night's exam that was enough to be recorded in the history books. And its holder was the person involved in and the winner of that exam, the young man who had become famous in the imperial capital.

Defeat the Golden Kite Princess, get an evaluation that cannot be rated, and blow up the examination room.

——Ansu Morningstar.

The store manager was a little nervous. She had just been thinking about whether or not to arrest the boy and take him to the Church of Order. But now she felt scared when she thought about it. If this kind of devil were brought to the police station, they would be so desperate that they would blow it up!

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Ansu's odds last night were ten to one, so the light betting ticket in his hand was worth ten gold mines.

Even after paying taxes, there are still eight small gold mines! "Mr. Ansu."

Her expression was almost numb, revealing an expression of seeing through everything, "Let me guess, next I will say that I can't find the money, let you eat this meal for free, and feel proud that you can enter our small restaurant.

"Then you will take this huge gambling ticket and parade around the streets, pretending to be a pig and a tiger, scaring people everywhere, so as to achieve your goal of getting paid for sex."

"I ate and drank for free in the imperial capital for several years, and finally made a huge name for myself without spending a penny. In the end, I was even appreciated by the royal family and was awarded a noble title."

"How could I be born like this?" An Su was shocked. "And how did you come up with such a cool world-class plot?"

"Because your father did the same thing in the capital when he was young." The store manager looked as if he was dead, and complained, "He used this trick to bankrupt my father!"

".Speechless." An Su sighed, thinking that he was born at the wrong time. Such a cool and pretentious plot was actually taken away by his own father.

And he blamed his dad, turning the other party into a victim. "I won't let you buy on credit."

The store manager learned from his mistakes and stuck to the principle of not succumbing to money. "You must pay. These fifty stores of 'Fili Family' contain my decades of hard work, my father's wishes, and the craftsmanship passed down from generation to generation in our family for hundreds of years. We will never be ruined by the hands of the Morning Star Family again!"

"Our family's honor will never be insulted by money again!"

She said righteously.

"I'm different from my dad. I'm supposed to pay the bill."

An Su shook his head helplessly. He smiled at the store manager and said, "Just use this betting ticket to pay the bill. I'd like to order some desserts."

"Please stop joking." The store manager was not intimidated by the evil money. "No matter how much you order, we can't give you change."

"Your cake shop is a chain store, right? I'll order fifty." An Su said, "This ticket is yours."

"Okay, Boss Ansu." The store manager smiled from the bottom of his heart, and was instantly frightened by the evil money. He nodded and bowed quickly, saying, "The Phili Family is yours! Thank you for your patronage, Boss Ansu!"

Boss An Su is very generous. She is so young but has such a broad mind. She pays with the unit of "bar" and orders dishes with the unit of "house"! She took out the deed and said, "From now on, this is yours. I will write your name on it."

"Not mine."

An Su shook his head. He raised his eyes and looked at the confused girl across the table. He smiled and said, "It's hers."

"Because she wanted to borrow money from me, and she also wanted me to pay the bill, but I didn't have any change, so I had to buy out the cake shop. So it was reasonable for her to borrow money from me."

"She was the one who started this gamble. You heard it clearly just now."

The autumn light outside the window seemed to be frozen, and the sparkling Maria River seemed to have stopped flowing. Everything lost its color in an instant. Luo Jia widened her eyes slightly——

"Why?"

She was as ignorant as a little animal, watching An Su take the account book, take out the pencil, open a new line on the book, and write:

On July 6, Luojia owed Ansu five blueberry cakes, a glass of milk, a plate of cocoa cakes and -

Fifty 'Fast Family' cake shops.

How can you be so calculating! "I... you are bullying me." The little saint was so anxious that she was about to cry, "I... I can't pay it back. I can't pay it back in my lifetime."

"Lorga Fast."

Anzu's calm voice interrupted her.

"You should be more confident in yourself. Cersei is the Saint of the Imperial City, but you are the real Saint. Until now, you are still very timid, follow the rules and are polite, so you can't beat her."

"You should be more proud."

He was born to act only for his own benefit, so he would only do things that were beneficial to himself. And in Ansu's calculations, this would be beneficial to him, he was just that kind of person.

An Su stared into Luo Jia's eyes and said seriously,

"I said yesterday that your vision is better than Merlin, the god of magic, and you bought my bet ticket; but in fact, my vision is also better than that old guy - because that old guy has cataracts!"

"Your future will definitely not just be about fifty cake shops. That's the only thing I can promise."

From the beginning to the end, Anzu spoke the truth. Because he was the only one in the world who knew the future development of the original world line, and he was the only one who knew the "future stars that illuminate Naraku".

"This is the only thing I know better than anyone else in the world."

The stagnant autumn light began to brighten again, and spots of light flickered on the banks of the Maria River. The orange-yellow autumn wind blew the dark green sycamore leaves everywhere, and the colors of this world were cut into countless dazzling blocks of color by the flying leaves.

In this colorful world, Little Born said to Little Saint, "So I won't lose the bet either."

"That stock I'm eyeing won't let me lose."

Ansu looked into Luojia's eyes, and handed the expensive gambling ticket with the "Cathedral of Holy Light" painted on it to the store manager.

"You've already cast your vote for me, now it's my turn to cast mine for you—"

"At least from now on, you can eat as much cake as you want in the imperial capital, and you don't have to pay for it anymore."

An Su said with a smile, a slightly crazy, gambler-like smile on his lips, "So you want to owe me this debt, or do you plan to settle the debt with me from now on - Miss Luojia Fast, tell me!"

After he said this, he stopped talking and waited for Luo Jia's reply.

The autumn wind blew through the tree-lined path, and the wind shone countless rays of sunlight into the floor-to-ceiling window between them. The whole world was silent, leaving only a long, long silence.

From the time she entered the imperial capital until now, no matter the nuns in the monastery or the bishops in the Holy See, no one has been optimistic about Luo Jia, a country girl from the border. They just regard her as a substitute for Her Majesty the Princess, a beautiful and obedient vase.

As long as it looks good.

Just like they did with Ansu, everyone in this world looked down upon Luojia.

The same goes for the god of law, Merlin.

Everyone.

If she had a bet with Cersei, no one would bet on her to win. That should have been the case.

Luo Jia lowered her eyes and stopped talking. Her snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly. After a while, she whispered, "Too cunning."

The sound was as low as the chirping of an insect. In this silent world, she seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat.

"Mr. Ansu, you are cheating."

"So cunning."

(End of this chapter)