Chapter 120: Get Rich Quick (1)
In the lucid dream that I was getting used to, I looked at the girl in black sitting across from .
Estelle.
The girl who always greeted in the lucid dream that ca whenever I forgot.
She was soone I would miss if I didn’t see her, since we had t face to face many tis.
As I played chess with Estelle, a thought suddenly ca to my mind.
It was a simple but fun idea.
It was also close to an experintal idea.
I moved the piece in my hand and looked at Estelle’s face across from .
“Did you co up with a good move?”
“I did co up with an interesting idea.”
Thud.
I moved the queen and knocked down Estelle’s bishop.
Estelle’s slender finger took out the fallen bishop from the chessboard.
This made the number of pieces I had slightly more than Estelle’s.
She seed to not care about the advantage or disadvantage of the ga from the beginning.
She asked with an interested face as she heard my story.
“What kind of idea is it?”
“An idea that could turn soone’s life upside down.”
“It doesn’t seem like an idea that anyone can have.”
“It’s an idea that only soone like can have.”
What ca to my mind was simple curiosity.
It was the kind of curiosity that could only be satisfied by winning the ga.
I was in a favorable situation in the chess ga as well.
If I won the ga like this, I planned to ask Estelle the question that was in my mind.
She kept giving vague answers, and she clenched her jaw and clicked the piece in her hand.
“Are you going to tell if you win the ga?”
“Even if I lose, if you use your question to ask , I’ll have no choice but to know.”
The idea that ca to my mind was simple.
Estelle in front of was a convenience of my subconscious created by my dream.
So the answer she gave was nothing more than what ca out of my mind.
If I asked her sothing I didn’t know, what kind of answer would Estelle give ?
Would she be able to give a normal answer then?
Or would she make up nonsense stories and try to dodge it?
Either way, there was no doubt that an interesting answer would co back.
“You’re an today. You’re basically asking to lose, aren’t you?”
Estelle put down the piece she was holding and grabbed the last rook and said.
It was useless if I didn’t win anyway.
I secretly hoped that she would lose easily, and started to think about the next move.
“I’d appreciate it if you did.”
“Sorry, but playing properly is also a rule, so it’s hard to lose on purpose.”
“I don’t know why we have so many strict rules between us.”
I muttered with a disappointed feeling at Estelle’s words.
Why was she so difficult in my mind?
It would be enough to just talk without playing gas for such a simple story.
It was regrettable that even trivial stories had to be exchanged through gas.
I didn’t hate playing gas with Estelle though.
“I’m sorry. But soday we’ll be able to talk freely without any strict rules.”
“Yeah? Check.”
“This is just a process of getting used to each other.”
Estelle, who was cornered, moved her king back.
But this move was predicted and prepared by .
Thud.
The bishop I had prepared moved and pressured Estelle’s king again.
Swoosh.
The two hands on the chessboard moved alternately.
How many tis did they exchange moves after the first check?
The white pieces that kept pushing Estelle to the corner put out their last move.
“Checkmate. It seems like it’s over.”
“I can’t move anymore. Too bad.”
“Phew… I’m glad I won.”
I declared checkmate and finished the ga, leaning back on my chair and sighing.
I wasn’t very good at chess, so I was worried if I could win, but luckily I won easily against Estelle.
The online chess I played briefly in the past seed to help unexpectedly.
As I stretched and loosened my body to wake up from the drowsiness, Estelle picked up her parasol and got up from her seat.
Click. Click.
She stopped in front of with light footsteps and looked at and asked.
“So, what question did you want to ask by winning?”
The question I wanted to ask Estelle who lost the ga.
And if Estelle’s answer was true, even though I didn’t know it, it would be very helpful.
It was about lottery tickets.
I asked her with a curious face, urging Estelle for the information I wanted so much.
“Lottery winning numbers.”
“What?”
“Tell the lottery winning numbers.”
“Really… That’s an original idea.”
Estelle looked at with narrowed eyes and said.
Thud.
The end of Estelle’s parasol went on my toe that was sitting on the seat.
She leaned her upper body on the parasol that was placed on her toe and put so strength into it.
In an instant, a strong pain attacked my thumb toe that had weight on it.
“Ouch…!”
“I’m sorry, but this is the only ti I’ll answer this kind of question.”
“Only this ti?”
“It ans I won’t give a stupid answer to the sa kind of question ever again. Do you understand?”
Estelle lifted a finger and brought it to my lips and asked.
Her eyes that were like deep abysses stared at and demanded an answer.
This was the last ti this kind of question was possible.
I realized that and nodded to Estelle’s question.
I added one strict condition to the question.
“I’d appreciate it if you could give the first prize winning numbers.”
“Hoo… Okay. I’ll tell you.”
Estelle sat on the desk next to her and clicked her parasol.
Right after that, a clear voice started to flow slowly from Estelle’s mouth.
“2.”
“Oh, okay. Number 2.”
She started to tell the lottery numbers honestly from her mouth.
As soon as I heard Estelle’s voice, I made a piece of paper and a pen on the table.
And I wrote down the numbers Estelle called one by one on the paper.
She seed to not tell again if I said I didn’t hear it, judging by her attitude.
“11.”
“Number 11. Good.”
“15.”
“Number 15.”
“21.”
“Number 21. Four so far.”
The numbers on the paper I was holding increased in an instant.
The numbers that increased one by one beca five, and the sixth number ca out of Estelle’s mouth.
As soon as all six lottery numbers ca out of Estelle’s mouth,
The world where Estelle and I were sitting collapsed, and bright light poured in from all sides.
It was ti for this lucid dream to end slowly.
“That’s it for today, I guess.”
“Yeah. 2. 11. 15. 21. 27…”
“I won’t lose so easily next ti we et. Stay healthy until then.”
“Yeah. You too. 2. 11. 15. 21…”
I repeated Estelle’s lottery numbers in my mouth to not forget them.
The mory in the dream was more volatile than other mories.
Estelle looked at with a troubled eye, but the lottery numbers were important for everyone.
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