The night was starry and silent, with the chill of frost melting away.
Oliver Scott just came out of the shower and heard his phone buzzing on the sofa.
He wiped his hair with a towel, casually draped it over his head, and walked over to pick up the phone.
As soon as he answered, he heard Steve Singleton's roaring voice from the other end—
"Oliver! Did your prize arrive? How was it delivered?"
"What?"
"The prize from God Z's lottery!"
Oliver pulled the towel off, leaned back into the soft, sinking sofa, glanced at his text messages, and said, "I filled in the school address, no delivery notification yet."
"Haven't you seen the news?! God Z's prizes are being sent out! Not through mail, but delivered personally!"
Steve, filled with excitement, babbled on and poured out everything he had gathered from social media and netizens' discussions to Oliver.
The situation was rather bewildering. From shock to calmness, it took Oliver a moment.
