My name is Zhu Jingzhi. People on this street call me Eleven because I have been losing for eleven consecutive years.
Out of twenty-one thousand three hundred and forty-seven games, I only won one.
That game was when I was twelve years old. The cultivation level I won was enough for me to stop at Jindan and not touch it for eleven years.
I lost the remaining 21,346 games on purpose.
Because once I win, someone will pay it back for me.
On the day of the master's ceremony, I only had one penny in my pocket.
The senior sister brought her sword up and said that I won and this sword was my gift.
I said no betting.
They dragged my junior brother out and made him kneel in the rain in front of everyone.
I picked up the penny.
I won.
The moment I won, I knew a number - three hundred and twenty.
I don't know what it is or who it falls on.
Seven days later I found out.
