+During the year before I quit school, I went to PC bangs every weekend. After finishing lab work on Fridays, I'd breathe in the night air, enter the PC bang, play games warmly through the cold dawn, and finally leave around sunrise. The PC bang was in the basement, and there was a convenience store on the first floor. Breathing in the Saturday morning air after leaving the convenience store, we'd buy banana milk, ice cream, and lottery. During the thirty-some minutes walking back to the dorm from the convenience store, the engineering students would either calculate this week's winning amount as a probability or (naturally) talk about what we'd do if we won. Every week, our wishes changed according to what we'd just experienced. Over that year, my friends won fifth place several times, but I never won once. Feeling spiteful, I calculated the probability once and found the odds of not winning for a year were quite high, so I soon accepted it. After a year of losses, I stopped buying lottery tickets. Though I never earned a penny from the lottery, the time I spent thinking about what I'd do if I won had a big impact on me. For quite a while, I became someone (somewhat rude) who asked questions like, "Would you still do what you're doing now if you won the lottery?"
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