Tang Li looked up and scanned the crowd, discovering a major drawback to the lottery ceremony: the ball could not be passed around for any time. In other words, if no one was willing to step forward, the ball would continue to move among the crowd.

It seems these guests don't want to be the bad guys.

I didn't want to do anything that would offend the Song family.

Song Beiye didn't want Tang Li to get involved in this mess, so he subtly hinted to Tang Li to pass the ball, but Tang Li just smiled at him, gripped the ball tightly, and raised his hand:

"I've always had bad luck. My parents died and my marriage failed in the first half of my life. I've never won the lottery. Today, I'm going to take this chance and make a good start to the second half of my life."

The crowd burst into laughter.

In everyone's eyes, at this moment, she should be extremely unlucky.

Song Beiye was extremely anxious, both physically and mentally.

On the contrary, Song Nanzhou remained calm and composed.

Having witnessed Tang Li's prowess, he was not worried about Tang Li's current situation at all.

Tang Li walked gracefully onto the stage and handed the ball back to Song Bocheng.

Song Bocheng hadn't expected her to take on this hot potato. Facing everyone, he could only maintain a smile and politely say:

"Miss Tang, this way please."

On the table to the side, there was a large bamboo tube, and next to it were three small balls that could be unscrewed and resealed for drawing.

Although the program is simple, it is very difficult to tamper with it.

No wonder people often say that the simplest things are often the hardest to control.

Song Bocheng pointed to the calligraphy brush on the table and said:

"Miss Tang needs to write the words 'inheritance,' 'congratulations,' and 'celebration' on these three pieces of paper respectively. Then, crumple the papers into balls, put them into small balls, roll the balls in the bamboo tube, and pour them into the drawer on the table one by one. The three of them will then draw lots to decide which small ball each of them will choose."

Every step of the process is designed to prevent cheating.

The three of them didn't even have the chance to come across these things.

Tang Li couldn't help but ask:

Why complicate simple things?

Song Bocheng glanced at Song Nanzhou and said:

"Although Nanzhou has long since broken away from the Eastern Song Dynasty, he is still a descendant of the Eastern Song. Since he is blind, for the sake of fairness, I have no choice but to make both of them blind as well."

Okay!

This is their home turf, they're in charge.

Tang Li looked at the calligraphy brush on the table and thought to himself that an ordinary brush could also write, so there was no need to get such a special brush. No wonder no one wanted to take on this arduous task. If the writing was not good, people would probably laugh at it.

Seeing Tang Li staring blankly at the calligraphy brush, Lin Qinghao, who was standing at the front, embarrassed her in front of everyone:

"Miss Tang, are you hesitant to write because you can't write calligraphy?"

Lin Qinghao was the first to make a move, and Xi Leng immediately echoed her:

“Dad, not every parent will require their children to practice calligraphy diligently. Why don’t you get Miss Tang a different brush?”

Xi Leng originally wanted to maintain his composure and was unwilling to openly oppose Tang Li on such a occasion.

Unfortunately, Tang Li is just too amazing in private.

Xi Leng could only take advantage of the situation to teach her a lesson.

Song Beiye almost couldn't resist going up to help Tang Li out of the predicament, but Song Nanzhou reached out and grabbed him:

"Don't panic, just wait and see."

Tang Li glanced back at Xi Leng and chuckled:

"Miss Song is so capable, why don't you write a few words of congratulations first?"

Write it!

It's a rare opportunity to showcase myself!

Xi Leng took a step forward, and Song Bocheng couldn't stop her in time. Only after Xi Leng had stepped forward did Song Bocheng approach her and whisper a reproach:

"You've already started writing congratulatory messages before even drawing lots. Are you trying to bring bad luck upon yourself and boost the morale of others?"

After being reminded by Song Bocheng, Xi Leng blushed with embarrassment.

She explained in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, Dad, I couldn't control myself."

Song Bocheng sighed:

"You're usually so calm and collected, what's wrong with you today?"

It's all Tang Li's fault!

If I had known this girl was so formidable, I should have avoided her before the draw even started.

Tang, who was nearby, overheard the conversation between the father and daughter and couldn't help but urge them on:

"Miss Song, please."

Xi Leng glanced at Song Bocheng. Since things had come to this point, Song Bocheng had no choice but to nod.

With her excellent calligraphy skills, Xi Leng wrote with great ease. However, when she finished, she got too carried away and glanced at Tang Li for too long. She panicked, her hand trembled, and the characters instantly became distorted.

Although it doesn't affect the overall aesthetics, Song Bocheng was already very angry.

The eight characters written today, "Step by step to success and rising higher and higher," are really below par.

Moreover, among the guests today are several highly respected seniors who are particularly skilled in calligraphy and painting.

Fortunately, nowadays girls hardly know how to practice calligraphy. Song Bocheng was certain that Tang Li had no idea how to learn calligraphy, so he wanted to use Tang Li as a comparison.

So he said:

"Leng Leng isn't feeling well today, which is a bit of a laughing stock for everyone. Miss Tang, this calligraphy brush was my grandfather's favorite when he was alive. Why don't you write a few lines to congratulate him in advance?"

Song Beiye, sitting in the audience, was extremely anxious; he wanted to shake off Song Nanzhou's hand.

"It's obvious that my uncle is deliberately trying to embarrass Tang Li. I promised her I would protect her."

Song Nanzhou smiled knowingly and stopped him again:

"The best thing you did today was to ask her to be your date. She's been protecting you all day, so how do you know she might need your help right now?"

Song Beiye looked at Song Nanzhou in disbelief.

Song Nanzhou gently patted his arm:

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