"Stop arguing and take a look. It's time to draw lots."
…
The draw begins.
Just like last time, it was a sealed box with only one hole on the top, just enough for a hand to fit in.
There are twenty-four ping-pong balls inside, all with numbers on them.
The number you draw determines the number of players that will appear.
Everyone came forward to draw lots.
"Wow, I'm lucky, I drew number 20."
"Oh my god, I actually drew number two. How unlucky!"
"I'm number thirteen."
"I'm number 22, haha."
Tang Xiaobao was the last one to draw lots.
This was also Zhao Gou's suggestion, because they were afraid that he would do something bad.
And Luo Yun also drew lots.
She looked at the ping-pong ball in her hand cautiously and her face suddenly turned pale.
Number one.
She actually drew number one.
Damn, this is really unlucky.
"Ah, your luck is really bad. Number One, you're the first one to appear."
Someone exclaimed.
Then, everyone looked at Tang Xiaobao.
Tang Xiaobao smiled and said to Luo Yun, "Give me number one. You can draw the last ball."
He forcibly took number one from Luo Yun's hand.
Luo Yun was almost crying, and said embarrassedly, "Forget it, there's no way I'll make it to the finals anyway, so I'll be the first to go out."
"Who says you can't make it to the finals? What if a miracle happens?"
Tang Xiaobao winked at her.
I don’t know why, but after hearing what Tang Xiaobao said, Luo Yun’s originally desperate heart came back to life.
Yes, we haven’t competed yet. What if a miracle happens?
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