If you don't smoke, you're a fool.
Why should He Sui get something for nothing?
They each found a place to sit down and watched He Jing find a pen to write a note, then cover the note with a pen holder.
He Sui was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together, beaming with pride.
He Ning crossed his arms and rested them against his chin, his brows furrowed.
He Zhou, on the other hand, was extremely gloomy, and the atmosphere around him was frighteningly low.
He was originally considerate of He Jing, thinking that traveling across provinces with him would be tiring and would interfere with her studies. However, he did not expect that the other two would compete to have He Jing watch their competition. Since He Jing insisted on going, why couldn't it be him?
He Ning... He Jing doesn't understand basketball at all, what's the point of her going?
He Jing knew absolutely nothing about computers.
Cooking is the only thing He Jing is good at. If she accompanies me, I can learn from the experience of the chefs on the field. This heavyweight chef competition will definitely bring me a lot of surprises.
Three pairs of eyes stared at He Jing. When He Jing shook the pen holder, scrambling the order of the slips of paper inside, and then reached in, He Ning, He Zhou, and He Sui couldn't help but gather around. The slips of paper read—
three.
The third son, Hezhou.
In an instant, He Sui's expression changed, and he stared wide-eyed at what was happening in front of him in disbelief.
He Ning's handsome brows furrowed into a knot as she looked at He Zhou with displeasure.
Only He Zhou paused for a moment, then chuckled lazily and said sarcastically, "Tsk, when someone's down on their luck, even two notes are useless. Fourth brother, thanks to you."
He Sui jumped up and shouted, "No, draw again!"
He Ning and He Zhou only had one piece of paper, but he had two. Why wasn't he chosen?
There must be something wrong with this pen holder; that's why He Jing can't watch his match.
He Zhou glanced at him and said, "Dream on."
Can he get He Sui to draw again?
He Ning frowned. Although he really wanted He Jing to watch his match, he hadn't been drawn yet. He Sui had already been given a privilege once, and now he wanted to cheat? That wouldn't do.
He Sui: "He Jing, one more time, one more time, one more time..."
He Jing smiled, looking quite regretful, and held up a finger, shaking it: "Fourth Brother, you can't."
He Sui was extremely unwilling. This damned fate only knew how to help He Zhou bully others. He had such a high chance of winning with two slips of paper, but he still didn't win!
So he pulled He Ning again: "No, it's not fair that I got two sheets of paper and you got one. Now we'll each get one sheet and draw again. If I'm not drawn this time, I'll accept it. Second brother, do you agree?"
He Ning raised an eyebrow, glanced at He Zhou, and smiled: "I have no objection."
Having another chance, only a fool would refuse.
He Jing was speechless. How could he say something like that? Wasn't it he who fought for it first that it wasn't fair? He Zhou definitely wouldn't agree...
Just as he was thinking this, He Zhou suddenly sneered and said, "Fine."
When he spoke, He Jing was almost stunned by his generosity. She saw He Zhou glance at her, then look away indifferently.
He Jing remained silent for a moment, then took out the extra note from He Sui and put the remaining three notes into the pen holder.
He Sui, his fighting spirit renewed, declared, "I'm sure I'll win this time."
He Ning's eyes also became uneasy, and his gaze fell on the pen holder, filled with hope.
He Zhou, on the other hand, seemed confident of victory, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over his brothers, a cold smile playing on his lips.
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