Bathing and burning incense in public was not an option.
However, washing his hands was not a problem.
Jiang Xuyan carefully washed his hands. Seeing Song Qingyou and the others preparing rock, paper, scissors, he couldn't help but complain, "The drawing of lots is all about luck. Why is the order of drawing still decided by luck? Isn't that too boring?"
"Why don't we fight with darts?" Wei Zhengrong rolled his eyes.
"Then there's no need to compete. Qingyou will definitely be first!" Zhao Yingnan laughed.
Wei Zhengrong asked again, "What about using all kinds of sports to compete?"
"Qingyou will still be first!"
Talent categories were not easy to compare.
In the competitive category, Song Qingyou would win.
Wei Zhengrong was a bit proud.
"That's why luck is the fairest thing for you!"
"Everyone, the director is implying that we are noobs!"
