A few teachers brought their hands together and began to pray, all hoping that they could get the note with writing on it.
But Sun Xianghong was the calmest among them.
She picked up the last paper ball that no one wanted, but when she opened it, she was completely dumbfounded, her eyes wide and her face full of disbelief—it actually had writing on it!
Her paper ball actually had writing on it.
At the same time, the sounds of her colleagues' lamentations reached her ears, "Mine doesn't have writing!"
"Mine either!"
"Who got it?"
"Since none of us got the one with writing, it must have been Teacher Sun who got it."
Upon hearing this, everyone crowded around Sun Xianghong.
As expected.
The note that Sun Xianghong drew had writing on it.
Seeing this, everyone was green with envy, "Teacher Sun, you're just too lucky!"
"So envious of Teacher Sun!"
"With my rotten luck, I can't even win the lottery, let alone draw a note with writing on it."
