Dai Wei heard his own voice and almost doubted whether he had heard it wrong.
What?
The first one is himself?
Out of thirty-eight people, with eight selected each day for a month, the odds were indeed high that he'd be chosen, but being the first one selected today was still unexpectedly early.
After all, tonight was his birthday!
"Dai Wei?"
"Isn't that the son of the Dai family? Has he already turned nineteen?"
"Look, there he is!"
Countless glances swiftly turned towards Dai Wei.
"You... you've turned nineteen?" someone asked.
"Hmm, yes... yes, I have. Actually, today is my birthday."
Upon hearing this, everyone let out a collective "Ah."
"Elder Zhao, why not let it slide this time? Let Dai Wei celebrate his birthday properly?"
"Yeah, the poor guy just turned nineteen, and you put his name in the lottery box."
But then, there were voices of opposition: "Why should he get an exception?"
"Exactly, why should he?"
