Night.
In Meng Yu's camp, lights were bright as people arrived one after another to chat with Meng Yu.
So much had happened during the day that everyone gained a deep understanding of Meng Yu.
Most of the students were willing to get to know Meng Yu, and they were happy to accept his invitation.
After all, those who are willing to vote and participate in the drawing are good kids, aren't they?
As the conversation went on, they began to curse those who were unwilling to vote.
Were they just relying on their own strength and good talents or what?
Some even said that those who had voted against them now formed a loose group, stationed together.
"Meng Yu, logically speaking, you are one of them, so why are you standing with us? After all, you don't have to draw lots either!"
Someone said this.
"Who said I'm not participating in the drawing?"
Meng Yu was taken aback, then taken aback again.
