Lan Jue did not stop to greet the gathered students. He made his way towards the podium, and placed the tray he’d brought with him atop it. Next, he fumbled through his coat until he pulled out a small cloth pouch, removing it’s contents. He placed this upon the tray.
He spun around to face the board, and scrawled something across it’s surface: Who wants to win a prize?
At first only the students in the front noticed, but word quickly spread. Attention turned to Lan Jue, and the volume decreased.
He continued to write: It’s too noisy to hold the raffle.
Quiet washed over the room. Wang Hongyun was curious at the promise of a raffle. It was certainly a novel approach. It was quiet now, he thought, but these were college students – stickers and candy weren’t going to cut it. If the prize wasn’t good enough in their estimation, he was going to have a classroom of angry students on his hands.
