Holy Sh*t...
Editor: Henyee Translations
Qiao Mu waved her hand. The man from yesterday was yielding to her again out of courtesy, but she didn't need that. It didn't matter to her whether she was first.
Qiao Mu walked up and drew a bamboo stick. Afterwards, she puttered away to stand on the side.
Humph!
Whoever wanted to line up last to get a bye could do as they liked. In any case, Qiaoqiao didn't want to come up to draw lots again tomorrow!
Everybody finished drawing lots.
The elder gave a nod before looking at the stupefied student who was the last person in line.
This blockhead was probably confused as to why he still had to draw a lot when he had already fought for the last spot in line.
Shouldn't it be a free pass?
"Is everybody also puzzled as to why the last person also has a bamboo stick?"
A bad premonition crossed everybody's minds.