In the hall, the singers were drawing lots. Li Xuegang was a newcomer, so he was sent up to draw first. He reached into the box, swiftly pulled out a ball, glanced at it, and turned the number toward the camera. "No. 2."
Li Rongxing was still being flamboyant and funny, muttering for his ancestors' blessings. He drew Number 1.
Huang Yuteng drew his lot. "No. 3."
Li Rongxing burst into exaggerated laughter. "Successfully avoided two formidable enemies! Wahahaha!"
The Bullet Screen was filled with laughing comments. The audience had been thoroughly amused by him.
Hong Jingyao drew No. 3. He shrugged helplessly. "Teacher Huang, it's finally time for us to go at each other."
Huang Yuteng smiled. "Let's not go at each other. We'll just do our best. If anyone's fighting, it won't be us."
Hong Jingyao froze for a moment, then his expression turned strange as he looked at Chen Xiaotong, who had stepped up to the lottery box. Whether those two would face off depended on her.
Her draw was crucial. The audience, including them, had long been anticipating the PK Match—Qin Baobao versus Li Xuegang—which depended entirely on whether Chen Xiaotong drew No. 3 or No. 2.
Chen Xiaotong pulled out her numbered ball and froze. The camera lingered on her stunned face.
Commercial break...
"Damn it, losing the chain at a crucial moment."
"What did she draw? Damn commercials."
"This ad break was perfectly placed. Let me just say: mmp."
"I've already taken off my pants, and this is what you show me?"
Qin Ze pressed the fast-forward button and skipped through the commercial break. Since these were ads embedded in the program, they could be manually fast-forwarded. If they were ads played by an online streaming platform, then all he could do was obediently