"OHhhhhhh—!!"
Amid thunderous cheers.
Below the stage, Yan Huan stood with her arms folded, staring intently at Plastic Bag's opponent.
This was the second round of the Sunsilk selection, and the contest was all about craftsmanship.
The two contestants had to list several crafts they could make, draw lots, and then create whatever they drew.
"Why was there a round like this?"
Standing among the crowd, Yan Huan felt worried for Plastic Bag.
This girl had been born in a place like a dump. She might have been good at making simple, practical things, but if she had to make elegant handicrafts... she would probably lose to actual talent show contestants.
"Alright, both contestants have listed the crafts they know. Now, let's draw lots!"
Orange Soda Man reached into the lottery box, casually fished around, and pulled out a paper slip.
"The task for this round is to create beautiful pottery!"
"Clay jars and clay bottles are both acceptable. They must be painted, while the shape and patterns are up to the contestants. The final score will be based on appearance!"
"Now, our special guest, Mr. Rick, will distribute the materials to the two contestants!"
Then Mr. Rick slowly stepped onto the stage, walked up to Orange Soda Man, and grabbed its wrist.
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"Mr. Rick, what are you doing?"
"Examiner, could you tell me why this paper slip is cold?"
With a sharp eye, Mr. Rick snatched the slip away and said with a smile:
"The other slips are normal, but this one is cold. That makes it very easy for you to pull this particular slip from the box."
"Tch, what the hell are you talking about?!"
Orange Soda Man hurriedly shook off Mr. Rick's hand and shouted angrily:
"Security, security!!"
"Please escort Mr. Rick offstage. He looks