Are You Going to Draw or Not

After chatting for a while, Zhong Qing got acquainted with everyone.

Meng Wenzhou then took out ten room cards and placed them on the table, smiling. "Before heading to our rooms, let's play a little game."

"What game?"

"These are the cards for ten rooms. When I booked them, I originally intended to get all the same room type. However, Brother Lao Ma's place is too popular, and there weren't many of the suites I wanted left."

Hearing this, Lao Ma refilled Meng Wenzhou's teacup. "Sorry about that, it's still peak season, so we have quite a few guests."

Meng Wenzhou waved his hand with a smile. "No problem."

He then looked at the others and continued. "Now, there are only three deluxe suites available. The next tier down, the superior king rooms, there are five of those. The last two are standard twin rooms."

"So what?" Pan Ning turned her head.

"So, we'll draw cards. Whatever room type you draw is what you get, no swapping. Pure luck. That's perfectly fair, right?"

"Mhm, very fair," Chu Qiunan nodded.

Ji Bo thought for a moment and asked, "But how do we draw?"

"Simple. Since we have a new friend here who flew all the way from Haicheng specifically for this, let her decide the drawing order. How about that?"

"Sounds good~"

"No problem! I refuse to believe I can't compare to Old Su in pure luck, even if my luck with romance isn't as good!!" Chu Qiunan looked at Su Yang and said, deliberately gritting his teeth.

Su Yang grinned. "You just have to compete in everything, huh?"

"Exactly! I consider myself quite handsome too, right guys?" He said, turning to look at the others.

The others turned their heads away without replying. Only Zhong Qing smiled sweetly and nodded. "Brother Nan is definitely handsome, extremely handsome~"

"Hehe, see? It takes our new little sister Qing to truly understand me."

"No more digressions. Let's begin then," Meng Wenzhou said, looking at Zhong Qing with a smile. "Xiao Qing, you decide. Who draws first?"

"Is there even a question? Xiao Qing will definitely let Brother Yang draw first~" Liu Bo said on purpose.

Zhong Qing rolled her eyes. "Let me see."

She glanced around at everyone, her gaze finally settling on Meng Qianyu beside her.

"This beauty, Qianyu, can go first~"

"Yes! You made a great choice, Xiao Qing~ Hehe, you can just call me Qianyu."

"Okay, Qianyu~"

Seeing this, Meng Wenzhou picked up the room cards, shuffled them, and placed them face down on the table. "Then you draw. Whatever you get, you have to accept it. No backing out."

"Am I that kind of person?" Meng Qianyu said, standing up and walking over to Meng Wenzhou to look at the ten cards on the table.

The backs of the room cards were all identical, offering no clues. The fronts wouldn't help either, only showing the room numbers. Without having stayed there before, naturally no one knew which number corresponded to which room type, but Meng Wenzhou habitually treated the cards like playing cards.

Meng Qianyu stared at the cards for thirty seconds. Meng Wenzhou said impatiently, "My dear lady, are you going to draw or not?"

"Draw, draw, draw." Meng Qianyu reached out and picked up the third card from the left.

Seeing this, Su Qingci asked, "Huh? Sister Qianyu, didn't you say your lucky number was 7? Why didn't you take the seventh card?"

"Ah?" Meng Qianyu was taken aback, then laughed it off. "Um... that was before. My lucky number today is three."

"It can change like that?"

"Of course~" Meng Qianyu said with a smile, holding the card as she returned to her seat.

Meng Wenzhou then said, "Qianyu, don't look at it yet. Let's wait until everyone has chosen, then show them to Brother Lao Ma. He'll tell each person what their room type is."

"Sure~"

Lao Ma nodded. "No problem. You friends from the big city sure know how to have fun, haha."

"Just killing time~"

Meng Wenzhou continued, "Alright, Xiao Qing, keep going~"

Zhong Qing pointed at Pan Ning. "Sister Pan will be second~"

"Alrighty~ Pan Pan, your turn."

"Just toss one over to me." Pan Ning couldn't even be bothered to get up.

Meng Wenzhou smiled. "Should I choose for you? Or...?"

"Su Yang can choose for me."

"Alrighty~"

"Here you go, Old Su~" Meng Wenzhou pushed the cards in front of Su Yang.

Su Yang glanced at the cards and randomly picked one.

Meng Wenzhou took the card out and pushed it in front of Pan Ning, then said, "Xiao Qing, continue."

Zhong Qing looked at Su Qingci. "I'll just say the whole order now. Next is Su Su, Sister Ziyun, Brother Meng, Brother Ziming, Brother Fatty, Brother Bo, Brother Nan, and finally Su Yang."

"You're putting Brother Yang last?" Liu Bo looked at Zhong Qing, puzzled.

The corners of Zhong Qing's mouth lifted, revealing a row of neat, white teeth in a sweet smile. "Since it's all pure luck anyway, who goes first or last doesn't really make a difference."

"I suppose that's true."

Meng Wenzhou interrupted the two and looked at Su Qingci. "Xiao Su, choose a card."

"Okay."

The next few people quickly selected a room card each.

Now, each person held a room card with a room number written on it, and they all looked at Lao Ma sitting across the tea table.

Meng Wenzhou smiled. "Show them to Brother Lao Ma in the order we just decided."

Meng Qianyu was the first to flip her card over and read it. "My room number is Lan-31."

Lao Ma knew every room type in his inn like the back of his hand. Upon hearing the number, he smiled. "This young lady has pretty good luck. In your terms, this room is the middle-tier type."

"Ah? Only middle-tier? I thought I got a deluxe suite~"

"Hehe, Qianyu, no changing once chosen, remember? We agreed," Meng Wenzhou reminded Meng Qianyu, just in case she tried to back out.

Meng Qianyu leaned back in her chair and said proudly, "Who said I wanted to change? At least it's not the worst one."

"Pan Pan, what's your room number?"

"Zhu-38."

"Well now!! This young lady has even better luck. Yours is a deluxe suite~"

Pan Ning gave a slight nod.

The others showed expressions of envy upon hearing this.

"Damn, a card Brother Yang randomly picked is a deluxe suite. So now there are only two suites left," Ji Bo said enviously.

"Mhm, pure luck. Next."

The others announced their room numbers in turn.

The final results were as follows.

Tang Ziyun, Meng Qianyu, Meng Wenzhou, Chu Qiunan, and Liu Bo—five people—got the mid-tier rooms.

Su Yang, Pan Ning, and Su Qingci—three people—had the best luck and got the deluxe suites.

Ji Bo and Zhang Ziming—two people—were the unluckiest and got the standard twin rooms.

Even so, rooms within the same tier weren't necessarily next to each other. They were almost all spaced a few rooms apart, or on different floors and in different directions.

The ten of them were now essentially scattered across the four courtyards at the back of the inn.

Actually, this was Meng Wenzhou's intention. While he hadn't lied about the limited number of room types available, rooms within the same tier could have been booked to be adjacent. He deliberately scattered everyone to make it more convenient for his own plans.

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