Chapter 163: I Think You Look Like a Total Fool! —— Wang Li's Rebuke

The lucky bag game is just like opening a blind box.

One party writes something on a piece of paper, and the other responds.

The initiative lies entirely in the hands of the lucky bag owner, relying not on looks, but purely on luck.

This approach is both bold and thrilling.

People in high society are truly extraordinary.

It would be fine if you end up meeting a stranger in the end, but it would be extremely awkward if it turned out to be an acquaintance.

"Bro, you two go ahead and play by yourselves, I'm heading over there."

Principal Wang gestured toward a direction with more female players and strolled off on his own.

On the other side, Old Wang was itching to try this lucky bag game and ran off to the side to write something.

It was unclear what Old Wang wrote on it, but he looked extremely excited. After finishing, he happily scampered over to the spot where the lucky bags were hung.

Seeing this, Bai Qingming decided to follow him and take a look.

He swore to himself that he definitely did not want to engage in any one-night stands.

Bai Qingming was simply curious about what the owners of those lucky bags would write inside.

He was just going to look, nothing more.

They say that good-looking people never have bad luck.

Bai Qingming figured that if he were the one opening these blind boxes, he definitely wouldn't mess up.

Following Old Wang, Bai Qingming arrived at the lucky bag display area.

An entire wall in the middle of the hall was covered with lucky bags containing notes that others had written and hung up.

All these lucky bags were the same color and identical in style, making it impossible to tell them apart from the outside appearance.

With a palpitating heart, Bai Qingming took a lucky bag from the wall and held it in his hand.

Upon opening it, a folded note fluttered out.

"I wonder which wealthy young lady or female celebrity wrote this?"

Bai Qingming muttered to himself.

He was both expectant and a little nervous.

However, the moment Bai Qingming impatiently unfolded the note, that feeling vanished instantly.

Purple handwriting.

It was written by a man.

Honestly speaking, it was quite a letdown.

This feeling was akin to lying in bed with a young woman, groping your way all the way, and finally placing your hand under her lower garments, only to touch something hard, long, and distinctly out of place on a woman's body.

And that thing was even bigger than your own.

Shaking his head, Bai Qingming shoved the note back inside and hung the lucky bag right back in its original spot.

He plucked another lucky bag from the wall.

Reigniting his hope, he opened it.

The handwriting on this one was purple as well.

Left by a man again.

That makes no sense.

Was his luck really this terrible today?

Puzzled, Bai Qingming plucked yet another lucky bag from the wall.

He took out the note and unfolded it.

It was written by a damn man again.

Damn it!

This game is rigged!

Could they not separate the men and women by using different lucky bags?

Bai Qingming was starting to go crazy.

Refusing to accept this, he grabbed another lucky bag.

"I am willing to trade ten years of Old Wang's lifespan for a note left by a woman!"

Bai Qingming made a solemn vow.

Open!

Well, Old Wang's lifespan was safe.

It was written by a man once again.

The purple handwriting read, "Who are you?"

Bai Qingming was rendered speechless.

Are you kidding me?

Why are all of these lucky bags left by men?

Could it be that same-sex relationships are true love, while opposite-sex relationships are merely for procreation?

No, no, it could definitely not be like this.

Then why couldn't he open a single lucky bag left by a woman?

This is unfair!

The more Bai Qingming thought about it, the angrier and more frustrated he became.

In an instant, a wave of mischievous fury welled up from his heart.

Picking up that note from earlier again, Bai Qingming scribbled a reply on it.

[Who are you?]

[I am your daddy!]

After finishing, Bai Qingming folded the note and hung the lucky bag back up.

Ah, what a refreshing feeling!

He finally felt much better.

Since nobody knew he was the one who wrote it anyway, Bai Qingming felt zero psychological pressure.

However, just as Bai Qingming had vented his frustration and was about to leave, Old Wang's voice suddenly rang out.

"Bro, this game is way too much fun! Every single lucky bag I randomly open turns out to be from a young lady, and I haven't encountered a single one left by a man.

Bro, do you think I might be lucky enough to meet a female celebrity tonight?"

This fellow hadn't even realized the severity of the situation yet and chimed in cheerfully, adding fuel to the fire.

"As long as you're happy."

Bai Qingming forced out a smile, then silently turned around and plucked another lucky bag from the wall.

According to the law of conservation of energy, Murphy's law, and a whole bunch of other random laws he was making up on the spot, he simply couldn't come up with any more excuses.

Anyway, combining all these factors, the result was unsurprising: the owner of this lucky bag was still a man.

A short line of text was written on the note.

[I look like a celebrity. Guess who I resemble?]

The moment he saw this sentence, Bai Qingming didn't hesitate for a second. He picked up his pen and vigorously scribbled a reply.

[You look like a moron to me!]

Finished, pen lifted.

For some reason, though,

after replying this time, Bai Qingming didn't feel as refreshed as he had just a moment ago.

He felt like something was still missing.

It was all that jerk Old Wang's fault for strutting over to show off, acting as if he wanted everyone to know.

Glancing at Old Wang, who was happily unsealing lucky bags nearby, Bai Qingming felt even more irritated.

And so.

Bai Qingming unfolded the note in his hand once more and added something right after the sentence he had just written.

[You look like a moron to me! —— Wang Li-dui.]

Well, what do you know.

After adding those few extra words, Bai Qingming instantly felt utterly vindicated, feeling even more gratified than before.

Not bad at all, simply fantastic!

Let's keep going.

Bai Qingming felt like a certified genius, having accidentally discovered an entirely new way to play this lucky bag game.

Wasn't this much more interesting than the original gameplay?

Without stopping his hands, he unsealed another lucky bag.

Still a note left by a man.

[What are you up to?]

Bai Qingming wrote without missing a beat.

[Excavating your ancestral tombs. —— Wang Li-dui.]

Brilliant!

Next lucky bag.

[I feel like I look a bit pathetic, can you comfort me?]

Without even needing to think, Bai Qingming jotted down his reply.

[Don't be discouraged, you still have many fine qualities. For instance, you possess great self-awareness. —— Wang Dui.]

So satisfying!

A smile gradually spread across Bai Qingming's face, growing brighter and brighter.

Yet when he unsealed the next one, his brow suddenly furrowed.

[21 years old, first time, D-cup, can drink iced beverages, can eat seafood without minding the fishy taste.]

What the heck?

Why is the handwriting red?

Was this written by a woman?

No, thank you.

Having finally opened a lucky bag left by a young lady, Bai Qingming found that the thrill was completely gone.

Without even sparing it a second glance, he tossed it aside and continued with his previous antics.

And thus,

Bai Qingming had the time of his life, getting more and more hooked and unable to stop.

[I'm so rich, why can't I find a girlfriend?]

[Don't you ever look in the mirror? Because you're ugly. —— Wang Li-dui.]

[Would you like to come to my place to rest?]

[If you can't perform, just admit it. What's with calling it a rest? —— Wang Li-dui.]

[I don't have much to say, how about you?]

[Mine is too big, bear with it. —— Wang Li-dui.]

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