Gu Mian felt this was the moment in his life with the highest probability of drawing a rare item; his eyes gleamed as he stared at the bamboo tube.
"Wait, Doctor! How about I do it?" Having been around Gu Mian for a while, Fatty had unwavering faith in his luck.
Although he didn't usually draw anything good, there was always a chance he could pull something like an aircraft carrier out of a hat at a crucial moment. Where would they even find one of those?
Gu Mian paused. He sifted through the bamboo slips in the tube; they were all blank, presumably to prevent him from choosing based on any markings.
"Alright," Gu Mian withdrew his hand and looked at Fatty. "You draw then."
Fatty let out a small sigh of relief. He nervously reached for the bamboo tube, took a deep breath, and shook it hard, much like someone praying to the gods for a good fortune slip.
Immediately, a bamboo slip fell out with a PLOP.
