The instant noodles in hand, four packs in total, were enough for one person to eat two meals, and others cast envious glances.
Yu Xia hugged the instant noodles in her arms and directed Xie Qingci to be the second to sprint forward.
"The rule is—you do rock-paper-scissors; I grab. I do rock-paper-scissors; you grab. Come on, watch how I win."
Xie Qingci obediently listened, then watched her lose three rounds in a row.
"..." She suspected this was some kind of mysticism, and today she might only be fit to grab things.
She lost to Song Xi, observed her unlucky hand, and silently pulled Xie Qingci in front of her as a shield.
Xie Qingci asked, "Should I go?"
Yu Xia sighed heavily, "Sometimes you have to trust in luck. Let me see if you can turn the tide."
Xie Qingci and Song Xi hastily and casually played a round of rock-paper-scissors, and Xie Qingci won.
Yu Xia solemnly entrusted the instant noodles to him and rushed up to snatch another item.
