There would be no byes in the first round.
This meant Bai Yuan was guaranteed to face an opponent.
Ma Dingjun and Cheng Li stood with him, and the three of them looked at the slips of paper in each other's hands.
Cheng Li had drawn a "5".
Bai Yuan's expression turned strange as he looked at the slip in Ma Dingjun's hand.
The number in Ma Dingjun's hand was also a "7"—meaning Ma Dingjun was Bai Yuan's opponent.
'What a coincidence...'
Bai Yuan was a little speechless. The competition had barely started, and Huwei Arts Hall was already guaranteed to lose a member. It was hard to know what to make of it.
When Ma Dingjun saw the "7" in Bai Yuan's hand, he was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Looks like I'm good for something after all."
He smiled freely, without a trace of disappointment.
