Galactic Garbage Station

was good enough to give me a chance.
It wouldn’t look good for me to ask other people for help.” Su Jing waved his hands and Lin Hao had to give up.
He thought it would be better if Su Jing lost the game soon.

“We have five people here.
It’s not easy to pick the players.
Let’s just draw lots.
Here are five sheets of papers with 0,1, and 3 numbers on them.
Everyone will pick one and the one who picks number third will get a pass to the next round.” Song Xueru said.

None of them had any other opinions, the chubby middle-aged man glanced at Su Jing coldly and his resentment towards Su Jing could not help but rise.
This guy would not sell the Aphrodisiac Pill to him but he did sell it to others, which caused him to feel like a second-rate man.
He just came from a Chef Competition and did not give him zero points.
Why is this guy planning to grab others’ pet for himself?

Su Jing didn’t pay attention to the short and middle-aged man with hostile eyes.
When he heard about the draws, his eyes suddenly flashed.
Since he didn’t want to show his Go skills, it was natural to play as little as possible.
This drawing lot has given him a chance to do that.

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Therefore, Su Jing directly released his spiritual force and swiped the five-folded paper on Old Song’s hand, and carefully detected them.
Currently, his spiritual force is strong and he can even detect a small dent not visible to naked eyes on any object.
So, Su Jing knows everything about the five pieces of paper.

“I’ll draw first.” Su Jing said, and casually took one of them.
The others didn’t care about it at all.
It doesn’t matter who came first or who came last in the lottery.
Wang Yan and three other people also drew one in a row.
Wang Yan and an Old man of 50 or 60 years old drew 0, another old man and the chunky middle-aged man drew 1, and Su Jing drew 3, which was a natural rotation.

“Good luck, you don’t need to compete to advance to the first round.” Zhu Jianhua laughed.

“Luck is also a strength.” Su Jing smiled.

Wang Yan, the Chunky Middle-aged, and the other two sat opposite to each other and started to play.
The intellectual woman and two other girls were sitting on Wang Yan’s side as they were apparently on good terms with Wang Yan, while the others were standing.
As expected, all four of them were good at Go and they played well.
However, most of the people on the scene could not understand it.
After all, Go is not something one can understand just by watching it.

Song Xueru and Su Jing watched for a while and they have already figured out the ability and level of these four people.
If they did not intentionally hide their strength, then it is obvious that they are on an amateur level, at best, they are good amateurs.

Su Jing and other people did not continue to watch, they sit at other tea tables and began to chat.
Zhu Jianhua and Lin Hao and others formally introduced each other.
They were all good friends of Su Jing.
Naturally, they felt more cordial and talked with each other very quickly.
People are full of praise for the tea in this teahouse.
Only Su Jing is drinking this tea casually without saying anything, compared to deciduous tea made from the Immortal World leaves, this is far too common.

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After half an hour, both games of Go were finished.
Wang Yan and the Chunky Middle-aged won.
The other two elders showed unwillingness but they have lost and they did not plan to play any tricks.

“Let’s start drawing lots for the second round,” Song Xueru laughed as he holds three sheets of paper in his hand.

“I’ll go first.” The Chunky middle-aged man said and he had reached for it.
Su Jing’s spiritual force swept through the three sheets of paper and he found that the middle-aged man was about to grab the free pass sheet.
Su Jing immediately used his Spiritual Force to invade the brain of the middle-aged man and used the spiritual attack—Plant Reading— on him.
Today, his spiritual force is much stronger than before and he can use Plant Reading in a more relaxed and natural manner.

The chunky middle-aged man subconsciously changed his mind and took the next one.
After he took it, he was feeling a little bit weird.
He realized that he didn’t want to take this one.
However, he didn’t care.
After all, when most people draw lots, they hesitate to take this one and that one, which is not surprising.

Su Jing rushed forward and took one, while Wang Yan took the remaining one.
The result was as expected by Su Jing.
The Chunky middle-aged man and Wang Yan drew 0 while Su Jing drew 1.

“Fuck, this guy’s luck is very good.” The Chunky middle-aged man and other people in the teahouse couldn’t help but curse in their hearts.
This guy got lucky twice in a row, what bullshit luck.

(To be continued ~ ^ ~.)