Chapter 1780 With This Kind of Emotional Intelligence, Can You Be an Artist?

"Okay." Zhao Yuan was amused by her words, "Then you will reveal the result. Let's see if your luck is as bad as always, or if you can be a lucky person for once."

Qiao Mianmian did not keep it a secret and quickly opened the note.

Zhao Yuan immediately asked: "What is your room number?"

"No. 6." Qiao Mianmian showed the note to Zhao Yuan.

"No. 6?" Zhao Yuan took the note and saw that there was indeed a six written on it. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then laughed.

Qiao Mianmian was a little confused by his smile, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhao, what's wrong?"

"You said that you rarely bought 'another bottle' when buying water before, I think you are very lucky. Look, the biggest and best room was drawn by you."

Qiao Mianmian was stunned, and then blinked: "The biggest and best room was drawn by me?"

"Yes, Room 6, the biggest and best room."

Qiao Mianmian still couldn't believe that her luck was really so good: "Really? My luck is so good?"

Zhao Yuan smiled and nodded: "Yes, really. You are our lucky one today."

The people around her looked at her with envy and jealousy.

Especially Song Ke, she was almost angry to death.

She originally wanted to draw the best room, but now Qiao Mianmian drew it!

Song Ke was extremely unhappy with Qiao Mianmian because of Zhanbo's matter. Now seeing Qiao Mianmian draw the room she wanted most, she felt even more uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but say, "There can't be any shady manipulation, how can she be so lucky. She was the last one to draw, and then she drew the best room."

Then Zhao Yuan's expression froze, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes.

Although he had heard before that Song Ke had low emotional intelligence, he didn't expect it to be so low.

With this kind of emotional intelligence, can she be an artist?

If it weren't for the sponsor behind her, I'm afraid she wouldn't even be able to make it to the 18th line.

Zhao Yuan was unhappy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and said, "So this is a matter of luck. Okay, now everyone knows which room you are in, so go back to your own room and pack your luggage."

"After you pack, we'll have dinner."

"By the way, there will be a bonfire party prepared by the program team for dinner. Those who want to participate can come. If you want to go out and find food by yourself, that's fine. Anyway, you must be back before nine o'clock in the evening."

"At that time, I will count the number of people. Do you understand?"

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After Zhao Yuan explained what he should explain that day, he left.

Qiao Mianmian also dragged her suitcase to Room 6.

After entering the room, she couldn't help but sigh to herself: "It's really the best room. There is even a TV and a refrigerator in this room."

Other people's rooms don't have many electrical appliances.

Only Qiao Mianmian's room is equipped with relatively complete facilities.

And the bed in her room is bigger than the beds in other people's rooms. It is a two-meter wide bed.

Because other people's rooms are smaller, they put in 1.2-meter beds.

Tall people like Zhanbo and Han Yan would feel uncomfortable sleeping there.

And Qiao Mianmian's room was paved with wood flooring. Although it was the kind of flooring that looked cheap, it was the only room with wood flooring.