"Let's draw the lots!."

　　When the emcee uttered these four words, 98 deliberately glanced at Huo Yuhao in his wheelchair, who was a head shorter than everyone else. His lips moved, and he seemed to be mouthing, "Pray!"

　　Huo Yuhao smiled a strange smile. Yes! Pray, but it's you who has to pray that you won't be matched with me...

　　The lot-drawing process was simple. There was a large crystal ball, and six tiny b.a.l.l.s inside with magnets on them. There were two magnets in each of three different areas inside the crystal ball, and the tiny b.a.l.l.s that were drawn to the magnets in these respective areas when the crystal ball began to rotate would face each other today.

　　The b.a.l.l.s with 96 and 98 were already attached to two different regions, which meant the two wouldn't meet each other in this round. The four other b.a.l.l.s were still at the bottom.