Results of the Draw, One After the Other

"Zhou Moyan has gone to draw lots. What if we're the first few to perform and she can't make it here in time?"

Yin Wenzhi didn't listen to her words and continued with a cold face while shaking her hands, "We've already collided with other people's songs. It'll only make things worse if we're also late."

No one from the Chinese Medicine Faculty spoke.

Song Tian wanted to defend Qiao Nian, but she didn't want to quarrel with her companions, or she would be laughed at by others.

She endured it, but she couldn't help but feel sorry for Qiao Nian.

After all, no one from the department was willing to perform with her, and she and Qiao Nian only came forward to win glory for the department.

They didn't want such a thing to happen, either.

It was the track she had chosen by herself at the beginning, but it was the same as the performance track of the Clinical Department. She could accept it if Yin Wenzhi and the others blamed her.