The drawing of lots was done by having us write our names on slips of paper and putting them into a box. Shio would then pick five names randomly.
Because of that, the chance of being chosen was equal for everyone. She was truly being fair. Yet, why did it feel like her grin hadn’t dissipated? Like she still had something up her sleeve, waiting for me.
It couldn’t be that she had a surefire way of picking me out of 31 names, right? Yep. Most likely, that’s the case.
The class whispered among themselves and the anticipation rose as Shio slipped her hand inside the box. She shook it lightly, the rustling papers akin to the shuffling of cards before a high-stakes poker game.