Chapter 1777: Can you still be an artist with this kind of emotional intelligence?
Chapter 1777 With this kind of emotional intelligence, can he still be an artist?
"Okay." Zhao Yuan was amused by her words, "Then it's up to you to reveal the result and see if your luck is as bad as ever, or if you can be a lucky person for once."
Qiao Mianmian didn't show any concern and quickly opened the note.
Zhao Yuan immediately asked: "What's your room number?"
“No. 6.” Qiao Mianmian showed the note to Zhao Yuan.
“No. 6?” Zhao Yuan took the note and looked at it. Sure enough, there was a six written on it. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.
Qiao Mianmian was a little confused by his smile and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Zhao, what's wrong?"
“You also said that you rarely bought ‘another bottle’ when buying water before. I think you are very lucky. No, the biggest and best room was chosen by you.”
Qiao Mianmian was stunned for a moment, then blinked: "I chose the biggest and best room?"
“Well, Room 6 is the biggest and best room.”
Qiao Mianmian still couldn't believe that her luck was so good: "Really? I'm so lucky?"
Zhao Yuan smiled and nodded: "Well, really. You are our lucky one today."
Several people around her looked at her with envy and jealousy.
Especially Song Ke, she was almost furious.
She originally wanted to get the best room, but now she was chosen by Qiao Mianmian!
Song Ke was already extremely unhappy with Qiao Mianmian because of the Zhanbo incident. Now that she saw Qiao Mianmian win the room she wanted most, she felt even more uncomfortable.
She couldn't help but said: "There can't be some secret operation, why is she so lucky? She was the last one to draw, and then she got the best room."
He saw the expression on Zhao Yuan's face stiffen for a moment, and a trace of displeasure quickly passed through his eyes.
Although he had heard that Song Ke’s emotional intelligence was not high before, he did not expect that his emotional intelligence was so low.
With this kind of emotional intelligence, can you still be an artist?
If it weren't for the financial backer 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 still didn't show it on his face, and said with a smile: "So this is just a matter of luck. Okay, now that everyone knows which room you are in, let's go back to our respective rooms to pack our luggage. "
“We’ll have dinner after everything is ready.”
"By the way, there will be a bonfire party prepared by the program team for dinner. Anyone who wants to participate can come. If you want to go out to find food by yourself, that's fine. In short, 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 finished explaining what he had to 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 is indeed the best room. There is a TV and a refrigerator in this room."
Other people’s rooms have few electrical appliances.
Only Qiao Mianmian's room has relatively complete facilities.
And the bed in her room is larger than the beds in other people's rooms. It is a two-meter wide bed.
Because other people’s rooms are relatively small, the beds they put in them are only 1.2 meters long.
Tall people like Zhan Bo and Han Yan would feel a little uncomfortable sleeping.
Moreover, Qiao Mianmian's room still has a floor. Although it is a cheap-looking floor, it is also the only room with a floor.
(End of this chapter)