Chapter 491: 331
Cui Yu stated firmly, “That’s right, the girl group from our class!”
“Wow~” Zhao Jinyang gasped in disbelief, “A girl group, a ‘Divine Sense’ girl group!”
His eyes involuntarily drifted towards Class 8’s sunshade.
Behind the table, a pair of charming twins were frolicking joyfully, and next to the twins was a girl with exceptionally good looks and a pure deanor.
Zhao Jinyang recognized the girl. Her na was Bai Yuxia.
He rembered the school anniversary opening ceremony where Bai Yuxia and the twins had danced together in white dresses, stunning and enchanting the audience.
Breathtakingly beautiful, afterwards, many boys from his class had inquired about her contact information.
Zhao Jinyang, a young and vigorous boy, was no exception.
He longed so much to watch the dance up close once again.
And now, Cui Yu was actually using their class’s girl group as a bet.
It was like wanting to sleep and having soone hand you a pillow.
Zhao Jinyang forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.
He began going through the motions, skeptical, “Do you keep your word?”
Cui Yu felt offended, “You doubt my relationship with them?”
“People call ‘Mr. Cui’, the social butterfly of Class 8. Do you understand the value of this nickna?”
Hearing this, Zhao Jinyang thought, ‘There are only misnad people in the world, never a misnad nickna.’
He was now sowhat convinced, “Alright, it’s a deal.”
Zhao Jinyang raised his robust arm.
Cui Yu went for a manly handshake, “Hahaha, it’s a deal. Just wait for the girls from your class to co over!”
Zhao Jinyang, “We’ll see!”
When it ca to doing business, no one understood the concept of a no-cost business quite like Zhao Jinyang.
He and his classmates had practiced the ‘three-legged race’ so many tis that winning the competition wouldn’t be difficult at all!
Zhao Jinyang left with a happy expression, feeling incredibly clever!
Watch him crush Class 8 and revive the spirit of Class 7.
Cui Yu was equally delighted. If he won, he would get to enjoy watching the girls from Class 7 dance; if he lost, he could still offload the ‘nuclear bomb’ of his own class. Either way, he wouldn’t lose.
Wasn’t he a genius?
…
“Guys, I’ve made a deal with Class 7 next door. If we win the fun sports et, the tall girl from their class will co dance for us!”
Guo Kunnan asked excitedly, “Is it that girl who’s even taller than , nad Tang Fu?”
Cui Yu, “That’s right, it’s her!”
“I swear, that girl looks so athletic. I think she’s even more formidable than Li Shi!” Guo Kunnan said, “Li Shi has the haughty deanor of a Miss, but Tang Fu doesn’t; she’s tough and fiery.”
Dan Kaiquan was taken aback, “Brother Nan, you sure know a lot.”
Guo Kunnan, “Hey, practice makes perfect.”
Under the influence of Hu Jun, he was now able to simply categorize and comnt on many beautiful girls.
Previously, whenever he saw a girl, all he knew was to say, “Damn, she’s so beautiful!”
Now, he understood the colorful appeal of beauty.
People must grow, and he was gradually becoming complete.
“Cui Yu, Brother Quan, work hard and win this competition!” Guo Kunnan repeatedly reminded them, “If we win, I’ll treat you to fried skewers!”
Dan Kaiquan, “You didn’t have to say that, I would’ve tried hard anyway.”
He wanted to work hard to show Bai Yuxia and prove his strength.
Cui Yu was trying hard to watch Tang Fu dance.
Zhang Chi was trying for the generous prize money, to experience the life of the elite.
Each had their own goals, and this fun match was their arena to prove their strength.
Training, training, more training!
After a few minutes, the three of them were almost obsessed with their training.
They rged into one, reaching over into Class 1’s territory.
Cui Yu watched Du Chuan and his companions wobble like toddlers in their steps and imdiately laughed mockingly.
On a regular day, the prestigious Class 1 was an existence they couldn’t aspire to; however, on the sports field, robust physical fitness was the decisive factor.
Class 1 had previously been humiliated by Class 8, and they were all young—none of them would back down.
Wei Xiu Yuan angrily exclaid, “You want to compete? Let’s compete!”
The n of Class 8 couldn’t bear to swallow this insult as they saw the aging impotence of their rivals.
Cui Yu burst into laughter, stepping forward,
“If we are to compete, there should be a wager, right?”
Wei Xiu Yuan was stunned; a bold idea ford in his mind.
“What’s the wager?”
Cui Yu, repeating his previous tactic, boasted:
“If you lose, you let your class’s Dong Jiayi dance again; if we lose, I’ll have our class’s girl group perform for your class!”
Cui Yu’s arrogance was like rubbing salt into the wounds of Class 1.
The boys of Class 1’s faces changed, their piled-up frustrations ignited.
A competition? Dammit, let’s compete!
The boys of Class 1 fervently shouted, “Compete, compete, let’s compete with him!”
Class 8’s minions were no match for them!
In their fervor, Wei Xiu Yuan glanced at Dong Jiayi from their class, and his fiery heart instantly cooled.
How could he bear to place his beloved in such a bet?
Dong Jiayi was not a commodity!
Yet, Dong Jiayi still stood up for her class, facing the fierce Cui Yu and his companions with a strong expression on her face:
“I’m in for the bet!”
“I believe in the boys of our class!”
There was an indescribable sense of righteousness in her tone.
The boys of Class 1 were moved, and the sentintal ones among them recalled the historic scene of ‘sending Wang Zhaojun over the border.’
At that mont, they wished they could die for Dong Jiayi!
Emotions are contagious, and the boys of Class 1 got all fired up, agreeing to the competition, demanding blood for blood from Class 8.
Then, a voice rang out, “Clarify what you an by ‘girls’ group.'”
The newcor was a tall and handso boy with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes; he was Zhuang Jianhui from Class 1.
Zhuang Jianhui stared at Cui Yu, waiting for his reply.
Cui Yu was startled, wondering how among this group of fools in Class 1, a smart one suddenly erged?
“It’s the girls’ group, obviously our most outstanding girls.”
Cui Yu looked like he was being wrongfully accused, “I handed over our class’s girls already, what more do you want?”
Zhuang Jianhui pressed on, “Clarify further.”
Among the onlookers, Du Chuanxun asked in a low voice, “What’s the matter, is there sothing fishy going on?”
Lin Zida replied, “There should be.”
Yuan Xiaomao was surprised, “How did Jianhui notice.”
Lin Zida said sympathetically, “Jianhui was once blocked by a group from Class 8 and got confessed to.”
It was still last sester when, after school, Jianhui was cornered by Pang Jiao and others from Class 8 at the staircase to confess, and in the end, he had no choice but to jump down.
Cui Yu panicked after several excuses were seen through.
The students from Class 1 stared at him like sharp needles, and Cui Yu slipped away.
…
Under the tree.
Guo Ran noticed the commotion between Class 8 and Class 1, and she said with a smile, “Looks like your classmates really enjoy stirring up trouble.”
Jiang Ning saw it clearer and leaning against the tree, he lazily said,
“Just him.”
It was cool under the tree, much more comfortable than in an air-conditioned room, which surprised Guo Ran.
Such weather was perfect for lazy rest.
Unfortunately, Jiang Ning occupied the entire space under the tree, leaving Guo Ran with no support.
She thought about lying down but felt it wouldn’t be very elegant.
She played with her hair and, as her hand dangled, a strand got caught between her fingers.
Guo Ran toyed with the strand, trying to scare him, “Be careful, bugs might fall from the tree.”
Jiang Ning said, “No harm.”
Guo Ran seriously said, “There might be stinging nettles falling, landing on your neck.”
Jiang Ning replied, “Let them, if they can break the skin, they win.”
Guo Ran, surprised, remarked, “Bulletproof.”
During the conversation, she twisted her hair, rolling it into a braided shape.
Jiang Ning praised, “That hair’s not bad, could be used to clean out ears.”
Using a strand of hair to clean ears was a peculiarly comfortable pleasure.
Guo Ran lifted the hair, chuckling, “Want to try it?”
Jiang Ning thought of the gesture of the hair passing through the ears, and Divine Sense inadvertently swept over her jeans-clad shapely thighs.
“So many people around, it might not look good,” Jiang Ning said.
“Eh, does that an if there were fewer people, it could work?” Guo Ran asked with a aningful look.
“Could give it a try.”
Guo Ran, hearing this, stretched out her slender fingers, flicked Jiang Ning’s forehead, and said annoyed,
“Give it a try your head, don’t you know respect?”
…
After Cui Yu returned, he decided to reform and no longer be greedy.
A bird in hand is worth two in the bush, he wanted to seize the opportunity and win against Class 7.
If Jiang Ning could beco famous in the sports et, why couldn’t he?
He, Cui Yu, was the invincible presence of Class 8.
If he could defeat Jiang Ning with magic, he could beat him again in other ways!
While training, Cui Yu constantly searched for techniques to easily win the competition.
Easy, easy… an idea suddenly struck him.
He had thought of sothing.
Cui Yu said to Dan Kaiquan and Zhang Chi standing nearby, “I’ve got a great idea!”
Dan Kaiquan trusted him; though Cui Yu was a bit eccentric, he had so crafty ideas.
Zhang Chi listened attentively, willing to try anything that might increase their chances of winning.
“What’s the idea?”
Cui Yu explained, “The three-legged race ties our ankles together, preventing us from moving independently, literally tying us up!”
“The biggest challenge in the ga rules is teamwork, the better the coordination, the smoother the movent, and the better the performance!”
“What I’ve thought of is to circumvent this restriction, or rather, minimize it.”
He revealed the technique he had been pondering:
“How about if we tie the rope a bit looser? Wouldn’t that make it easier to run?”
Dan Kaiquan, impressed by Cui Yu’s ingenuity, praised, “Brilliant, Brother Cui, that’s a great idea!”
Zhang Chi remarked, “Not bad, not bad, pretty clever.”
Seeing that he had impressed them both, Cui Yu’s lean face bead uncontrollably:
“Haha, I’ll tie the rope before the race!”
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