Zhuo Yongfei’s entire body tensed up, veins bulging on his forehead, as he fiercely bit down on his lip to keep from laughing himself.
Damn.
Shouldn’t have turned back.
"Look forward! Zhuo Yongfei! Don’t forget your responsibility!" Chen Tianming shouted sternly.
"Sorry!" Zhuo Yongfei admitted his mistake and turned back around.
"Referee! Start the match! Start the match!" Class Nine had already lost their morale; now was the perfect opportunity to press the attack. Bai Bufan, Lin Li, and others saw their plan working and yelled from behind.
After all, the longer Class Nine stared at Chen Tianming’s face, the more desensitized they would beco. Timing was crucial.
Chen Tianming felt the gazes around him, maintaining calmness and aloofness.
The ups and downs don’t faze ; all’s still on .
It’s true, by behaving this way, I might lose all chances of dating at Nansang Middle School today.
But since when would I care about that?
Among all the beauties, I only spice things up with Qiaoqiao, slurping and licking!!
As the prominent face of Class Four in tug-of-war, Chen Tianming had already prepared to sacrifice himself!
As long as I get to et Qiaoqiao, I’m willing to burn everything for her.
Moreover, Class Seventeen is competing too, and Yao Qiaoqiao is one of the participants; she won’t see this.
As for later... History is written by the victors.
"Teacher! Please start the match!" Hence, Chen Tianming calmly followed and urged the referee, "Stop dragging it on!"
"I didn’t drag!" The referee, who was laughing, suddenly turned around to refute, "I was just laughing!"
Chen Tianming: "?"
Wait a second.
You damn.
"If you didn’t drag, then let’s start, teacher!" Chen Tianming said with a cold face.
"Oh haha, okay, Class Nine, quickly reorganize!" The referee, not feeling offended by the student’s tone, managed to suppress laughter and nodded, whistling towards Class Nine as a signal.
Class Nine imdiately adjusted their stance, but so couldn’t hold back laughter again after glancing at Chen Tianming, especially since he was still dead-serious.
What a wicked plan Class Four had!
They finally realized.
"Ready—"
"Today I will use the bathroom on my own, Dad and Mom, don’t underestimate —"
Chen Tianming’s haunting tune floated towards Class Nine at this mont.
A person with a funny painted face sang a nursery rhy in a completely serious tone.
The difficulty of holding back laughter in this situation can’t be understood by outsiders.
Zhuo Yongfei’s lips were bloodless from biting too hard.
Damn lips, don’t laugh supplent!
Why didn’t I listen to Chen Tianming, why did I turn around!
"Beeep—" The referee picked up the whistle that had fallen on his neck due to laughter, put it back in his mouth, and blew hard!
[Charge], go!
This ti Lin Li held nothing back, giving it his all from the get-go.
"Go Class Four! Go Class Four!"
"One—Two—Pull!!! One—Two—Pull!!!"
The mont the whistle sounded, the red rope jolted towards Class Four. When Class Nine started exerting force, they found they couldn’t stem the downward spiral, the red rope wobbling and moving towards Class Four!
"Beeep—"
"Class Four wins! Second round starts in five minutes!"
The referee announced the result.
"We’re champions again! We’re champions again!" This ti Wang Ze, who hadn’t stepped on Lin Li’s shoes, excitedly turned around and hugged Lin Li.
"Turns out Class Nine isn’t as strong as I imagined; I didn’t even exert as much force as yesterday." Bai Bufan said smugly.
"I’m gonna go mock Yu Cheng."
Wang Ze trotted over to the opposing shot put athlete to mock him, pointing with a thumbs-down.
Smart move indeed, teasing from a distance, knowing stepping closer wasn’t wise.
Second-class contributor Lin Li rely smiled without a word, concealing his achievents.
The combined force of Wang Ze and Bai Bufan wasn’t greater than his.
As for the first-class contributor—
Lin Li, Bai Bufan, and Zhou Baowei exchanged glances, nodded, and shouted towards the front:
"Brother Tianming, strengthen our Class Four!"
"Brother Tianming, strengthen our Class Four!"
Facing the request from his classmates, Chen Tianming only left them with a back brimming with stories, but his right fist slowly raised high, symbolizing victory!
Representing that he heard everyone’s voices!
The tug-of-war players of Class Nine were indeed struggling to hold back now.
What kind of class is Class Four? Seems like a lot of fun.
"Referee, this... haha, damn cheating, right?"
"Isn’t this a bit unfair, feels like we’re being disrupted."
A few students who took tug-of-war seriously started protesting to the referee.
"Is this considered interference? Ugly people have no rights? Brother Tianming was born looking like this! An original face, never had surgery! Haters, stop being bitter!" Lin Li and Bai Bufan’s fans ca to defend upon slling the situation.
"Did your mom give birth to you with two scallions in your nose?"
"Genetic mutation, umbilical cord turned into scallions, why not?"
"Alright, reasonable."
Chen Tianming: "..."
You’ve defended well, please don’t defend next ti.
The referee smiled and shook his head at the protesting students from Class Nine: "Not considered cheating; interference would be verbal abuse or physical contact, but this kind of self-painting doesn’t count."
The most important thing for a fun event is fun, there’s not much prize for winning, just a few points.
So, who said this makeup isn’t good? It’s fantastic.
Upon hearing this, Class Nine didn’t contest further, admitting Class Four indeed pulled off a great stunt.
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