"Yes! Yes! I’ll keep working hard! Aweso!" Wang Yuezhi was fully revived.
Chen Yu Ying: "?"
...
to 0.
The second ga was a bit tough, but we still won.
Class 4 cheered and celebrated.
Class 9, having lost... had no complaints.
Seeing these scenes, losing was worth the ticket price.
"Chen Tianming! Chen Tianming! Chen Tianming!" The boys lifted Chen Tianming high and caught him, shouting his na.
"Alright, alright, this is what I should do." Being the focus feels pretty cool, Chen Tianming gestured for everyone to put him down and humbly said:
"Besides, I’m not purely doing this for everyone; you could even say everyone is also helping pursue my Qiaoqiao, so this is a shared victory for our Class 4!"
"Great!"
"Exactly!"
Everyone acknowledged the high level of Chen Tianming’s words.
"Wang Ze, the responsibility is yours now," Chen Tianming looked at Wang Ze, "For tomorrow’s draw, make sure to get Class 17!"
"Haha, Tianming, I just checked, Class 17 didn’t win." Wang Ze put his arm around Chen Tianming’s shoulder and said.
"Of course, Class 17 would win..." Chen Tianming’s opened mouth realized sothing was off and closed again.
"..."
He stared at Wang Ze: "Wang Ze, what do you an by, ’didn’t win’?"
Wang Ze laughed just like he did yesterday with Lin Li.
"Speak."
"Class 17 lost." Wang Ze turned his gaze aside, not daring to et Chen Tianming’s eyes, "I made a misjudgnt in evaluating their combat power, and it was a 2 to 0 loss."
Chen Tianming: "..."
Class 17 lost?
Then what was the significance of dropping everything for this victory?
So, the one who broke the promise wasn’t , was it Qiaoqiao?
Bai, Lin, and Zhou all turned their heads after hearing Wang Ze’s words, placing their hands stacked in front.
They couldn’t bear to see a despairing simp.
Chen Tianming’s body trembled, he knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky: "No—!!"
Lin Li: "Snowflakes flutter~"
Bai Bufan: "The north wind blows~"
...
On Wednesday, when Lin Li saw the students at the front of the tug-of-war team on the other side made up with heavy makeup comically.
He realized that the tug-of-war competition at Nansang Middle School had slightly changed its nature.
...
[Do your best to participate in the sect martial arts competition and win at least three first places for yourself or your sect, including at least two in the main competition (1/1; 0/2)]
"Now we are the real champions!"
"We won!"
"Class 4 is invincible! Long live Class 4!"
On Thursday, the first-year tug-of-war competition officially ended, and with Class 9, the top rival, eliminated early, Class 4, boasting the hidden ace Bao Wei Lin Li, easily ascended the throne.
The finals were best of five, but it was still a 3 to 0 victory.
Class 4 celebrated again and again.
The sorrows and joys of people are not connected.
Of course, it’s not the nearby classes that are sad.
Beside the basketball court.
Principal Wang was silent.
"Teacher Zhou, can you tell why the tug-of-war competition beca like this?" He hesitated for a long ti before finally speaking up.
Principal Wang, having heard that today was the first-year tug-of-war finals, ca specially to watch.
Then he discovered that out of the 33 people on both sides, seven had strange makeup, nine had ssy hairstyles, and four were wearing bizarre costus.
At this point, he was dumbfounded.
What’s going on here?
Is this still a tug-of-war competition, or is it a ’try not to laugh’ challenge?
Is my school now mass-producing top YouTubers?
"Principal, that’s a good question, but I think you should ask Teacher Xue," referee Teacher Zhou said, shifting his gaze towards Class 4’s horoom teacher.
So Principal Wang also looked at Xue Jian.
Xue Jian: "..."
Why are you looking at ?
Xue Jian didn’t et Principal Wang’s gaze but looked towards his class, more precisely, at Lin Li and Bai Bufan, who were being tossed up and down:
"Principal, that’s a good question, but I think you should ask Lin Li and Bai Bufan."
"Do you need to call them over?"
Principal Wang: "..."
Damn, it’s those two misbehaving students again.
But for so reason, it seems fitting.
"If it’s those two, forget it." Principal Wang shook his head; he really didn’t want to engage in a conversation with the Anti-Pornography Vanguard and the Anti-Pornography Vanguard Dog.
But there was one more thing he had to ask Xue Jian.
"Doing it this way is pretty good; everyone is happy, and losing isn’t a big deal. It achieves the goal of our fun project from another angle, but——"
"Teacher Xue, did you specifically hire a clown to make the opposing students laugh for this tug-of-war competition? Such a big investnt?"
Principal Wang pointed to the clown in a polka-dot jumpsuit, wearing gloves, a wig, and a red nose on the basketball court, and asked in confusion.
Why did I say there are 33 people on both teams?
It’s because there were 16 on each side for the tug-of-war, and Class 4 even had a clown performing on the side, hiring a ringer.
Xue Jian: "..."
Xue Jian looked at Wang Yuezhi.
For this quiet and dependable good student—at least he once was—Xue Jian took a deep breath, then looked up at the sky and said rather poetically:
"He’s not hired; he’s also my student."
Principal Wang: "?"
Is Class 4 a place for so legendary gathering of talents? Once-in-a-century talents all gathered here at one ti and place?
"Has he trained in acrobatics? Does soone run a circus in his family?"
"I don’t know, probably not," Xue Jian shook his head.
"Then... how co this kid is so skilled at playing a clown? Others act like it isn’t convincing, but he doesn’t look like he’s acting."
Once again, Xue Jian didn’t et Principal Wang’s gaze but looked at his own class, at Lin Li and Bai Bufan, who were still being tossed up and down:
"Principal, that’s a good question, but I think you should ask Lin Li and Bai Bufan."
"Do you need to call them over?"
Principal Wang: "..."
Did I fall under an illusion spell? Why does this scene and conversation seem familiar?
No, it’s not an illusion! Damn, why is it related to them again?
"Let’s still forget it."
"Okay."
Silence.
Silence.
In the end, Principal Wang couldn’t help but speak: "Teacher Xue."
"What’s up, Principal."
"During the sports et, keep a close eye on those two kids."
"... I will."
...
"Ah-choo!"
Nearby, Bai Bufan, who just landed, suddenly sneezed.
Damn, who is talking behind my back?
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