Lan Xinru nodded with satisfaction, looking like a teachable child, making everyone chuckle, but Zhao Tianchen felt like he wanted to spit blood. In the end, he simply turned his head away, refusing to look at her smug face, opting for a ’out of sight, out of mind’ approach.
After doing a hundred push-ups, Lin Mubai got up from the ground with ease. An Nan imdiately walked up to him and asked with a smile, "Are you okay?"
He truly felt a bit tired, but n often have this problem of wanting to save face and suffering in silence. Young Master Lin was no different. When his girlfriend asked, he felt that admitting he was tired would be embarrassing, so he imdiately put on a nonchalant expression: "No problem, I can keep going."
"Okay then, keep it up." However, An Nan had another thought in mind: go on and keep pushing yourself, since you said you’re not tired.
A new round of drawing lots started, with An Nan, Lin Mubai against Han Xiayang, Lan Luo.
Having just erged victorious from Lin Mubai’s group, Lan Xinxixi cheered on the sidelines. Of course, her cheers weren’t directed at her defeated opponents: "Lan Luo, you better give it your all, or tomorrow I’ll go ho and have Grandpa marry you off."
Lan Luo nearly stumbled and fell due to her steps faltering, feeling nothing but a desire to cry: "Big sis, can you say sothing reliable?" Normally, Lan Luo never called Lan Xinxixi big sis, only doing so when asking for favors or for so other reason.
Being addressed as big sis made Lan Xinxixi feel quite content, and she didn’t see anything wrong with her words: "What’s the matter? This is what Grandpa said, has nothing to do with ."
This was sothing the old man had been saying since he was young, a known fact even to earthlings.
Lan Luo’s spirited mood instantly plunged into an ice cellar, and inwardly she howled to the heavens: "Oh Heaven, can it get any more reliable?"
Wondering if it’s still possible to sever ties with the Lan Family now.
Lan Luo’s wonderful fantasy hadn’t ended yet when Miss Lan interrupted: "Hurry, hurry, don’t waste any more ti, I’m still waiting to see who goes ho crawling tonight."
"It definitely won’t be ." Lan Luo’s fighting spirit surged again.
This match was started by Lan Luo and Han Xiayang’s team. After Han Xiayang scored the first goal, An Nan looked at the serious-faced man next to her and smiled: "How are you holding up, can you manage after those 100 push-ups?"
He still shook his head: "I can handle it, even if it’s another 1000, it’s no big deal."
"Alright then, keep it up." No big deal with 1000, huh? Then I must fulfill your wish.
If Lin Mubai knew An Nan’s thoughts at that mont, he might actually faint with anger. His own girlfriend not only didn’t help him, but was also the person secretly working against him the most.
Yet An Nan hid it very well, never giving him a chance to notice.
Being cunning isn’t innate, but everyone has it to so degree in their heart, and An Nan seed to have beco quite adept at leveraging this trait to its fullest in a short ti.
Then, to Lin Mubai’s puzzlent, it was An Nan’s turn. This ti she did alright, scoring a goal, but on the second try, it just missed by the edge. An Nan’s face was filled with disappointnt, seeing this, Lin Mubai quickly comforted her: "It’s okay, it’s okay, a missed shot is just a missed shot."
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