"Perfect Tian Ji horse-racing strategy. Wang Yuezhi, the inferior horse, freed up me, the superior horse. That way, I didn't have to go up against Lin Li, the middle horse, and waste resources. We can gain greater benefits. Class 4 is sure to win!"
After Wang Yuezhi went back to continue jumping rope, Wang Ze sighed with emotion.
Lin Li, who had achieved all this through wisdom and charm, closed his eyes and pretended to stroke his beard, looking unfathomably profound. Then, after glancing over to make sure Chen Yuying couldn't hear, he quickly said to Wang Ze, "I'm the middle horse. Give me Tian Ji."
Wang Ze: "?"
Fuck you.
"Still, I have to admit, this really is the wisdom of our ancestors," Lin Li remarked.
"Heh, I don't think so." Bai Bufan sneered from the side. "Sometimes, Tian Ji horse racing can seem incredibly stupid."
"Oh? Brother Bai, why do you say that? What insight do you have?" Lin Li asked curiously.
Bai Bufan took a deep breath.
"When I was in third grade, I got into a fight with a classmate. Neither of us would back down, so we arranged another fight. I called my sixth-grade Brother over, but he called his eighth-grade Brother. So I called my cousin in tenth grade too. I never expected him to call his Brother in twelfth grade.
"At that point, we thought we were bound to lose. Luckily, my cousin had already learned the Tian Ji horse-racing text by then.
"In the end, third-grade me went up against my classmate's twelfth-grade Brother."
Bai Bufan's voice was magnetic and low, seemingly full of stories, before cutting off abruptly on that last sentence.
Lin Li and Wang Ze laughed until their stomachs hurt.
"So what happened, Bu Fan?" Lin Li asked through