Zhuo Yongfei's entire body tensed, veins bulging on his forehead as he bit down hard on his lip to keep himself from laughing too.
Damn.
He shouldn't have looked back.
"Face forward, Zhuo Yongfei! Don't forget your responsibility!" Chen Tianming shouted sternly.
"Sorry!" Zhuo Yongfei immediately corrected himself and turned back around.
"Referee, start! Start the match!" Class 9's morale had already collapsed. This was the perfect chance to press their advantage, so Bai Bufan, Lin Li, and the others shouted from behind when they saw their plan had worked.
After all, the longer Class 9 looked at Chen Tianming's current face, the more resistant they would become. They had to seize the moment.
Feeling everyone's eyes on him, Chen Tianming remained calm and indifferent.
Unmoved by honor or disgrace—what could any of this possibly add to or take away from me?
True, humiliating himself like this today might completely cost him any chance of finding a partner at Nansang Middle School.
But why would he care about that? Of all the waters in the world, I'll only drink from Qiao Qiao—slurp slurp lick lick lick!!
As the absolute face of the front row in Class 4's tug-of-war team, Chen Tianming had long been prepared to make sacrifices!
As long as he could meet Qiao Qiao, Chen Tianming was willing to burn everything he had.
Besides, Class 17 still had a match to compete in. As one of their participants, Yao Qiaoqiao would not see this scene right now.
As for afterward... history was written by the victors.
"Teacher, please start the match!" Chen Tianming calmly urged the referee as well. "Stop dragging this out!"
"I didn't touch you!" The referee, who had been laughing, suddenly turned around and denied it. "I was just laughing!"
Chen Tianming: "?"
Wait.
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