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Contrast. After class.

Zhang Chi followed Shan Qingrong to the principal's office.

Duan Shigang spread word of Zhang Chi's glorious exploits in class, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

Chai Wei asked, "So in this situation, did Zhang Chi actually win or not?"

"I even bet him fifty bucks!"

Dong Qingfeng said, "Theoretically speaking, Zhang Chi really did win, so I'll give him the hundred I bet him."

Of course you're happy to pay. You drew an invitation! Chai Wei did not want to pay. He felt Zhang Chi did not count as having won.

Before the break was over, Zhang Chi returned, utterly exhausted in body and mind.

The principal had given him a brutal scolding. Forget an invitation—he had nearly been rewarded with a slap across the face.

After the shock and joy, Zhang Chi's nerves finally gave out.

"Zhang Chi, you're so lucky," Xin Youling praised him.

"Heh heh, lucky? It cost me half my life." Zhang Chi walked away weakly.

Dong Qingfeng said, "Haha, looks like he took quite a blow!"

Wang Longlong said, "Definitely. Look how tough he usually is."

Chai Wei said, "How is he tough? He clearly crumples at the first hit, okay?"

Where there was sorrow, there was joy.

Guo Kunnan took a picture of his black slip of paper and posted it on Tieba, drawing the envy and jealousy of countless students. Some girls even asked if they could add him as a friend, hoping he would share the grand occasion of the Evergreen Liquid Press Conference.

Guo Kunnan had never felt so popular before.

He toyed with the black paper, propping it upright on his desk, and asked, "Longlong, I've heard you've always been talented. Could you tell me what this piece of paper represents?"

Wang Longlong thought for a moment and