Final Battle, Class One Civil War

At lunchtime, the four of them sat in a corner of the canteen.

Wang Dong poked at the food on her plate, barely eating a few bites.

Huo Yuhao kept his head down as he ate, shoveling food into his mouth faster than usual, as if he were in a hurry.

Xiao Xiao sipped her soup in small mouthfuls, occasionally glancing up at Xue Lingyun.

Xue Lingyun picked up a bite of food and chewed it unhurriedly.

Wang Dong finally could not hold it in any longer. She set down her chopsticks and looked seriously at Xue Lingyun. "You'll hold back in the afternoon match, right?"

Xue Lingyun glanced at her without saying anything.

Wang Dong grew anxious. "Say something! We're in the same class, at least. You can't beat us up like you did Dai Huabin, can you?"

Xue Lingyun still said nothing. The corner of his mouth curled slightly as he continued eating.

That expression made Wang Dong's heart prickle. She turned to Huo Yuhao. "What do you think that means? Will he hold back or not?"

Huo Yuhao did not even raise his head. He took another mouthful of rice, his voice steady. "Eat first. You need to be full before you have the strength to think about what comes next."

Wang Dong looked at Xiao Xiao again. "What do you think?"

Xiao Xiao said softly, "The class monitor looks cold, but he actually knows his limits. He didn't go too hard on Huang Chutian and the others. He won't do anything too bad to us."

Wang Dong thought about it and felt it made sense, yet something still seemed off. She took a deep breath and slapped her chopsticks down. "No, I need to figure out some tactics."

She pulled Huo Yuhao and Xiao Xiao close