"Ding Min is actually putting so much effort into promoting the duel. It seems he really thinks he can treat me like a buffet and just devour me as he pleases!" Lin Feng thought, outwardly maintaining a nonchalant demeanor as he dealt with his classmates' reactions—some gloating over his predicament, others kicking him while he was down, and a few offering sympathetic condolences. He remained completely unconcerned about the competition.
What irked Lin Feng the most was seeing Ning Aoxue and Su Zi giggling and chatting with the cheerleaders from the finance class. Looks like those two have defected, ready to join the finance class cheerleading squad just to laugh at my expense! he fumed internally. Was it really worth defecting just because I didn't manage to get fresh with Su Zi?
"Brother Feng... If you're scared to go up, just say you're sick and forfeit," Zhong Jialiang said to Lin Feng with a cheerful smile.
