Qi Lin felt himself on the brink of ruin and couldn't help but rush to the podium.
He snatched the paper from the teacher's hand.
Black words on white paper, it was indeed Sheng Tang.
Sheng Tang, first place in the poetry contest, work "Saying Goodbye to Cambridge Again."
Qi Lin's face was even paler than the paper.
The happiest one was not Sheng Tang herself, but her deskmate, Jiang Baocu.
Jiang Baocu was so excited that her hands were trembling.
Sheng Tang won, and she was happier than if she had won herself!
"Humph, let them say what they did about you, now their words are coming back to bite them. Serves them right!" Jiang Baocu laughed.
Qi Lin stood there, still looking lost.
The homeroom teacher frowned slightly and said to him, "Return to your seat!"
Qi Lin slowly dragged himself back, feeling like he wanted to die. He was finished, whether he honored the bet or broke his promise, he wouldn't be able to lift his head in class.
