Zhuo Yongfei's entire body tensed up, veins bulging on his forehead, as he fiercely bit down on his lip to keep from laughing himself.
Damn.
Shouldn't have turned back.
"Look forward! Zhuo Yongfei! Don't forget your responsibility!" Chen Tianming shouted sternly.
"Sorry!" Zhuo Yongfei admitted his mistake and turned back around.
"Referee! Start the match! Start the match!" Class Nine had already lost their morale; now was the perfect opportunity to press the attack. Bai Bufan, Lin Li, and others saw their plan working and yelled from behind.
After all, the longer Class Nine stared at Chen Tianming's face, the more desensitized they would become. Timing was crucial.
Chen Tianming felt the gazes around him, maintaining calmness and aloofness.
The ups and downs don't faze me; all's still on me.
It's true, by behaving this way, I might lose all chances of dating at Nansang Middle School today.
But since when would I care about that?
