But we can't just sit here and wait for death.

The students of Class Nine subconsciously fixed their gaze on the person standing at the very front of their class.

The guy took two steps back: "?"

"What? Wait?"

"Five minutes left! Who brought something to make us look ugly?! Quick! We need to use the foreigner's skills to conquer them!"

"I have a red pen here!"

"I have a hair tie here!"

"I have socks here!"

"I even have two cigarette butts here!"

"And I have some spit here!"

"What the hell, who the f*ck used a cigarette butt to burn my ass?"

"Did you say thank you?"

——The last few lines were all shouted by Lin Li and Bai Bufan as they blended in.

Class Nine began to torment their classmates.

And after Bai Bufan and Lin Li were driven away, the two went back to look after their brother, with Bai Bufan massaging Chen Tianming's shoulders and Lin Li touching up his makeup.

"Monitor, sorry, but our brother doesn't want any photos taken." Upon seeing Chen Yu Ying sneaking closer with her camera, Lin Li immediately stepped forward to drive her away, blocking the camera lens.

"Just one photo, please," Chen Yu Ying prayed with her hands folded.

"I said no, you can't." Lin Li's tone remained firm, but his fingers blocking the camera quietly opened up a crack, just enough for the lens to peek through.

"Click."

Chen Tianming: "?"

The cinema's hired bodyguards? What kind of crappy professionalism is this?

"Chen Tianming, thank you for your sacrifice. Pfft, without you, we might have lost." After taking the photo, Chen Yu Ying smiled as she spoke to Chen Tianming.

Chen Tianming felt a bit embarrassed, scratching the back of his head, just about to return the politeness, when Bai Bufan firmly pressed his head back: "How many times have I told you, don't point the gun at your own people."

Chen Tianming: "..."

You motherf*cker.

Beside them, Wang Yuezhi's eyes widened.

So, this is all it takes to be praised?

And even be praised with a smile?

Isn't this my forte?

Wang Yuezhi's eyes lit up, checking the time, realizing there were still a few minutes before the next round, he had time.

He dashed towards the dormitory.

Hearing Chen Yu Ying say that, it wasn't just Wang Yuezhi who reacted, but also his midday good buddy Lin Li.

"Without me, the class would lose too, Monitor, won't you give me some credit?" It's not that we lack but rather fear the imbalance, Lin Li wasn't pleased.

"Alright, alright~ You also did a great job." Chen Yu Ying smiled, coming forward to placate the childish Lin Li.

...

The five minutes quickly passed, and the second round was about to begin.

The lead boy of Class Nine, now with a face full of messy marker drawings, his hair in a heap (literally), and two cigarette butts found on the ground hanging by his ears, stood lifelessly at the very front.

However, this level of attack was a mere joke to Class Four.

Lin Li, the number one killer from the Great Qing, stood at the front, with Chen Tianming, the number two killer from the Great Qing, at the back, their hearts had long turned icy cold.

Besides, Lin Li and Bai Bufan have lived like jokes before everyone's eyes for so long, their humor threshold wasn't that low anymore.

Nonetheless, Class Nine underwent desensitization training in five minutes, forcing themselves to stare at Chen Tianming, so his lethality was significantly reduced.

Whose deer will it be? We still don't know.

"Both sides ready." The referee enjoyed seeing this kind of scenario, signaling for the game to start amid laughter.

Both sides stood firm, squatted down, and gripped the rope.

"Hold on!"

The crowd parted, and Lin Li's peripheral vision caught a hint of red approaching.

o.o, O.O?!

A figure wearing a colorful wig walked to the center between the two opposing teams at this time.

He first pinched his red nose, then spread his arms wide: "I am… a clown, I'm… a joker!"

Some people, just standing there doing nothing, they make you feel both ridiculous and terrifying.

Class Nine: "?"

No way, another master?

Was this the hidden card Class Four saved to weaken Chen Tianming's attack after the second round?

Class Four's strategy was overly meticulous.

Moreover, this guy's portrayal… had an innate feeling… incomprehensible, unimaginable… truly a pillars of clown power…

Class Nine began to grit their teeth and take deep breaths, most even choosing to close their eyes.

If they watched any longer, they'd really explode.

However, Wang Yuezhi forgot to turn off friendly fire.

"Wang Yuezhi, what the f*ck hahahaha! Where did you get that hair, damn?" Lin Li was the first to lose it.

Why in the world would you manifest your soul avatar for no reason?!

"Ignore me!" Wang Yuezhi turned his head, coldly barked: "I'll make them laugh, and you guys, just use your strength! Let's… win this victory together! Don't drag me down!"

Lin Li: "?"

What a passionate, raging speech! Fired up!

Masseter muscle! Zygomatic muscle! Laughter muscle! Everyone, ignite it for me——

"Hahahahahahahaha!! Damn!"

"The problem is, with you like this, we want to laugh too!!" Wang Ze was utterly floored.

"I can't stand it either!" Bai Bufan followed suit.

Unusually, the referee, Class Four, and Class Nine all collectively collapsed, and the once-tense tug-of-war rope fell limp.

Wang Yuezhi: "?"

"But I was just facing away from you guys! This makes you want to laugh too?" He was baffled.

"Yes, we do."

Everyone nodded in unison and then burst out laughing.

Wang Yuezhi: "..."

This useless bunch from Class Four, dragging him down.

"Monitor, sorry, to disappoint you." Helpless, Wang Yuezhi had no choice but to leave the stage disheartened, saying to Chen Yu Ying as he passed her.

Chen Yu Ying holding the camera: "Eh?"

Huh? Sorry for what? Disappointed for what?

It was quite funny.

"No-no problem, you looked pretty funny, and many from Class Nine couldn't take it." Chen Yu Ying politely said, "Want… to take a photo?"

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