Chapter 24 | 💪 Contents 💪 | Chapter 26
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Translator: Silvery
PR: Decadence
The situation has taken a sudden, unexpected turn.
Team 2’s Captain raises his hand and looks at both the front and back of the lots, slightly bewildered.
In the complete dead silence, the boy who had rolled his sleeves up and said to prepare 3 counterplans previously backs up a step, gulping hard:
“Captain, why don’t… Why don’t we try drawing the lots again?”
“No. We cannot go back on what we have agreed.”
Team 7’s Captain grits through his teeth, pulling up a slip with 17 written on it, and he squeezes it into that boy’s hand:
“Liang Yifan, you have been chosen. Go ahead of us and inform them—”
“CAPTAIN!”
Liang Yifan seizes his hand with a steel-tight grasp. Voice at a low whisper, the words fly out of him desperately:
“Even though you could never tell us apart because we are always changing our names, I’m sure you must remember my name alone. I shan’t hide it. I am called Liang Yifan. I came from a high school in City T. I’m a liberal arts student. And my ID is Save Me, Boss Bros are Behind Me Again…”
Team 7’s Captain: “……”
In a fair agreement, the Academic Tyrants’ dignity is at stake. Therefore, they shall not change the results of the lottery to the end.
Team 2 had three boys chosen, all of whom are ranked within the first 75 of the Province. Two of them bear thick glasses. Meanwhile, the only one without glasses is that schoolmate of Liang Yifan. His name is Dan Zhuo, and he is 9th in the whole Province. According to the rumours, he has already secured direct admission to the 2nd University in the world.
For Team 7, the ones drawn are Boss Bro, Boss Bro, and Save Me Boss Bros’ Behind Me Again.
“So then, is your team going forward with this line up?”
Team 2 had been so stricken at first, they had taken a step back. However, upon seeing Team 7’s reaction, they realize the two Boss Bros may not necessarily be willing to participate in this kind of bickering and their arrogance skyrockets again.
“Still dare to go up against us? If not, scram and go back to your studies! Stop wasting our time!”
“It’s not like we haven’t warned you before. With your team’s abilities, you might as well quit while you’re ahead. Save yourself a harsh beating before it comes to that.”
“It’s alright. If you acknowledge your defeat now, we can still spare you two seats near the toilet bowls…”
……
Team 7 is outraged. A couple of boys step out right there and then, only to be pulled back in the nick of time by their buddies beside them.
Strictly speaking, the washroom is fairly spacious.
It can be separated into two parts; The area outside is for the washing sinks. It is provided for the usage of those students who are too lazy to clean up their own attached bathrooms. With lights turned on 24/7, it is bright and clean.
This section is precisely what these two teams are warring over this time.
The 4th floor has many rooms assigned to Team 7. Initially, this has always been a place for Team 7’s students to study. However, they just had to be interrupted by the other group’s invasive buckets, and without so much as a greeting at that.
Team 7 did not intend to force their hand on this matter either. Their original plan had simply been to negotiate and draw a clear line so both sides can share the space.
But who knew the other team would be so unreasonable? To think they are even so high-and-mighty, their noses are practically touching the skies.
This is the first time Team 7’s Captain has ever participated in such an illogical fight. He’s so pissed, the rage bottled up to the top of his head paints his face bright red:
“Spare the thought! You guys just stay right there! I’ll go find them right now—”
He whirls around with the slips of names crumpled in his hand. Pushing through the crowd, he is all ready to barge out furiously – When his footsteps come to a stop.
Liang Yifan was still trying to find a chance to save himself. He breaks through the crowd with him but couldn’t stop in time. He runs head first into the Captain.
The crowd has parted like a red sea reveals a pencil-straight path leading to the corner of the corridor.
……
In the grave-like silence, Jin Linkun raises his hand under countless eyes and pats Yu Sheng on the shoulder:
“Friend, your prediction came true.”
Yu Sheng corrects in a deadpan:
“It’s hardly surprising. I’ve made more accurate predictions before.”
Jin Linkun raises his brows, turning curiously to him.
He-who-has-predicted-his-way-into-Summer-Camp Yu Sheng decides to forgo the introduction of his glorious track record. Clutching onto Jin Linkun’s sleeve, he tears off the arm placed on his shoulder and simply stretches a hand out to Team 7’s Captain.
Team 7’s Captain startles for a long while. With a bit of hesitation, he tentatively passes him the remaining two paper slips.
The process of persuading the two Boss Bros is a lot easier than he’d imagined.
Yu Sheng has yet to get over his habit of following things through to the end. Even without Jin Linkun, the thought of rejecting once he’s been chosen has never crossed his mind.
Before the unsociable-looking God Kun has the chance to turn them down, he’s dragged forward two steps by Yu Sheng. With a shift of his glasses, he kindly yet also helplessly makes a light sigh.
The Double-Twos’ participation in the Toilet Wars is thus confirmed.
“……”
Liang Yifan has turned into a walking dead. Dumped in a helpless pile in the row before the two Boss Bros’, he gazes at the round glasses boy drawing elegant, swirling characters on the black board:
“Dark Night Elf, please tell me you guys aren’t planning a funeral proceeding for me…”
Cen Rui is very affronted:
“Bloody hell. This is a Recruitment Drive. It’s designed for you and only you.”
Cen Rui is the first to discover the safe haven for studying that is the toilet. As such, he is also very passionate about the Toilet War. Carefully swiping the duster over to the side of the board, he raps on the teacher’s table:
“Liang Yifan, the two Great Gods have already gone to make their preparations. Can’t you muster a bit of initiative?”
……
Liang Yifan props himself up with an arm and turns his head to the window.
“If you think God Kun was lugged out after he sighed because they are intending to prepare for this toilet war,”
Liang Yifan raises his hand whole-heartedly:
“Then, I think I have the right to lie down and still win.”
“That’s enough. Everyone, pull yourself together.”
Team 7’s Captain claps to break off the chatter and distributes tasks left and right like a whirlwind:
“Cen Rui, focus on drawing your call-board properly. Scrape together those guys’ data in a while, then settle the issue of the Tetris Game. Xia Junhua, gather a few Rubik’s Cube so we can practice. Dong Jue, surrender your Sudoku books. Remember to erase the answers…”
The teams in the Summer Camp have been split regardless of streams, so both teams have members from the Sciences and Liberal Arts Stream. In a randomized pick, it’s even harder than workbook drills to eradicate all unfairness that may exist.
These games have thus been wholly agreed upon by both team captains as optimal means that can avoid discrepancy resulting from differing streams. The three selected people will tentatively take up a segment each. And in three days’ time, they shall settle the match at the Multi-Purpose Room on Recreation Centre’s Top Floor.
Given how things have escalated to this extent, this match’s significance now far exceeds that of a teeny, tiny washroom.
For the first time ever, none of the members of Team 7 bring up the topic of studying in this Night Self-Study.
The girls put their heads together to help copy Sudoku over. Those who are good at computers work on debugging the game. Those who have brought along their Rubik’s Cube also bring them to the table.
Even Vice-Captain Kong Jiahe is influenced by the surrounding atmosphere; He can’t resist stepping up to help, drawing a few happy little flowers and white fluffy clouds on the call-board.
When Old Wan ambles into Night Self-Study, he nearly thought he walked into the wrong classroom. Only after entering and leaving to look around for three times, then does he finally walk through the doors.
……
“Very good. These are all activities beneficial for your studies.”
Hands folded behind his back, Old Wan makes a round with utterly delighted eyes and nods wizardly:
“Sudoku can help to train one’s logical reasoning; Rubik’s Cube can increase one’s spatial awareness; and the Tetris Game certainly demands a lot from one’s concentration, focus, and responsiveness.”
Being a thoroughbred senior teacher born and raised in H High, Old Wan is open-minded to the point of being excessive. Not only does he not rebuke and re-educate the students for their behaviour, he even pulls a chair over to sit down with them, picking up a Rubik’s Cube to toy with:
“Which three little students have our team picked? Have the games been assigned yet?”
With Old Wan lending them some external aid, when Yu Sheng is led back to class by Jin Linkun’s hand on his head, he has already been assigned his own segment.
Jin Linkun is in charge of Sudoku. Yu Sheng is in charge of the Rubik’s Cube.
Liang Yifan is just your ordinary, innocent little student from the liberal arts who happens to score well. After looking at his performance across the board, he’s placed in charge of playing a random game of Tetris anyhow he likes.
“2 out of 3 games to win. This clearly requires us to secure two and fight for one. This is how you normally do your exams as well.”
Old Wan seizes the opportunity to patiently impart some examination skills on the way:
“Under all circumstances, you should first secure what you can secure. Make sure to spend over 80% of the time on this section. Only then should you pass on the remaining time to those questions which you hadn’t a clue.”
“In particular, there is the 2nd last question for Math MCQ. At times, a question that is obviously beyond the difficulty level for our syllabus may appear out of nowhere. That is crafted for the purpose of making you feel defeated.”
Patting Kong Jiahe who has ducked his head and is fervently noting it down, Old Wan makes another round and guides them through the steps:
“You must overcome the mental barriers you have. Believe this: In cases where you are at a total loss, the results of guessing and a hard attempt is thereabout the same. If you try your hand at guessing, you could still save some time for the questions which you know…”
In his seat at the very back, Yu Sheng is swarmed by the thick studious atmosphere pervading everywhere and doesn’t really know where to begin processing.
“Relax. These are things all third-years will know by heart.”
Before he got suspended, Jin Linkun studied as a third-year at Province Point for a month, so he is well-acquainted with this atmosphere. Leaning towards Yu Sheng, he reassures him with the air of a veteran:
“It’s fine once you get used to it.”
Yu Sheng turns his head to look at him.
Jin Linkun is leaning back in his chair with two stacks of high-level Sudoku before him, just delivered by the team captain.
He does not have a pen. Only his gaze flits around occasionally. Every few dozen seconds or so, he will transfer a page from one stack to another.
This guy had still very politely informed the Captain just now: His capabilities are limited. He will do what he can, but he may not necessarily be of any help.
Yu Sheng eyes him a while before he remembers again how flat Jin Linkun had sounded when he asked him that question before they left the classroom.
The longer they get to know each other, the more Yu Sheng would sometimes suddenly think: Besides being aggravating and even more aggravating, Jin Linkun might still be hiding a more obscure side to himself.
Yu Sheng fiddles with the Rubik’s Cube for a couple more turns, puts it down, and pulls out his school bag to rifle through it.
Jin Linkun has just completed another Sudoku via mental calculations. Just when he’s moving on to the next one, there’s suddenly an even knock on his desk.
When he looks up reflexively, Yu Sheng’s hand has stopped at the corner of his desk.
He’s holding onto something. Rapping twice, he hurries him with a bit of impatience:
“Hand.”
Jin Linkun looks at him and hesitates before he extends his right hand.
The desk above hides them from view. Yu Sheng’s hand reaches over and his loosely balled up fist hovers over his hand before opening up.
A single White Rabbit tumbles into his palm.
Jin Linkun lowers his head, brows rising faintly.
Jin Linkun: “Friend…”
“It’s not the one you gave.”
Yu Sheng knows what he’s saying in a heartbeat. He side-eyes him peevishly:
“I bought a new one. Do you want it or not?”
He is already moving forward to take back the sweet. But Jin Linkun has already angled his wrist away and closed his palm, speedily drawing the sweet into its centre:
“I do.”
Jin Linkun had closed his palm hastily and Yu Sheng was blocked by the table when he raised his hand, so his grabbing was hindered.
Thus, he ends up being clutched firmly by that dry warmth which came up.
Both parties are stunned.
The tables for Night Self-Study are all joined up in rows of two. Therefore, tablemates are seated quite close to begin with.
Initially, one can easily pick up on the other’s breathing with just a bit of attention. But now, in this odd posture that they’re keeping up for whatever reason, both parties’ hearts falter for a beat.
“Sheng—Sheng Gē. Sheng Gē.”
Under the loving encouragement of the entire team, Liang Yifan kept his head down and played half an hour of Tetris. He spins around from the row up ahead, stuttering as he tries to exchange some intelligence on their war prep:
“Your Rubik’s Cube—”
Liang Yifan: “……”
Met with the sight of the two Boss Bros giving off a faint aura of cackling flames and lightning sparks, Liang Yifan is seized by the sudden, inundating desire for self-preservation. Slowly but stiffly, mechanical as a robot that carries nary a sound, he turns back to the front.
Team 7’s WeChat group suddenly buzzes back to life.
【SAVEMEBOSSBROSBEHINDMEAGAIN: Help. I can’t turn around. Can anyone tell me what the two Boss Bros are doing.】
【TREMBLE-Dark.Night.Elf!: What’re you fussing over the Boss Bros for? Do you think you’re in charge of the Boss Bros? 】
【N-Uni@4AM-KongJiaHe: Student Liang. Teacher Wan has already said it: Test questions are test questions; a competition is a competition. You should not give up so easily. Right now, you should be playing your game diligently.】
【SAVEMEBOSSBROSBEHINDMEAGAIN: ……】
【Sleeping_Late_Makes_Me_Happy: The Vice-Captain is right. Student Liang, focus on playing your Tetris Game right. Please treat it with the same attitude as you would a small slider with high frictional coefficient.】
【SAVEMEBOSSBRO: Damn you.】
【Sleeping_Late_Makes_Me_Happy: ?】
【SAVEME: I’m a fucking language student.】
……
The vibrating of WeChat messages that come one after another do not have any influence on the current clash between the two Boss Bros.
Jin Linkun slowly curls his fingers over that sweet. He raises his head, and his eyes fall upon Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng’s shoulders are slightly drawn. There is a tight knit between his brows, and he tries to pull away.
The youth’s hand is thinner but stronger than most. His fingertips curl into the flat of his palm, and his hand recklessly attempts to pull out with all his might.
Jin Linkun parts his mouth.
The CPU with 8 control signals which could instantaneously churn out answers to Sudokus screeches to a jarring halt.
Before he can process it, his hand has already covered the other’s again and he blurts out:
“Why is your hand this cold again?”
Yu Sheng: “……”
Save for being aggravating and even more aggravating, this person doesn’t have a fucking 3rd side.
Back when he was teaching him to read his pulse, he had complained of his hand being cold. Now, when he’s giving him a sweet, he actually dares to complain about his hand’s coldness again.
Yu Sheng drops his head, appraising that chair beneath his bum in all seriousness but he still holds his foot. Shoving down his temper, he wrenches his hand out little by little:
“It’s never been warm before. Let go.”
Jin Linkun lets go without thinking. Yu Sheng couldn’t stop it in time; The back of his hand smacks into the bottom of the desk with a dull thud.
……
【SAVEME: Let me ask this once. Does the air behind me permit me to turn around now?】
In the subsequent two hours, Liang Yifan never dared to turn around again.
The students of Team 7 can’t spare the time to take care of this young and tender-hearted child. Banding together, they feast their eyes on the three foes’ profile Cen Rui scraped together from the Summer Camp Website via certain, unimportant means.
“Really? It’s so short?”
Cen Rui shifts the mouse and can’t help sighing:
“’Sides Old Liang’s schoolmate, of the other two who the Captain has drawn, one happens to have participated in World Cube Association’s competition before. He even has a cert to attest to it. As for the other, he participated in China’s Sudoku Competition before and is one of the 200 out of 3000 who qualified for the quarter-finals…”
Xia Junhua looks on in awe and can’t keep from lamenting:
“Our Captain’s luck is too much.”
Team 7’s Captain opens his mouth but says nothing. He only balls his right hand up regretfully.
Listening to these batch of overly naïve Academic Tyrants sigh over their lack of luck at that time, Yu Sheng turns the Rubik’s Cube a couple more times and looks up despite himself.
If they were really purely drawing lots, there naturally can’t be such a coincidence.
He thinks of speaking up, but seeing the bunch wring their arms and sigh in pity, he decides to not disillusion them in the end, leaning back into his seat.
The results are already out. How it came to be is no longer important. Even if they investigate it for real, the other side must have laid all evidence to ashes by now.
“It’ll be alright. What’s more important is the process of the struggle. In the midst of this struggle, you will still be coming away with something new.”
With a tea cup in hand, Old Wan patiently reconstructs the situation for the students:
“Once we are past this hill, regardless of the outcome, it no longer matters that much… That’s right. Why exactly is our team participating in this competition?”
Team 7: “……”
Old Wan: “?”
Everyone is too embarrassed to tell Old Wan the reason for their involvement. Old Wan takes another few confused sips of his tea before the door flies open due to the boy in charge of look out:
“Keep everything! The teacher’s here!”
The entire classroom’s occupants were all so concerned about their foes and their likelihood of winning in this match, they raised their voices and accidentally drew the attention of the Summer Camp’s patrolling teacher.
“Oral Practice.”
Old Wan stands up voluntarily of his own accord. He unlocks the door leisurely and gestures into the room with a hand still folded behind his back:
“The children have been learning Muted English*. Their oral is far too rough, so they require more practice to improve their command over the language.”
(*Muted English: Only writing and reading, no speaking)
Team 7 instantly catches on. Hiding the Rubik’s Cubes at the speed of light, they gather up in groups of twos and threes to block out the computers, opening a debate in English on how they should employ TianJi’s Strategy for Horse Racing* to win 2 out of 3 games.
(*TianJi’s Strategy for Horse Racing: Prioritize on your strengths and target the opponent’s weakness)
The conclusion of the debate: They should first give up on Liang Yifan’s Tetris Game.
“Is the little tetris square bound to lose? Can’t the little tetris square have some pride of its own?”
Underdog Liang Yifan is incredibly miffed. Hugging the laptop to his chest, he protests:
“For all we know, his keyboard might go haywire when the time comes! I might just end up winning!”
“With your best record of 3 minutes?”
Xia Junhua inclines his head and looks at him:
“Stop dreaming. Even if you upend a cup of water on that keyboard and let it play by itself, it’ll still last longer than you in a serious match.”
Liang Yifan: “……”
Liang Yifan who was dealt a grievous blow cradles the laptop tightly and retreats to his corner, rebeginning his lonely but stubborn face off with a steady stream of falling Tetris blocks.
After a round of discussions, they go a full circle and end up at the very place they started again. Those present quietly swivel their heads to the two Boss Bros who they have placed their hopes on.
The previous storm which had whipped up between the two Boss Bros looks like it has been settled for now.
Yu Sheng has shifted at least 5cm towards his end of the table. Hand turning a Rubik’s Cube every so often, his action is slow and hardly practiced.
Jin Linkun, on the other hand, has leaned back in his chair. On the surface, he doesn’t look like he’s doing the Sudokus either; Every dozens of seconds, he would flip to a new Sudoku and read it, in a perplexing, unfathomable manner.
God knows what he is suckling on, but his cheeks puff in and out every now and then too. Consequently, it actually makes that lackadaisical and distant demeanour of his dissipate by quite a lot.
【Sleeping_Late_Makes_Me_Happy: We were too careless! Rubik’s Cube and Sudokus are a lifetime’s difference from studying. Could the Study Gods also having a hard time?】
【TREMBLE-Dark.Night.Elf!: That might not be the case… Didn’t we agree these patterns are the Study Gods’ go-to for hiding their true abilities?】
【Full-Throttle-Late-At-Night!: You’re not wrong about that. But at this stage, our two Boss Bros no longer need to keep it a secret anymore.】
【Sleep_Early_Wake_Early: The key thing is that should the enemies focus primarily on these games, even if it is someone like God Kun, he may not necessarily win.】
……
Kong Jiahe is a lot more courageous in the chat group than in person. Having scrolled through this chat history from start to finish, he picks up his phone and he types in with full diligence.
【N-Uni@4AM-KongJiaHe: The external factors are out of our control, so there is no point to discussing them. According to TianJi’s overarching theory for Horse-Racing, if we are to consider the one known condition of “There is not one out of these three games which Student Liang is good at”, I think we should let Student Liang take charge of the game with the slimmest chance for victory. This should maximise our chances of securing a 2-of-3 victory.】
【SAVEME: …Vice-Captain, I thank you.】
【N-Uni@4AM-KongJiaHe: No need for thanks, Student Liang. Don’t give up. You are the best.】
“It’s my fault.”
Seeing as if Liang Yifan has started slamming his head on the wall, Team 7’s Captain feels increasingly guilty over it. He puts down his phone:
“I was too down on my luck. I dragged everyone’s feet down.”
He sounded far too downtrodden. The students of Team 7 are all shocked.
“C-Captain, it’s got nothing to do with you.”
Xia Junhua clears his throat lightly and reaches over to pat his shoulder:
“Things like this are a matter of probability. Technically speaking, the odds of picking someone out wouldn’t have changed just because we chose a different person to draw the lots…”
“That’s right.” The boy at his side swiftly chirps up, “The Heavens might just have decided to rob the toilet from me. It’s alright. We can still scope out other battlefields to take over. We don’t need to die squatting in this particular pit.”
“…Now that you’ve put it like that, I suddenly don’t really wanna go back to that place.”
Cen Rui: “Captain, why don’t we toss the match? All we’ll suffer is a loss.”
The group of students chime in one after another, fighting to take the blame. In the end, they make up their minds to fence-vault after Night Self-Study so they can go eat their worries away with a round of late-night snacks.
Yu Sheng is still holding onto his Rubik’s Cube. He hasn’t quite made out how things took such a tragic turn all of a sudden. Subconsciously, his eyes flick towards Jin Linkun.
Jin Linkun is sitting back in his chair.
The two stacks of Sudoku on his desk have already navigated into one. It’s all piled up fairly neatly. A pen sits on the very top, weighing it down.
Arms folded, his eyes are lingering upon the crowd in an indistinct manner. It’s hard to get a read on him.
Yu Sheng frowns.
The last minute of this fruitless Night Self Study just so happens to end. The bell to signal the end of class rings out sonorously.
Team 7 who have toiled away for the night are still beside themselves with excitement. Once the topic of supper was brought up, their appetites all perked up.
Their outlook on the match at the moment sure is pessimistic. Everyone present tacitly agrees to shrug off the topic for now and pull along their still self-blaming Captain Ding Zhengjiao to eat. They put their heads together to select a couple of restaurants where they can have their supper.
In the midst of the chiming bell, Old Wan has already declined the students’ invitation with a grin. He indulgently reminds them to keep an eye out for their safety on their trip and he glides out of the door with his teacup still perched in his hand.
The gaggle of people throw camaraderie to the bin, pushing and jostling in the corridor for a while before kicking Liang Yifan into the classroom. The hefty responsibility of inviting the two Boss Bros to fence-vault is thus dumped on his shoulders.
Liang Yifan sobs tearlessly. With a shudder, he heads over:
“God Kun. Sheng—Sheng Gē… Do you guys… want to go out for supper?”
The aura of the two Boss Bros in the row behind is far too overwhelming. Despite having sat before this pair for so many Night Self-Studies, Liang Yifan has never dared to turn around and start a conversation with them.
Having gotten up close and personal with Tetris for a night, Liang Yifan’s brain is currently more scrambled than any eggs you can hope to have for breakfast. Everything he sees right now seems to be overlaid with a bunch of Tetris Blocks raining down. While he still can’t make sense of the two people’s expressions, he squeezes his eyes close and musters all his courage:
“I—It’s been a long night. It’s been hard on all of us. I—It’s just a short break, let’s relax—”
“I’m coming.”
Yu Sheng cuts off curtly:
“I’ll be behind you guys. Just send me the location.”
Liang Yifan feels like he’s been granted amnesty by some big fish. With half of his heart’s unease put to rest, he sneaks a peek at Jin Linkun on the side:
“God Kun…”
Jin Linkun smiles kindly:
“You guys should go. I—”
He suddenly pauses. His hand shoots lightning-fast into the under table storage, seizing Yu Sheng’s hand.
The back of Yu Sheng’s hand is pinned down by him. Palm faced down and on the sweet that has been left in the under table storage, Yu Sheng quirks a brow and eyes him.
“……”
Jin Linkun lifts his hand and lightly taps twice on the back of Yu Sheng’s hand.
Yu Sheng remains unmoved.
Jin Linkun stops. Then, he tentatively covers the other’s hand with his own and pats him on the back of his hand.
The under table storage is not that big to begin with; The space allowed for movement is even more cramped. For whatever odd reason, the force he puts into these two pats thus gives off a mild feeling of gentleness.
Yu Sheng’s arm stiffen instinctively. Still, he doesn’t budge. Closing his fist, he tightens his hold over that sweet once again.
Neither side is willing to stand down.
Liang Yifan stands by the side of the table, shocked. He’s still a bit at odds with himself over whether he should be doing some eye exercises, when his phone vibrates and the messages of Team 7’s chat group pop out.
【TREMBLE-Dark.Night.Elf!: @SAVEME Got their response yet? What’re the Boss Bros doing?】
【SAVEME: …Idk. It’s very hard to express in words.】
【Sleeping_Late_Makes_Me_Happy: ??】
【QuitCoffees&AllNighters: Wake up, Old Liang. Aren’t you a language student? Where’s your dignity as a language student?】
【SAVEME: ……】
Liang Yifan’s hand moves up. He rubs hard at his eyes.
【SAVEME: I guess. They’re arm-wrestling.】
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Next Time on DTTM! – Chapter 26: <So I can say it a few more times in the future. And exchange it for sweets.>
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