When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 60 - 0: One Hundred Push-ups

Ten minutes before the end of class, the gym teacher blew the whistle, and the students from each class quickly lined up on both sides.

"Alright, everyone hurry up. The losing team step forward five paces, and the winning team send a representative up to draw lots."

Overall, class six was pretty much on par with class two.

But to everyone’s surprise, the two groups from class two that were least likely to lose were completely wiped out by their opponents?

"Damn! What’s going on with Boss Pei? Am I seeing things?"

"You’re blind, man. Take a good look at who’s standing opposite."

"Pfft, I get it, I get it. I totally accept this loss for Boss Pei."

After discussing the key player, the students of class two turned their attention to two other individuals.

Xu Kanfeng felt he had lost face in every sense of the word, he and Old He actually lost to a nerd.

And the worst part was that the nerd hardly seemed to have exerted any effort from start to finish.

He suddenly felt like his dignity had been trampled on mercilessly.

This is fucking absurd.

As the drawing of lots came to an end, the murmurs from class two gradually quieted down.

Jiang Shuyao’s gaze was downcast, absorbing the noisy sounds around her, but when she heard the name Pei Yan, she slowly raised her head.

The person, whether in looks or stature, was exceptional. Used to doing whatever he pleased at Yunzhong, his unexpected Waterloo, even with the pretext of accepting punishment, still couldn’t avoid the infatuated gazes of a crowd of girls.

Jiang Shuyao’s mood was slightly different from the rest; she watched Pei Yan go through the punishment of one hundred push-ups seemingly as if it was child’s play, with no hint of challenge.

Besides, he had conceded voluntarily; she had no reason to feel secretly pleased.

But seeing the excitement and satisfaction on the face of the girl beside her, she couldn’t help but smile.

Actually, her childish behavior today turned out to be quite meaningful.

She didn’t want to always cause trouble for her friends, but once the trouble had arisen, she had to do her utmost to make amends.

The gym class ended amidst the curious and intoxicating discussions, but what was equally intoxicating was the scene that followed.

A jaw-dropping scene.

A class two boy named Chen Jin, that rich second generation, lost his mind and ran around the playground, shouting, "Chen Jin likes men, motherfucker, Chen Jin likes men..."

Everyone: "..."

At this time, it was the end of class, and the boys and girls passing by the playground stopped in curiosity, with some even taking out their phones to snap pictures, sending them to group chats, posting on forums, and sharing on social media.

The internet era sure is something. After spreading around a bit, within just over ten minutes, Chen Jin’s outrageous spectacle was visible everywhere in Yunzhong.

After receiving reports, the director of the academic office turned green.

He put his phone down on the table, rubbed his temples, and told the propaganda department, "Don’t let the video get out. Even though Yunzhong is private, we still need to save face."

With the high school league just around the corner, many schools would be focusing on Yunzhong. If something messy happened now, he, as the academic director, could not shirk responsibility.

Moreover, Chen Jin was the main player on the school’s basketball team, and punishing him at this juncture seemed inappropriate.

Ah, a bunch of troublemakers, never giving people peace of mind.

The little incident from gym class was quickly forgotten by everyone, and with the monthly exams around the corner, the students of class six conscientiously buried themselves in a sea of test papers.

After finishing the last math test on Friday, Jiang Shuyao and Tang Xing went out to eat together.

At this time in the afternoon, the restaurants near the school were almost full to bursting, and the two of them patiently walked around before reluctantly finding a small stir-fry restaurant that seemed less crowded.