Chapter 242 : In the Future, You'll Keep an Eye on Those Two, Right?

Zhuo Yongfei's entire body tensed up, veins bulging on his head. He bit his lip hard to keep himself from laughing out loud.

Fuck.

I shouldn't have looked back.

"Look forward! Zhuo Yongfei! Don't forget your responsibility!" Chen Tianming shouted loudly.

"Sorry!" Zhuo Yongfei admitted his mistake and turned his head back.

"Referee Teacher! Start! Start the match!" Class 9's morale was already scattered. This was the best opportunity to press the attack. Seeing their scheme working, Bai Bufan, Lin Li, and the others shouted loudly from behind.

After all, the longer the people from Class 9 looked at Chen Tianming's current face, the easier it would be for them to develop resistance. They had to seize the moment.

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Chen Tianming remained calm and indifferent.

Unmoved by favor or disgrace, what does anything matter to me?

Admittedly, degrading himself like this today might completely cost him his right to choose a mate at Nansang Middle School.

But why would he care about that?

Of the three thousand waters of the weak river, I only take Qiaoqiao to slurp slurp lick lick lick!!

As the front row of Class 4's tug-of-war team, the absolute face of the group, Chen Tianming had long been prepared to sacrifice himself!

As long as he could meet Qiaoqiao, Chen Tianming was willing to burn everything he had.

Besides, Class 17 also had a match. Yao Qiaoqiao, being one of the participants, wouldn't see this scene right now.

As for afterwards... history is written by the victors.

"Teacher! Please start the match!" Therefore, Chen Tianming calmly urged the referee, "Don't dawdle anymore!"

"I didn't touch anything!" The referee, who was still laughing, suddenly turned his head and denied it upon hearing this. "I was just laughing!"

(Translator's Note: "Dawdle" (mo ji) sounds like "touch" (mo) in Chinese).

Chen Tianming: "?"

Wait.

You motherfucker.

"If you didn't touch, you didn't touch. The match, Teacher!" Chen Tianming said with a cold face.

"Oh haha, okay. Class 9, hurry up and regroup!" The referee, despite being given attitude by a student, didn't feel offended. His facial features were distorted from holding back laughter. He nodded, blew a whistle at Class 9, and signaled.

Class 9 immediately readjusted their posture, but some with low laughing points couldn't hold it in again after taking another look at Chen Tianming, especially since he was keeping such a serious face.

Damn it! Class 4's intentions are too malicious!

They finally realized it too late.

"On your marks—"

"Starting today I'm going to the toilet by myself, Mom and Dad don't underestimate me—"

Chen Tianming's faint singing voice rang out at this moment, drifting towards Class 9.

A person with ugly makeup and two green onions in his nose, very seriously singing a children's song in a very serious tone.

The hardship of holding back laughter in this situation cannot be explained to outsiders.

Zhuo Yongfei's lips were bitten bloodless.

Damn mouth, please don't laugh!

Why didn't I listen to Chen Tianming? Why did I have to look back!

"Beep—" The referee picked up the whistle that had fallen to his neck because of his laughing, put it back in his mouth, and blew it hard!

[Charge], activate!

Lin Li held nothing back this time, going all out right from the start.

"Go! Go! Class 4! Go!"

"One—two—pull!!! One—two—pull!!!"

The moment the whistle blew, the red rope jerked sharply towards Class 4. By the time Class 9 started exerting force, they found they couldn't stop the decline at all. Amidst the swaying, the red rope continued to move towards Class 4!

"Beep—"

"Class 4 wins! Second round starts in five minutes!"

The referee announced the result.

"We are the champions again! We are the champions again!" Wang Ze, who didn't step on Lin Li's shoes this time, excitedly turned around and hugged Lin Li.

"Class 9 doesn't feel as strong as I imagined. I didn't even pull as hard as yesterday and we won," Bai Bufan said proudly.

"I'm going to mock Yucheng."

Wang Ze happily ran over to point at the shot put sports student opposite them and mocked him, giving him an upside-down thumbs up.

He was smart enough to mock from a distance, probably knowing he wouldn't come back alive if he got too close.

The second-class hero Lin Li smiled without speaking at this moment, hiding his merit and fame.

The combined force provided by Wang Ze and Bai Bufan wasn't as great as his.

As for who the first-class hero was—

Lin Li, Bai Bufan, and Zhou Baowei exchanged glances, nodded, and shouted neatly towards the front:

"Senior Brother Tianming, please strengthen our Class 4!"

"Senior Brother Tianming, please strengthen our Class 4!"

Facing the petition of his sect members, Chen Tianming only left them a back full of stories, but his clenched right fist slowly raised high. This... represented victory!

It represented that he heard everyone's voices!

The tug-of-war participants from Class 9 really couldn't hold it in anymore at this moment.

What kind of class is Class 4? It seems really fun.

"Referee, this... haha, this is fucking foul play, right?"

"Isn't this a bit unfair? It feels like they're interfering with us."

A few students who took the tug-of-war event more seriously began to protest to the referee.

"This counts as interference? Do ugly people have no human rights? Our Brother Tianming looked like this when he came out of his mother's womb! Original face, never had plastic surgery! You haters stop being sour!" Lin Li, Bai Bufan, and a few other fans came to protect their master upon smelling the scent.

"Your family brings two green onions from the mother's womb!"

"Genetic mutation, the umbilical cord turned into green onions, is that not allowed?"

"Alright, reasonable."

Chen Tianming: "..."

You guys protected me very well, don't protect me next time.

The referee smiled and shook his head at the protesting students from Class 9: "It's not a foul. What I would define as foul interference is verbal abuse and physical contact, but putting makeup on oneself is not included."

The most important thing about fun events is fun. There's no prize for winning, just a few points.

So who says this makeup is bad? This makeup is fantastic.

Hearing this, Class 9 didn't argue anymore. Their evaluation was that Class 4 indeed pulled off a good stunt.

But they couldn't just sit and wait for death.

The students of Class 9 subconsciously set their sights on the person standing at the very front of their class.

That bro took two steps back: "?"

"No? Wait?"

"There's still five minutes! Who brought things that can make someone look ugly?! Quick! We need to learn from the barbarians to control the barbarians!"

"I have a red pen here!"

"I have a hair tie here!"

"I have socks here!"

"I have two cigarette butts here!"

"I have a mouthful of phlegm here!"

"No, who the fuck burned my butt with a cigarette butt?"

"Did you say thank you?"

—The last few sentences were all shouted by Lin Li and Bai Bufan who had mixed in.

Class 9 began to abuse their classmate.

After Bai Bufan and Lin Li were chased away, the two went back to take care of their own brother. Bai Bufan went up to massage Chen Tianming's shoulders, and Lin Li went up to touch up his makeup.

"Class Rep, sorry, our brother doesn't allow photos." Seeing Chen Yuying approaching sneakily with her camera, Lin Li immediately stepped forward to shoo her away, blocking the camera lens.

"Can I just take one picture, please," Chen Yuying prayed with her hands clasped together.

"I told you, you can." Lin Li's tone remained firm, but the fingers blocking the camera secretly parted a gap, just enough for the lens to see through.

Click.

Chen Tianming: "?"

A bodyguard hired by the cinema? With this kind of shitty professional ethics?

"Chen Tianming, thank you for your sacrifice. Pfft, without you, we might have lost." After taking the picture, Chen Yuying smiled and said to Chen Tianming.

Chen Tianming felt a bit embarrassed this time, turned his head, and rubbed the back of his head. Just as he was about to be modest, Bai Bufan suddenly straightened him up: "How many times have I told you, don't point your gun at your own people."

Chen Tianming: "..."

You motherfucker.

On the side, Wang Yuezhi's eyes widened.

So you can be praised just by doing this?

And praised with a smile?

Isn't this my specialty?

Wang Yuezhi's eyes lit up. He checked the time; there were still a few minutes before the next round started. There was enough time.

He sprinted towards the dorms.

Hearing Chen Yuying say this, Wang Yuezhi wasn't the only one who reacted; his lunchtime good brother Lin Li also reacted.

"Without me, the class would also lose. Class Rep, shouldn't you thank me for my hard work too?" Not worrying about scarcity but about uneven distribution, Lin Li was unhappy.

"Alright, alright~ Thank you for your hard work too, thank you for your hard work too." Chen Yuying smiled and stepped forward to coax this childish Lin Li.

...

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

The front boy of Class 9 was now also scribbled all over with a marker, his hairstyle was a mess (physically), and he had two cigarette butts picked up from the ground hanging from his ears. He stood at the very front, looking like he had nothing left to live for.

However, this level of offensive was truly a joke to Class 4.

With Lin Li, the Qing Dynasty's number one killer, in the front, and Chen Tianming, the Qing Dynasty's second-best killer, in the back, everyone's hearts were already piercingly cold.

Besides, Lin Li and Bai Bufan lived like jokes every day. Having watched them for so long, their laughing points weren't that low anymore.

However, Class 9 had also undergone desensitization training during the five minutes, forcing themselves to stare at Chen Tianming, so Chen Tianming's lethality was also much weaker.

It was still unknown who would win.

"Both sides get ready." The referee loved seeing this kind of thing. After laughing, he signaled that the match was about to begin.

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

"Hold on!"

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

o.o, O.O?!

A figure wearing a colorful wig walked to the middle of the two opposing armies at this moment.

He first pinched his red nose, then spread his hands: "I am... a clown, I'm... joker!"

Some people just stand there, doing nothing, and you can feel how ridiculously terrifying they are.

Everyone in Class 9: "?"

No, there's another master?

Is this a backup plan Class 4 specially prepared, considering Chen Tianming wouldn't be as offensive in the second round?

Class 4's planning is too meticulous.

Moreover, this backup guy's acting... has a natural feel to it... unreasonable, unimaginable... he's simply the Jinchuriki of clowns...

Everyone in Class 9 began to grit their teeth and take deep breaths, and most chose to close their eyes.

If they kept looking, they would really explode.

But Wang Yuezhi forgot to turn off friendly fire.

"Wang Yuezhi, what the fuck are you doing hahahaha! Where did you get this hair, holy shit?" Lin Li was the first to break.

Why the hell did you materialize your Martial Soul True Form?!

"Don't mind me!" Wang Yuezhi turned his head and shouted coldly: "I will make them laugh, and you guys, just need to pull! Let us... win this victory together! Don't hold me back!"

Lin Li: "?"

What a passionate and blood-pumping speech! I'm fired up!

Corrugator supercilii! Zygomaticus major! Risorius! All of you, fire up for me—

"Hahahahahaha!! Fuck!"

"The problem is, looking at you like this makes us want to laugh too!!" Wang Ze was really done for.

"I can't take it anymore either!" Bai Bufan followed closely.

Rarely, the referee, Class 4, and Class 9 all collapsed. The originally taut tug-of-war rope went limp.

Wang Yuezhi: "?"

"But I only have my back to you! Does this make you want to laugh too?" He didn't understand.

"Mhm, makes me want to laugh."

Everyone nodded in unison, then burst into laughter.

Wang Yuezhi: "..."

These useless things in Class 4 held me back.

"Class Rep, sorry to disappoint you." Helpless, Wang Yuezhi could only exit the stage dejectedly. When passing by Chen Yuying, he said in disappointment.

Chen Yuying, holding the camera: "Eh?"

Huh? Sorry for what? Disappoint what?

It was quite funny.

"N-no problem, you look quite funny dressed like that. Many in Class 9 couldn't take it anymore," Chen Yuying said politely. "Do you... want to take a picture?"

"Yes! Yes! I will continue to work hard! That's great!" Wang Yuezhi resurrected with full health.

Chen Yuying: "?"

...

2 to 0.

Although the second round was a bit difficult, they still won.

Class 4 cheered and jumped for joy.

Class 9 lost... but had no complaints.

Being able to see these scenes made losing worth the price of admission.

"Chen Tianming! Chen Tianming! Chen Tianming!" The boys worked together to toss Chen Tianming high into the air and catch him, shouting his name.

"Alright, alright, it's what I should do." Being the center of attention felt pretty good. After signaling everyone to put him down, Chen Tianming smiled modestly:

"Besides, I didn't do it purely for everyone. You could even say everyone was helping me work hard for my Qiaoqiao. So, this is a shared victory for our Class 4!"

"Good!"

"That's right!"

Everyone acknowledged the high level of Chen Tianming's speech.

"Wang Ze, the next responsibility is handed over to you," Chen Tianming looked at Wang Ze. "Tomorrow's draw, you must draw Class 17!"

"Haha, Tianming, I just went to check. Class 17 won... failed." Wang Ze hooked his arm around Chen Tianming's shoulder and said.

"Of course Class 17 won..." Chen Tianming's newly formed smile closed when he realized something was wrong.

"..."

He stared at Wang Ze: "Wang Ze, what do you mean, won failed."

Wang Ze smiled the same way he smiled at Lin Li yesterday.

"Speak."

"Class 17 lost." Wang Ze averted his gaze, not daring to meet Chen Tianming's eyes. "My combat power evaluation was wrong, and it was a 2-0 loss."

Chen Tianming: "..."

Class 17 lost?

Then what was the point of me throwing everything away to seek this victory?

So, the one who broke the promise wasn't me, but Qiaoqiao?

Hearing Wang Ze's words, Lin Li, Bai Bufan, and Zhou Baowei all turned their heads away and placed their hands folded in front of them.

They couldn't bear to look at a desperate simp.

Chen Tianming's body trembled. He knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky: "No—!!"

Lin Li: "Snowflakes fluttering~"

Bai Bufan: "The north wind howling~"

...

When Wednesday came, Lin Li saw that the front student of the opposing tug-of-war team was also ridiculously dressed up with heavy makeup.

He realized that the nature of Nansang Middle School's tug-of-war competition seemed to have changed slightly.

...

[Do your best to participate in the sect martial arts competition, and win at least three first places for yourself or your sect, of which at least two must be official competitions (1/1; 0/2)]

"We are the true champions now!"

"We won!"

"Class 4 is invincible! Long live Class 4!"

On Thursday, the freshman tug-of-war competition officially came to an end. With Class 9, the top rival, having been eliminated early on, Class 4, possessing the hidden Zhou Zhou Baobao Weiwei (Lin Li), ascended to the throne without much difficulty.

The finals were best three out of five, but it was still a 3-0 sweep.

Class 4 celebrated again and again.

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

Of course, the sad ones weren't the opposing class.

By the basketball court.

Principal Wang was silent.

"Teacher Zhou, can you tell me why the tug-of-war competition turned out like this?" He hesitated for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask.

Hearing that today was the freshman tug-of-war finals, Principal Wang specially came to watch the match.

Then he discovered that out of the 33 people on both teams, seven had bizarre makeup on their faces, nine had messed-up hairstyles, and four were wearing strange costumes.

At this moment, he was dumbfounded.

Where the hell am I?

Is this still a tug-of-war competition? Isn't this a 'try not to laugh' challenge?

Is our school mass-producing top 100 uploaders now?

"Principal, that's a very good question. I think you should ask Teacher Xue." Hearing this, the referee, Teacher Zhou, silently turned his gaze to the homeroom teacher of Class 4.

So Principal Wang also looked at Xue Jian.

Xue Jian: "..."

Why look at me?

Xue Jian didn't meet Principal Wang's eyes, but looked at his own class, specifically at Lin Li and Bai Bufan, who were currently being tossed up and down:

"Principal, that's a very good question. I think you should ask Lin Li and Bai Bufan."

"Do you need me to call them over for you?"

Principal Wang: "..."

Damn it, it's these two unfilial students again.

But for some reason, it seemed reasonable.

"If it's those two, forget it." Principal Wang shook his head. He really didn't want to have a conversation with the Anti-Pornography Vanguard and the Anti-Pornography Vanguard Dog.

But he had one more thing he had to ask Xue Jian.

"Doing this is quite good too, everyone is quite happy, and losing doesn't matter. It achieves the goal of our fun events from another angle, but—"

"Teacher Xue, did you guys specially hire a clown to make the opposing students laugh for this tug-of-war competition? Going to such great lengths?"

Principal Wang pointed at the clown on the basketball court wearing a polka-dot onesie, gloves, a wig, and a red nose, and asked in confusion.

Why did he say there were 33 people on both teams just now?

Because there were 16 on each side of the tug-of-war, and Class 4 also had a clown performing on the side, having hired outside help.

Xue Jian: "..."

Xue Jian looked at Wang Yuezhi.

Regarding this quiet and worry-free good student—at least he used to be—Xue Jian took a deep breath, then looked up at the sky and said somewhat bleakly:

"He wasn't hired, he's also my student."

Principal Wang: "?"

Is Class 4 of the first year some kind of place where people rob tombs? So many once-in-a-century talents gathered in one place at one time?

"Has he practiced acrobatics? Does his family run a circus?"

"I don't know, probably not," Xue Jian shook his head.

"Then... why is this child so skilled at playing a clown? When others play it, it doesn't look real, but he doesn't look like he's playing."

Xue Jian again didn't meet Principal Wang's eyes, but looked at his own class again, at Lin Li and Bai Bufan who were still being tossed up and down:

"Principal, that's a very good question. I think you should ask Lin Li and Bai Bufan."

"Do you need me to call them over for you?"

Principal Wang: "..."

When did I get hit by an illusion? Why does this scene and conversation feel like I just saw it?

No, it's not an illusion! Fuck, how is it related to those two again?

"Never mind."

"Mhm."

Silence.

Silence.

Principal Wang finally couldn't help but speak: "Teacher Xue."

"What is it, Principal."

"During the sports meeting, keep a close eye on those two kids."

"...I will."

...

"Achoo!"

On the side, Bai Bufan, who had just landed, suddenly sneezed.

Damn it, who's falsely accusing me.

(End of Chapter)