When class ended, the students flocked to the front row, gathering around Jiao Tengda's desk, chattering away as they tried to help him come up with ideas.
"Just fight, lil' banana! What's there to think about?" Shi Lan leaned over, propping her elbow on Jiao Tengda's shoulder. "Think about it. There's no penalty if you lose, but if you win, you get to skip the final exam! Besides, this is a chance for our Junior Class to make a name for itself!
If the Junior Class takes down the freshmen... tsk, just thinking about it makes me happy!"
"I like the idea of making a name for ourselves, but I'm afraid of embarrassing ourselves," Jiao Tengda said helplessly, scrolling through his phone.
"That's not the right attitude. How can a Martial Artist be afraid of losing?" Zhao Tang's slightly displeased voice chimed in.
