Another crisp, clear whistle blew like a triumphant fanfare, officially declaring Class 8's victory.
"Class 8 is amazing!"
"Gu Luo is a legend!"
"Class 8 is amazing!"
"Gu Luo is a legend!"
"......"
The girls of Class 8 and their female fans erupted in cheers.
In the hallway, Luo Shuning was also shouting, her face lit up with an incredibly proud smile.
Others might not know, but she was well aware that the reason Class 8 had won was all thanks to her brother.
After all, Gu Luo had effortlessly subdued that little fan on the city train not long ago.
At this moment, the Guangya campus was flooded with chants of "Gu Luo is a legend" and "Class 8 is amazing."
It just proved that "amazing" was indeed the most sincere, heartfelt praise a Chinese person could give.
Especially since Class 8 had pulled off an underdog victory against Class 12, which had several burly members from the kendo club.
Of course, the biggest factor was Gu Luo's presence.
Amid the tidal wave of cheers from the girls, the boys of Class 8 were practically floating on cloud nine, exhilarated beyond words.
They had truly experienced the immense benefits of sharing a class with Gu Luo, the school's heartthrob.
They were really reaping the rewards.
So... damn... satisfying... Situ Wenyao clenched his teeth, barely suppressing the smug thrill coursing through him. His body trembled slightly as he forced himself to stay composed and headed toward the restroom nearby.
Meanwhile...
"How could we lose?" The Class 12 P.E. teacher wore an expression of utter disbelief.
As a professional P.E. teacher, he knew the exact gap in strength between Class 8 and Class 12.
This match shouldn’t have been a contest at all.
Even if Situ Wenyao had pulled some underhanded tricks toward the end, they shouldn’t have lost so decisively.
In fact, Class 12 hadn’t held the upper hand even once throughout the entire match.
Where had things gone wrong?
Or was someone in Class 12 deliberately holding back?
But that didn’t make sense either...
"Bro-in-law..." Liu Jianjun walked over and patted his shoulder, speaking softly,
"I’ll treat both Class 8 and Class 12 to milk tea. And yours—extra sugar, less ice."
"I’ve already handed my salary card to your sister. My whole family will spoil her rotten, so don’t worry."
With that, he opened a food delivery app to order milk tea for both classes.
"Hah... at least you, Liu—Jian—jun, have some conscience." The Class 12 P.E. teacher, distracted by the offer, gave up on figuring out why they lost.
He waved a hand dismissively, feigning annoyance. "Enough with the sappy talk. If I wasn’t okay with this, I’d have beaten you to death with a stick already."
After a pause, he added, "We’ve been classmates for years. My sister’s in good hands with you."
He turned to leave.
"Wait." Liu Jianjun swiftly grabbed his arm and said casually, "I also have a cousin—fair-skinned, gorgeous, long legs, an only child, and still single at 30."
"Her dowry? At least two million."
"Bro-in-law, put your phone down! Let me order the milk tea!" The Class 12 P.E. teacher’s attitude instantly did a 180.
......
After the tug-of-war match, Gu Luo and his friends returned to the grassy field where they had started.
Gu Luo and Shen Yue now each held a cup of milk tea.
Buzz.
A message notification vibrated.
Gu Ximan pulled out her phone and saw a post from the group admin.
[Gu Luo Fan Club]
Admin: [Document: The Real Reason Class 8 Defeated Class 12 in Tug-of-War]
Curious, Gu Ximan tapped open the document.
[Good afternoon, everyone! Your beloved admin here to break down the real reason Class 8 won against Class 12 in tug-of-war.]
[It’s actually very simple—the key factor was our legend, Gu Luo.]
[Research shows that Class 8 participated in two tug-of-war matches in their first year, but got eliminated early both times. This proves their overall strength is mid-tier at Guangya.]
[Yet today, they unexpectedly defeated Class 12, who had previously won a championship.]
[The only variable? Gu Luo joined them.]
[Need I say more?]
The group chat exploded instantly, flooded with "666," "Gu Luo is a legend," and "Admin is a genius."
Messages piled up like snowflakes, quickly hitting 99+.
Gu Ximan blinked in surprise as she read the admin’s deductions.
She hadn’t expected the truth to be uncovered so quickly.
"Bro... you got exposed just like that."
......
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
