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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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?!
