"Hmph…" a student from Class One said to Class Seven, "Ladies first. Our class knows how to like gentlemen."
Fang Duo said with arms turned out, "Oh? Do you mean the result of this race doesn't count?"
"Of course not! You should send a boy to compete with Zhao Biao again."
"Why? Does the result of a race not count unless your class wins?"
The two classes were quarreling again. At this time, the physical education teacher walked over casually and said, "Hey, stop quarreling!"
The students shut up but were still fighting silently with their eyes. As they glared at each other, they seemed to be sending out lightning and thunder.
With his hands behind his back, the physical education teacher asked Sheng Yang mildly, "What's your name?"
He knew all the other students but not this one. She seemed to be a transfer student.
Yes, if she weren't new to this school, he might've spotted this genius long ago in the past two years!
