Xiong Lin, upon hearing this, got angry, "It doesn't matter who we put up, the competition is registered by school, and right now Ran Yu is our school's racing club representative!"
"That's right!"
"The president is right!"
"Not only is Ran Yu our school beauty, but she's also our club's belle, and now she's the first place in the competition!"
"If you're not convinced, go home and practice for a few more years!"
"..."
The school beauty's face flushed a series of red and white, cursed "A petty man achieving success!" and turned away.
Xiong Lin laughed heartily, "Finally got that bad breath out."
Ran Yu looked at him.
