"No way? Xiao Lan lost?" Wang Shumei's eyes widened in disbelief.
Lin Nianhe stared at the score sheet, then gave Zheng Shan a thumbs-up after a moment: "Well played!"
Zheng Shan held her paddle, looking somewhat awkward.
Lin Nianhe put aside his notebook, took out a handkerchief to wipe Zheng Shan's sweat, and said, "Come on, let's get inside the classroom so you don't catch a cold."
It wasn't noticeable during the activity, but now stopping and facing the northwest wind could lead to a cold.
As everyone entered the classroom, Lin Nianhe carefully dried off Zheng Shan's sweat before handing her some warm water: "Drink slowly, take small sips."
Zheng Shan silently sipped the water, her eyes shining brighter than before.
Wen Lan also came in and after drinking some water, nodded towards Zheng Shan: "You're good, I really can't beat you."
Holding the cup, Zheng Shan suddenly smiled.
She did not laugh out loud, but her smile was exceptionally radiant.
