Qiao Xiaoni took the watch off her wrist and put it in her pocket, then stretched her arms and said, "If I win, do you see the playground outside? You have to go out and run ten laps, no cheating allowed."

With so many people here, if you act like a scoundrel, you're indirectly telling everyone that you don't deserve to be a man.

"Okay!" Zhao Yan agreed without hesitation, confident that he wouldn't lose. He walked over to get a stool, which slowed his movements considerably as he sat down.

Qiao Xiaoni sat down calmly: "Your right hand is injured, you're bound to lose if you arm wrestle with me."

"You're a girl, so as a man, I should give way to you. That's perfectly reasonable." He said smugly, thinking that such a thin girl could never beat him in an arm wrestling match.

Almost everyone who remained in the classroom gathered around.

Qiao Xiaoni drew a line on the table with a pen, then stretched out her hand, waiting for his hand to come to her.

As soon as their hands clasped together, she immediately realized that Fatty Zhao was exerting force, so she quickly tightened her grip as well.

Zhao Yan was astonished; the little girl, weighing less than 100 pounds, possessed such explosive power.

He was completely outmatched; even if his right hand hadn't been injured, it would have been difficult for him to win.

The students next to them started to jeer.

"come on!"

"come on!"

Zhou Meiling had no way to deal with them, so she stared intently at the two hands, trying to see who would win.

Soon, Zhao Yan's strength gave out, and his hand was twisted around, revealing a painful and desperate expression on his face.

Qiao Xiaoni let go of his hand and clapped her hands lightly: "You lost. Hurry up and keep your promise to run ten laps. Everyone's watching!"

When has Zhao Yan ever suffered such a loss? He thought he was sure to win, but he lost, and lost so badly, in just two minutes.

The little girl was very strong; it felt like she hadn't even used half her strength before she beat him.

The students stopped cheering and all eyes turned to Fatty Zhao, eager to see what he would do and whether he would resort to violence.

Ignoring Sun Jie's attempts to stop her, Zhou Meiling said, "You lost. Why don't you go out and run ten laps?"

We're all waiting!

Sun Jie was so angry he didn't know what to say. He had already secretly inquired about the reason why Zhao Yan was able to repeat a year: it was all because of the principal's influence. Nobody knew the specifics, but everyone said he had powerful connections.

Getting into a conflict with someone like this right after starting school is like shooting yourself in the foot.

Zhao Yan stood up abruptly. He could have used excuses to justify anything else, but he couldn't think of any reason for this bet.

He walked briskly out the path cleared for him, and the classmates he encountered along the way were so frightened that they hid to the side, afraid of being bumped into by him.

Looking out the window out of the corner of her eye, Qiao Xiaoni quickly spotted him. It was almost time for class, and he was the only one on the playground.

Watching him start running step by step, although his movements were slow, he showed no sign of stopping.

That's interesting.

"He has quite a temper," Qiao Xiaoni thought to herself, and stopped paying attention as the school bell rang again.

The Chinese teacher walked in; she was a middle-aged woman, about 1.6 meters tall, around 40 years old, wearing black glasses, and giving off a somewhat serious vibe.

We talked, and we found that the teacher was very dedicated and cultured during class. She was definitely better than the homeroom teacher.