Everyone was reminiscing about what Huang Xiaolong had just recited.
Incredibly... Huang Xiaolong had won.
He had actually managed to recite "Red Lips. Thoughts of My Maiden" in reverse, an utterly showy choice.
It's important to remember that this poem was chosen by Zhu Ting, not Huang Xiaolong himself.
If Huang Xiaolong had chosen it himself, one could say that he had practiced for a long time, achieving fluent reverse recitation.
But Zhu Ting picked the topic. This either means that Huang Xiaolong had incredibly good luck because Zhu Ting just happened to choose Huang Xiaolong's best topic.
Alternatively, it means that Huang Xiaolong has an extraordinary understanding of classical Chinese literature!
"This… this…" Zhu Ting's face had changed. It had become quite colorful and even a bit distorted in fury. "You… you…"
"Hehehe, class monitor, don't stammer." Huang Xiaolong teased. "You've lost. So, crawl out."
"You! Don't go too far!" Zhu Ting was a bit shamefully furious.
