His eyes sparkled with a dangerous glint.
Just as his gaze was about to shift toward Ji Anning's stomach, Ji Anning realized, "No, on Friday I'm going to participate in the preliminary round of the chess competition."
Her hands lifted slightly, trembling, almost covering her stomach.
Forget it, just get through this and then leave the principal's office.
Her back was soaked with sweat.
Ji Chicheng's expression softened slightly, and then he looked at the principal, "Principal, actually I think having a talent competition is quite nice. A big cleanliness competition doesn't really serve any substantial purpose."
He analyzed calmly, "Moreover, in group activities, conflicts easily arise among girls over the division of tasks, so maybe we should skip the big cleanliness competition."
Especially the last sentence, it was said nonchalantly.
Ji Anning almost spat blood, as others were already ready to go, yet he spoke so lightly.
