"Done!" Xiao Han nodded and said, "Then I'm definitely going to stand on the podium and stare down your number plate."
A trace of a strange smile curled up at the corner of Xiao Han's mouth.
The two slapped hands to seal the pledge, and Xiao Han turned and left.
Watching Xiao Han's departing figure, Li Changjun felt his eyelids twitch violently, and moreover, he always had a bad feeling, which was growing stronger and more oppressive.
"Li Changjun, you are going to make a fortune," his classmates began to congratulate him.
"Really?" Li Changjun watched Xiao Han's retreating back and said, "Why do I feel that something isn't quite right?"
"Don't worry, this time you're definitely going to win," his classmates said with a laugh.
......
Xiao Han turned and left the scene, then entered the spectator stands through the passageway.
