Lin Chen rushed back to the stands excitedly and, upon seeing Zuo Siqi's smug smile, said, "Auntie, I won! What's my reward? Maybe a passionate kiss or something!"
Zuo Siqi still seemed as if she were dreaming. This guy was simply a demon, sweeping through all the national team members in Tao Yifei's class, and he had actually won all the first places.
Hum, see how arrogant Tao Yifei could be now. Zuo Siqi felt triumphant inside, but her face remained cold as ice.
"I only agreed that you could take leave. You should ask Tao Yifei for a passionate kiss."
Lin Chen looked around. There was no sign of Tao Yifei.
Lin Chen bit his lip. The monk might run but the temple won't escape; he had worked hard for the first place, and he must not miss the reward he deserved.
Just then, An Xiaodi ran over excitedly: "Lin Chen, your popularity is really booming!"
"Of course, brother is a popular heartthrob," Lin Chen said with a face full of pride.