"It's settled, Tang Ming did not take any stimulants; the school doctor has already called. It seems you've suspected the wrong person."
After Liu Dalun had spoken, he took the sports meeting materials and walked outside.
"Impossible."
Chen Cang's face was a picture of confusion. He simply couldn't understand it. The water had been drunk by Tang Ming under supervision, and he had collected the urine himself—how could it be that not a trace of stimulants was detected?
Thinking of this, Chen Cang cursed out of sheer frustration, "Damn it, no stimulants found, and I got splashed in the face with urine for nothing."
Having failed once again in framing Tang Ming, Chen Cang felt like the Big Bad Wolf who couldn't catch the sheep, filled with a sense of defeat. But his heart was full of hatred; he wanted revenge, and he couldn't calm down at all.
