Nie Xiaoxun had already slumped into her chair like a dead fish by this point.
Her face as gray as death, she sighed, "At this point, do you think swapping players can turn things around? If Fang Mingzhe wins, Teacher Wang, I'll never forgive you, even as a ghost! Sob, sob, sob—"
Mu Anran crouched beside her, comforting, "Xiao Xun, don't panic. You could try to get to know Fang Mingzhe a bit. After all, he's competing so fiercely for you; you ought to give him a chance. After two interactions, if you still don't feel anything, then it won't be too late to clear things up, right?"
"But..."
Nie Xiaoxun's words were cut off as the entire gymnasium suddenly erupted.
Screams, heart-wrenching screams—
"Ahhhh, oh my gosh, look, who is that?"
"My heart, oh my gosh, so handsome! How could there be such a handsome man in this world?"
"Exactly, exactly, and not just one, but two of them!"
