Ji Tian had been lost in thought for too long. By the time she snapped back to reality, she found a crowd of people staring at her.
She touched her face, feeling a bit guilty, "What's going on? Do I have something on my face?"
Quan Jingyou looked at her with a puzzled expression, "Nope. Weren't we just waiting for you to give us the answer? Otherwise, why put on such a mysterious facade? Sister Tian, you already know the answer, right?"
Ji Tian: "..."
"What were you guys just talking about?"
She had been conversing with the King of Competition in the trash bin.
Yu Chuang's eyebrows twitched, with only fifteen minutes left out of the half-hour, he had given up on their misfit team!
Realizing the intense resentment but smiling all the same, Ji Tian had an epiphany—she had almost forgotten about that.
The King of Competition had reminded her before, Yu Chuang's ideas of slacking off were serious, and she should give him a little guidance to relieve his stress.
