"Perfect Tian Ji horse racing strategy, Wang Yuezhi, the inferior horse, has freed me, the superior horse, from wasting resources racing alongside Lin Li, the mediocre horse. We can achieve greater benefits. Class Four, sure victory!"
As Wang Yuezhi returned to continue rope-jumping, Wang Ze sighed.
Lin Li, who accomplished all of this with wisdom and charm, closed his eyes and pretended to stroke his beard, looking all enigmatic. He then quickly turned his head to make sure Chen Yu Ying couldn't hear, and swiftly said to Wang Ze:
"I'm the mediocre horse; give me Tian Ji."
Wang Ze: "?"
What the hell.
"However, I must admit, this is indeed the wisdom of our ancestors." Lin Li sighed.
"Hehe, I don't quite agree." Bai Bufan, who was nearby, said with a sneer, "Tian Ji's horse racing sometimes appears extremely foolish."
"Oh? Brother Bai, why do you say that? Do you have a brilliant insight?" Lin Li asked curiously, looking at Bai Bufan.
Bai Bufan took a deep breath.
