Sheng Yang, still expressionless, said to the physical education teacher, “No, I don't want to do track and field.”

“I'm talking about the national team. Why don't you go home and discuss it with your parents?” The physical education teacher gulped. He had finally discovered a good seedling. If she refused this opportunity, it would be a waste of her talents.

Countless people racked their brains trying to join the national team but couldn't make it, such as Zhao Biao and his like.

Watching her turn down the opportunity he had dreamed about, Zhao Biao turned green with envy.

However, Sheng Yang refused flatly. “No, I can decide for myself.”

“OK.” The physical education teacher couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes and said grumpily, “Let's call it for today. Cla.s.s dismissed.”

The students from Cla.s.s 1 and Cla.s.s 7 immediately dispersed without looking at each other.

At this time, someone from Cla.s.s One said provocatively, “Hmph, it was just a small compet.i.tion during PE cla.s.s. What's the big deal? The host of the upcoming school celebration is from our cla.s.s, OK?”

When Lou Shu heard this, her eyes brightened. She had finally got a chance to mend things with Sheng Yue, so she took the lead to say to the students in Cla.s.s 7, “That's right, the host of this year's school celebration is Sheng Yue.”

Sheng Yue looked embarra.s.sed but her eyes were a lot gentler now as she looked at Lou Shu. “Lou Shu, forget it. It's not a big deal.”

“How is it not a big deal? You've hosted the school celebration every year and you're from our cla.s.s. Does Cla.s.s 7 have this kind of glory?” Noticing her reaction, Lou Shu spoke a lot louder.

“That's right… What does Cla.s.s 7 have?”

The dejected Cla.s.s One students turned c.o.c.ky again.

But to their surprise, the Cla.s.s 7 students didn't seem frustrated. They merely looked at them with meaningful expressions and said nothing.

But the students in Cla.s.s 1 took their silence as a tacit admission of failure and talked more and more obnoxiously!

“Everyone, listen to me…” Sheng Yue suddenly stood up, and as the students in Cla.s.s One fell quiet and looked at her unanimously, she said slowly, “Let's stop arguing about these meaningless things. Just focus on what we're supposed to do.”

After a pause, she said gently, “Excuse me but I have to go upstairs to write out my draft speech. I'm leaving.”

Everyone expressed their understanding and felt that what the G.o.ddess said was quite reasonable.

It was a waste of time to argue with fools. They didn't want to argue with the short-sighted idiots of Cla.s.s 7 and abase themselves.

They would just let Cla.s.s Seven win this time, since it was just a flash in the pan.

Sheng Yue was about to go upstairs with Lou Shu when she heard someone snorting behind her. “Are you that proud of being chosen as the host?”

Sheng Yue turned and said softly, “Fang Duo, I didn't say that.”

“But that's what your face says.”

Zhao Biao stood up to defend his G.o.ddess. “Hmph. That's just pure jealousy, right?”

“Are you talking about yourself? You lost to a girl but pretended that you deliberately let her win! Shame on you!” Fang Duo was simply invincible when she was defending her G.o.ddess.

Zhao Biao's face was blue with anger. “Nonsense!”

“Haha, isn't what I said true? Can you deny it?” Fang Duo looked at Sheng Yue and smiled. “Do you think it's a great honor to be selected as the host of the school celebration?”