The next morning.
The entire school was discussing whether Class Seven could actually win against Class One.
"Is there even a need to guess? Everyone knows the strength of Class Seven."
"I don't think it's certain; what if they do win?"
"Ha, it's like the odds of you winning millions in the lottery, maybe even tougher. What do you think the chances are?"
"..."
Then they still thought it was impossible.
Because of this, someone specifically started a voting event on the school forum to see which class could win.
Yang Xing was so angry that he slammed the table, "This is infuriating! These people have nothing better to do and went on the forum to start a voting feature, you all don't know how pitiful Class Seven's vote count is!"
"Isn't that normal? If it weren't for the big shot's slick move this time, I wouldn't even think we could win against Class One." Wang Ning took a sip of milk and opened the school forum...
He stared with anger widening his eyes.